Open Run Sessions

2:09 In Motown

Oh, it's vital

So Vital

Someone got my name in their mouth

And I haven't said anything

Must be the Jack, Disaronno, and Jane

Sorry Mary

Forgot to say hail, now I'm causing retribution

All black and red just leaving a house made in Aspen

Hearing mediocre subs requires Bayer and an aspirin

You know I brought the best out of you

And you thought you were cooking

Off of a piece that had no subs

But praising music

Saw my name pop up back on spaces

Wanted to come and show love to familiar faces

And you got intimidated

I didn't come back for tussling

If I wanted to fight, I'd be tempted like David Ruffin

No one came to see the Temptations

They're star struck by my presence 

They forgot that my name and likeness is hallowed

I don't need the likes or the retweets

Even the follows

Claiming to be on demon time

God knew there was no time for demons

That's why he ruled them under my feet

Made them footstools so they can feel my beat

Writing rhombuses and circles around you

Can you feel the heat?

Don't you feel the lack of air tonight?

Now I'll give you something new to write

Your Pyro Prompt is Have you ever wondered?

Have you ever wondered that someone close to you

Still talks to me?

Still gives me information

Told me to come back to X actually?

Reminded me that the space isn't the same without me?

In your group text sending me screenshots of your conversation right now, actually?

You can't sleep great knowing that I know all your secrets

If you were smart, you'd be careful what information you choose to tell

You see the potential in me

I saw the opportunity in you

Been wanted to leave

Cause I needed something brand new

I still cook the sleaze

This exit was my plan

Now you're cooking up some banter

Don't get mad when I spit this poem in iambic pentameter

Have you ever thought that people who attend sessionz still come and report?

Stating the energy is dry and you need different approach and rapport?

Only just to be a stand in for a different org?

You used to have your own way

Now you started to conform

I'm not afraid of war

Just mad you declared it

Now I got to clap back mercilessly

This hat, I'll wear it

Dear Mz. Rowdy

You should be free

You're being held captive

Make them all disappear

It'll be the greatest trick of magic

Of this crooked year

Give them a sign

That subbing me is a poetic end to their career

But knowing the head homely in charge

Your wisdom will fall on deaf ears

My PTSD acting berserk

You don't want this fight

Stop talking about me

And I won't make all of you mad

I'll keep going my way

You focus on making the bag

Here's more wisdom, children

Not all jewels can be muses

I one two step to Ciara and have her vibing to Confucius

This couldn't be easy E I'm too ruthless

Read this poem in reverse

I'll leave you clueless

You got one way out

And that's to ask for forgiveness

Make the right decision

And I'll be gone in an instant

Before you try to say you want this fight

Ask Nicki if she wants this moment for life?

I didn't even need to cuss

Not a single metaphor was wasted

Goodnight

Sleep tight

Runaway from the light

Until we meet again

Develop some stronger sentences

Get a stronger flow

Indulge in your fantasies

They'll take you even higher bro

Takeoff on your rocket and stop stealing Onika bars

You can't be prolific  

If you're still bound to the anointed poet.