Open Mic: keystyle.. "knights at the round table" (open cyph

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   Yo..

I wreck shit.. at levels you couldn't project,
Intellect.. my style raw like infectious flesh/
Born out of wetlock,
Where witches gather in salems lot,
In a moshpit of demons where hell is hot,
I'm sick.. my thoughts create hellish plots,
And perceive life to be diseased to rot/
Genocide.. my pens' ink stains papyrus,
And dates back to prophecies on Corona Virus/
Tyrant, I hold keys to gates that behold bones and silence/-
And lay my victims down to a throne of violence/
I smoke weed, and toke till' my throat is burning,-
And that's what the fuck I call a higher learning/
I seek death and creep where Gods are purged/
And drink cups of blood, poured unto cisterns/
True blood.. a warrior, pleased to fight/
I'll punch your face in till' your teeth unite/
Who dreams to sight? At whom.. stands before you?/
I treat whores to riches, who stand loyal/(parable)
No respect for no man following one,
And serves after his liking, before his tongue/
Who wouldn't dare to reign.. ? Yet alone speak on it,
'Wouldn't want to be King and shit,
Leading, like he was made to be.. ?
An act of resilience, mistaken for bravery,
transitions' into slavery,
diminishing what was made to be..
A follower prostitutes his knowledge of self/
Where he fails to commit.. he trails somebody else/
I'm god like.. a warlord, destined to reign,
I use my sword for my weapon,-
And eat at the inflicted and slain/
On fields.. where corpses pile up, and stinches remain/
I kill.. and burn it all up, to vigorous flames..

(continue to rhyme after my last bar)

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Corleone Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Newbie Joined: 10 July 2019 Location: Allentown, PA Status: Offline Points: 13	Post Options Post Reply Quote Corleone Report Post Likes(1) Quote Reply Topic: keystyle.. "knights at the round table" (open cyph Posted: 15 May 2020 at 5:31am
	Yo.. I wreck shit.. at levels you couldn't project, Intellect.. my style raw like infectious flesh/ Born out of wetlock, Where witches gather in salems lot, In a moshpit of demons where hell is hot, I'm sick.. my thoughts create hellish plots, And perceive life to be diseased to rot/ Genocide.. my pens' ink stains papyrus, And dates back to prophecies on Corona Virus/ Tyrant, I hold keys to gates that behold bones and silence/- And lay my victims down to a throne of violence/ I smoke weed, and toke till' my throat is burning,- And that's what the fuck I call a higher learning/ I seek death and creep where Gods are purged/ And drink cups of blood, poured unto cisterns/ True blood.. a warrior, pleased to fight/ I'll punch your face in till' your teeth unite/ Who dreams to sight? At whom.. stands before you?/ I treat whores to riches, who stand loyal/(parable) No respect for no man following one, And serves after his liking, before his tongue/ Who wouldn't dare to reign.. ? Yet alone speak on it, 'Wouldn't want to be King and shit, Leading, like he was made to be.. ? An act of resilience, mistaken for bravery, transitions' into slavery, diminishing what was made to be.. A follower prostitutes his knowledge of self/ Where he fails to commit.. he trails somebody else/ I'm god like.. a warlord, destined to reign, I use my sword for my weapon,- And eat at the inflicted and slain/ On fields.. where corpses pile up, and stinches remain/ I kill.. and burn it all up, to vigorous flames.. (continue to rhyme after my last bar)

Crimson Juice Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Site Moderator Joined: 20 December 2015 Location: U.K. Status: Offline Points: 3263 Crew: Lyricist Inc. Text Rank: Unranked Stats: 6-11-0 Form: LLWLW	Post Options Post Reply Quote Crimson Juice Report Post Likes(1) Quote Reply Posted: 15 May 2020 at 7:08pm
	As embers glow they breathes a sad refrain to the night, The strength of light helps me to form words that are tight I write, rhymes that shine as bright as.any polished sterling, So magical,i should change my alias from Crimson to Merlin, As a knight I cause panic when I contort enemy's like yoga, See i'm quick to bare arms like them Romans wearing toga's I make enemy's yield, I've a sword in 1 hand the other a shield, Seeing me on the battle field & you'll know your fate is sealed, Set in stone is my calibre, but harder to take out than Excalibur, I'll kill any challenger on any day of the week on any calander
	"You need to learn how to make an exit, before you can dare make an entrance".

Absolute Abomination Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Standard Member Joined: 15 May 2015 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 556 Text Rank: Unranked Stats: 3-3-0 Form: LLWW	Post Options Post Reply Quote Absolute Abomination Report Post Likes(0) Quote Reply Posted: 16 May 2020 at 12:34pm
	lions heart poundin in my caged chest feathered dart pierces the chain mesh rips through my flesh, to a knee, death bed he walks over, thinkin this is it look to the crowd til i see my kid second wind, flash of light im up again, lets fight he swings left, duck under it lungin in, broken sword plungin in stuck tryna take it out, im strugglin he swing again, struck my chin stagger back a bit, catch his next fist pull him down, to the ground kneel on his spine, hand on his skull his life is mine so its null, i turn around pass the crowd, see the crown gives the thumbs up, drown in guilt rip the bloody hilt from his side as the crowd cheers and yells i can still hear him squelch a soft whisper but he hears me as well, "im sorry" he understands, "this is how we escape hell" rear my arm back, as the crowd goes silent how did a past knight become so violent? ruled by no king, but a tyrant
	Show me a fortress and I'll show you a ruin.