Mic Check Madness

Mic check, one-two, out the dungeon I crawl,

Spit words sharp, swords clashin' in the hall,

Grit like asphalt, I’m grindin’ through the fog,

Life’s a blog post, I’m the glitch in the log.

Cracked mirrors, reflections lookin’ torn,

Born into chaos, but my chaos be reborn,

Writin’ legends in the margins, pen scorned,

Brainstorm reigns, umbrellas won’t keep you warm.

Ah, hit ‘em with that rhythm and jive,

Every syllable alive, make the static revive,

Out here dodgin’ vultures, yeah, tryin’ to survive,

Keep the cipher burnin’, let the culture derive.

Wordplay on the bend, sentences stretch elastic,

Crumple doubt in a bar, got flows fantastic,

I’m Jurassic with the spit, bones turn classic,

Scratch vinyl history, future be drastic.

Hoodie sag low, brim tilted at odds,

Walk the edge tighter, cross the city like gods,

On rooftops dream graffiti’d facades,

Play dice with destiny, loaded like the squad.

Ah, hit ‘em with that rhythm and jive,

Every syllable alive, make the static revive,

Out here dodgin’ vultures, yeah, tryin’ to survive,

Keep the cipher burnin’, let the culture derive.