Open Mic Sessions*

Went cents to dollars and used stoic
Sauseg0dK stockholders are proud of their choice
You downgraded, went to whatever behind the Royce
These 5' 9" insecure incels don't need a voice, I must repeat

If it's freedom of speech, it's freedom of choice
I walk miles, callus the feet while they polish the shores
I'm always, padding my sneakers, the thicker the drawer
Couldn't fit my size elevens 'til I lost count of the socks I wore

Like in Feather, that paradise is never nice
My main objective, get big overnight, external terabyte
Desperaux became the king of mice, and I am short to follow
Gradually ascend the animal kingdom 'til I soar like swallows

Biting my tongue, I was encouraged
I knew how to pass the ball, I need a Daniel Sturridge
So I banked on the name, that was the back of my jersey
That self-dependence meant my separation from New Jersey

But I found the next big rap collective
A fella from Taiwan, Antonio, a few, etc.
Our raps were puny, juvenile, failed the Bechdel Tests and
It was manifested, written that I'll give my best and

Have everything I need, book in Vegas, not the Westin
I'm giving my condolences, fallen poles, in peace you rest and
Impeach the rhetoric I didn't like around my belt
So all the people that encouraged those ideas cannot get my help, look

Ransacking my thoughts and patents like Edison
It's nice to know my homies some doctors supplying medicine
They're set for life, and I'll be cheering on from Open Mics
The talent, mighty behemoth, worthy of catching all the lights

Relationships went Biker Gangs to greed and spite
I sat back, Garden of Eden, they tempted me to fight
While Dave was out in Paris my music was reaching Effiel heights
That's ample inspiration, separated goals, hyphen, write

K they found your Kryptonite, downing poles so sympathize
I'm like a plant, I'm steady growing, information synthesized
Those meatheads need to evolve, we are now civilized
Tears are freezing in my eyes, ups-downs, amusement rides

I hit them all, ERA is 1.0, know how to ball
There wouldn't be a love bean! without all of these pitfalls
Reciporical, Adam propelled me to be a miserable
Indie Rapper, got the thousand fans, I won 'em all

I won 'em all, open mic!



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Writer(s): David Weiss
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