THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Urban Dialect]

make an inception and shoot up your dream, i'm the architect that spruce up the scene, bringing the drama and violence, I'm the small problem that has evolved into a crises, you'll be lying dead by the time you realize that i'm a threat, i'm like a gas line leaking in the house for hours, waiting for any reason to blow my lid like daddy leaving home, and the house-hold being blown to bits, i'm in control like the woman that holds your kids, making treats, do what you're told, or you'll never be able to hold them again, like court ordered extortion against the most unfortunate prick, that divorces his bitch, i didn't mean to go in your bizz, but i'd rather stab you in the back now, before we become friends, then you won't have to worry about it later, next time it'll be in the heart, so the pain will be greater, maybe we'll tear each other apart, and cover our scars with makeup, and become killer Clowns, 2 jokers, joking around, squirting water guns, with water so corrosive, that it erodes the flesh till your bones are showin