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Open Mic Series - Rant 2
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Old It ain't
nothing but a headache
to hear the sound
of talking down
from clowns
on the same walking grounds
as me.
Leave the sermons
for God
and peep the microphone vermin
of a cat
on attack,
learnin that nothing comes from
stabs in the dark.
So I'm callin you out
to the limelight.
See if you rhyme right.
But you got
nothing to say.
Stark broke,
and spittin' your two cents
on credit.
I get it:
You're too good
to engage
in my slanderous slang.
I can see.
It's a dangerous game.
But when you come around
to emerging
from behind your boasts.
I'm urging you
face to face,
to undo the lid on me.
But watch the unveiling, dumbfuck:
Pandora ain't got
SHIT ON ME.
