THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mitch]

The demons are angels, we see them as demons because of your need to link the angles, If only the prism didn't divide our vision, deprived of a unified consistence. We'de rise up with them, but over time our wisdom will biuld untill weno longer need the speech to express our mind, a symptom of writing is constriction in the freedom of thought we had tried to maintain in our systems of whims and wrought plans, ahh man... you ever feel thought in the primal, where you catch youself tryna to define the message in texts invisioned in the minds idle. The thought was there before you formatted, its arrival is timeless, we try to redefine it through recital.

[Mr. J]

Collide with Goliath on the edge of the green mile
shed tears and drown in the river but in the meanwhile
picking through the tissue, observant of honesty
if you don't impress me much, then honestly don't bother me
the Power Ranger, riding in the head of my dinosaur
blow your mind with the prism shining from my diamond source
tryna sort my kinda style so you'd like him more
do something I've tried before just switch the line before

[2tripple0]

its upsetting im commanding crews all sails waving
crushed by ledges edges meet and my trails baiting
here i hook u and shook u then make u take a look too
its all "adidas" i own my humble home and irritate your new shoes
connect with my fist one punch will crumble these fools
donkey said he was thirsty so i decided to jump on a mule
i picked up a rifle its fruit was fresh and consisted disciples

[KennyCerealBowl]

Stop it i'm commanding your god follow these commandments
whatever I command you go get, my bitch do i need to spend
900years of writting for you to get it?

[Certain]

If I ever started a rap crew, I'd call it Puddle of Thug.
If that's not subtle enough, you can get jumped by a slug.
I'm drunk and I'm slumping in love, so my temper's perking,
but I'd rather be touching my pump than your empty surface.
The noise is just that. I can't make out the words.
The slump is just that. I haven't made out with girls.
But whatever. I'm so over sex anyway,
laying here like "whatever," cuddling a corduroy tapestry.

[Matriarch]

wasn't supposed to happen
started with jokes; laughin
fast friends - call it soul attraction
but something took hold and I overreacted
rule of attraction don't abide by laws of physics
there's no logic in it
you fall in love .. do you blame on Newton's thought?
insistant - can't control feelings but i'll control my action
acting cold, happy, over-passive
so conflicted, i don't know what happened
my forbidden fruit .. lost of appetite .. soul assassin

[dull boy]

I've forgotten what makes me weird. Lost in the maze of mirrors.
Facades I created. Scared of the cost of embracing care.
Wallow in hatred. Fear what follows escaping tears.
The hallow. A place where we're all in a cage of air.

[veritas]

sacred cows get slaughered, no more inter-friendship violations
I be on that iron chef with concepts, yall just lean cuisine microwaved creations
in a limosine with hydo-blazed asians doing differential calculus equations
I am so f'n special like a short buss filled up with my patients.

[dull boy]

Demon inside, screaming at the preacher, 'I WON'T LEAVE 'EM ALIVE!'
Lies. I'm just a freak, in disguise when I'm leading my life.
Surprise. I look at cleavers and knives like they're pieces of pie.
Mean, and meanwhile all sweet and polite to people. I smile.
Greet 'em and try seeming docile.

[veritas]

demons indwelling dull boy's amadgydla
semen swelling in the horse of caligula
my words effective like Noah at Ninevah
saved by the bell the beach years, pissing vinegar.

[dull boy]

Full of shit and vigor, sir. I'm a bullet whizzing into earth.
Pulpit sitting whisperer. 'cause I don't need a cult of bitching listeners.
Plus, cults are getting insecure. I need devout armies. These
little jerks are immature. Should make a cameo in House Party 3.

[veritas]

kid that shit you spit is played,
here francais kiss this razor blade I dipped in aids
blahzay blahzay, kermit the frog's unseen bottom section
how I stay invisible inside your mind clearing out the demon's erection

[dull boy]

P alliteration schemes are simple/basic. Each piece I scribble raises the degree to diffilcation. Yup, my skill's amazing. Make up words to fill the space I'm naading. I'm so dope, I just change the English language. Replace the E's with A's and make it seem okay, then you all just praise the things I'm saying, like it's so great. And me? I'm paying my babies ski vacation.

[dull boy]

Yea. PLAYED ON THE RADIO. What you got? A dream and Old Navy coat? I'm shopping at stores I can't afford, but I'm shopping there, OKAY, BRO?

[dull boy]

I've got a razor dipped in razors. I cut my hand when I did it.
I think it makes 'em dull, but it sounds cancerous/sickest.
I've got knives corroded with acid. It makes 'em twice as vulnerable/placid.
Why? I know that you're asking. Why not? No one's imagined
shooting his pistol at his pistol while he's holding both against you.
Don't joke. You know my issues? No, you don't, I'm a pitbull.
I heard that breed was vicious. Your words are sweet/delicious.
My verbs and schemes a menace. Those words all seem ridic'lous.

[dull boy]

I'm mentally constructing the blueprint of the Overlook.
I'm skipping down the halls, whistling like the owner would.
Scrapping my knife against the walls dragging my wife amidst the halls.
My tiger printed claws mauling her tiny wrists and jaw.
I'm staying off the web until my spider senses thaw.
I awake for depraved shit. Stay in amazement.
Blow torch for that whore -slash- naked decayed, bitch.

[Coup]

Up the ante, up shift the Lamborghini
shut up and give me what I need, I'm speedy
from dawn till dusk it's just all luck completely
from one once, to two ounces of weed really
love over easy, normally peeled in the evening
I was believing, see me believing my thinking
envision a seafaring greeting bottled and beaten
In ink even, says it brings freedom past some teaching
it's silent, no noise screaming from any ceilings
(I ask what's meaning without reasoning by elitists)
this brings me to knees, singing along with weeping
rinsing me inside, instincts were wrong lifelong. I'm sinking
re-syncing cycles pause: The song Sonata on....I'm wrinkling.
This opera god
Does not belong
Give me a clean spirit.
I pray thee God.

[KennyCerealBowl]

No priorities pior to handjobs
watch this scrony fuck walk up to your block
grabbing his crotch, wassup? u don't want it.
Side lip, chronic resting, glock 40 in his pocket
ready to do damage, nigga

[KennyCerealBowl]

Leave that Johnny Walker Hollow,
transperant as becks locker, ya
made a vicorious reference so what hoe

[Mr. J]

Armed with kool aid and a spatula, my roommates from Africa
he likes to shave his coconuts and sometimes spoons with the antlers
something bout horns and the way they amuse his character
makes me laugh but I'm disgusted by the way he uses his vernacular
can't understand him, never mind that, I'm like a huge rapper dude
who used to catch the bus after school, read his book and acted cool
every villains laugh is what I was captured through, the captured truth
couldn't reach my level these bitches aren't on my latitude