One Mic
• Written by metaphase4
Eyelids close
I breathe in
this is my mind mode
this my ode to life
this how I unload
Rappers use to laugh
now i corroded their flows
I cut off all those parasites
skin low with nematodes
no more homicides of dead souls
I wonder if dead souls can kill themselves
with all this fear inhaled
I fell, fearing hell
fury held, retained. Diffused through brain
passion equates greatest pain
Steady tempo, sounds crescendo
lend hope to the boy who lives in echoes
leaning out the window, the inferno is sinful
commingles with concrete symbols
sweat swindles the mental
torrential tensions puts down the pencil
life is so testful
only way to reconcile is to let it contest you
I feel it, stressful
Sooner or later we all going to be tested
some be bested by the twists that leave 'em breathless
I'm not leaving
But fear that even God has a death wish
Mic tempting, rap dreams'll keep you schizophrenic
I spit relics, from the 90's to stand out
Imma stand up
not protected enough, in the buff
soon enough, this fear'll fade
and I will be good enough
rough, they handcuff me cause they can't understand me
The detainee's an emcee
Nothing but an mp3, and the love of hip hop lp's
But soon you'll see the reality of my jubilee
the truth is free, I'm not a wannabee but
all I need is one mic
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metaphase4
Member since October 12 2015