Open Mic - Why Not

Exit wounds gotta dumb swift phantom step

I need another head to put up on my mantle ledge

My schemes is mean within the standard sets

Writtens full of pistols but never brandish threats

When you see the gun smoke is when the cannon rest

An mc that control the line like a Manning strength

Aeros dynamik no lighting on my landing strip

Burying artists from the garden like I planted scripts

In a fight, you'll hit the floor like a tantrum trip

625 a tandem trip, flip, on some random shit

Nerds bugging, watch out, I'm a hurt someone

Herbs fluxing full circle like circumference

We meet half way like dividing by two

Like I advise you to not rely on the size that I do

An animal on the track, the booth is my zoo

Guerrilla warfare from anywhere I fly through

Set traps in formats from blueprints of war graphs

You can calculate the outcome with poor math

The Lord slash like ninjas in sword class

Results worse then a Accord dash...

After a Ford crash

Call me MC 187 yall never store cash

My bored raps are strong enough to rupture thorax

Yall cant stomach the pain inside ya core plas

Acid burns the lining of ya shit like a war gas

Yall are luke warm, I'm Luke wit the suit on

My kung fu Bruce arm is identical to its true form

Move on, a different origin room has orphanage

Me and you is comparin' apples and oranges

A master of forigein scripts translator of ancient scrolls

The creator of blantant blows as tasteful as baking rolls

A cadence close matched wit agent probes

Placed wit modes to collapse our agin globe

Its time to write a beautiful chapter thats unremovable after

Viewing death as cold as a funeral chapel

Loosen the lasso my noose is suited for assholes

For anyone thinkin' they on my level is provin they half slow

Runaway like a Kanye interlude to tracks bro

One verse hit ya spine starts pertuding ya back bone

Mad data in my mind like computer disk chips

God damn, I got hot hands like Lucifiers fists

Brain on low function im losin my wit

Fight writers block every day after abusin the brick

I knew it was done, finished, my feet are too numb

Blizzard outside got me freezin' to none

Ice in my veins watch how im writin this pain

Igniting a flame to fortune but its slightly insane

Grab a glass pour out Sprite for the lames

Usually a 40 but i'm not right in the brain

Typin this lame written made me sit twice in the rain

Soakin from these tears feel life in the same

Shed light on my reign a warrior weapon and sheild

Sever the steal of blacksmiths embedded with fear

Iraq with, bombs home made with a scratch sniff

Armor carved into my gear like aracnids

Havin you starin down the barrel like its attractive

Opposite pulse of energy like twin magnets

Pill popper more tablets then in a cabnit

Of ya neighborhood addict, addicted to asprin

Open a bottle top, light the tip for a molotov

Go ahead and call the cops i'll break the glass like moslitof

You'll see the havoc that the nozzle cause

Shit'll rub over ya bones like a fossil bronze

All in all, my methods are atrocious

Death wishes are provoked with set switches so ferocious

Even pet fishes get slit throats quick

I'm the best that ever wrote shit

Every line you could quote it