THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Witty]

We're trapped inside invisible lines by cynical minds
Drivel enshrined, worshipping at the altar of brittle design
Pivotal times, we're told life's pinnacle is living in binds
Where freedom must be attained, must be given...assigned
These are criminal lies, they say it with a glint in the eyes
As we see the low get even lower, and the privileged rise
Tyranny's guise is to make us bicker with our own kind
The rich get richer, sick get sicker...and the hope dies
So we turn to drugs, we turn to liquor, as our soul cries
We betray our brothers and our sisters, and evoke lies
We fight and we curse, ignoring the plight of the earth
With our eyes to the ground until enlightenment bursts
Lift your chin, stand your ground, refuse to be oppressed
Stand in your own shoes, remove the blues, defeat regret
Pull YOUR desires from YOUR soul, and let them feast
Within every human is the recipe for impressive feats
Don't live depressed, in grief...we are but flesh, we're beasts
Just do your best, be yourself, deflect deceit
Because only when the stranger inside is laid to rest...
...can you rest in peace.

[dead man]

lady in waiting, lady in red. i'll be watching horizons
making the bed while you wash your vagina
comfortable silence is a mantra we hide in
your screams, the song of a siren. often misguided
i'm not the brightest bulb, you're dawn at the beach
your rose is in bloom. that holy water recedes
until blood rushes through your petal blossom, the leak
as a monthly reminder that we are free.
parents to none, daughter and son, cotton and cum
lay a towel down and fuck until we're numb.

god bless

[Mr. J]

Houston Rockets, Boosting Topics, I'm Truly monotonous
cruelty concepts, beauty & progress, lunacy, congress
mutiny, drop ship, send the flags back to the saggin' pants
time for braggin's back, I'm kidding, my connections laggin' bad
you want...consistency, since the games been simply...
honestly, lackin' the sense that came along with poverty
meaning change is the same as what you get from the anamoly
I'm probably poppin' E

[UnbornBuddha]

My family tree is corrupted, and what's more my insanity pleads are forgotten
The man I'll be is encrusted in my lineage where tragedy meets the entrusted.
Destiny is fostered already by authors that want to make you heavily suffer.
The soliloquies I conjure were derived from my recipe altar devilishly thought of.
Attempting a tantrum against the supreme intelligence is an ignorant etiquette that's spot on.
I'm like Iblis defying the heavenly master, but the repercussions of it are certainly awkward
The outcome of my defiance is God burning me after, the crinkling scorching of atoms.
But I'm elated to be touched by his wrath- I'm learning the value in earning my valor.
I was once lost in the vast void without knowing not that I'm trapped.
Awakening caused me to grab life by its horns, transcending the bad.
I was a spectacle under observation by a demonic microscope.
Feeling like Macaulay Culkin when bandits saw me home alone.
I'm a street musician accompanied by my melodic xylophone
A scholar earning a dead beat tuition due to my moronic knowledge goals.
Symbolic college tomes cause me to expound mirages, topics told
By frolicking prophets of old. Aghoris renouncing their inward cravings.
We all have our inner baby even hobos show the colicky complex they hold.
Chaotic chromosomes going haywire as predicted by sardonic horoscopes.
Astrology and its Satanic protocols are not allowed in my metallic mobile home.
I care not to eat organic or home grown, everything is treated with equality.
To be separated from the one was when we started believing in dichotomy.
Faithfully giving filial piety to my biogeneaology, but I know Eden my biology.
My heart grows tired of tall tales exaggerating Jesus biography.
Stories without a historical basis has prana exasperating out of me.
Not to say I'm aggravated angrily by any undomesticated novelty
It is just a case of democracy responding to an already exacerbated anarchy.
The geography of my past gave birth to a truly captivating masterpiece
Geomancy divinely calculated the forthcoming of a prefabricated well mannered king
A monarch who under rule had a fascinating plan to carry.
He castrated all breeds of emcees populating the planetary.
The medicine king invalidated the apothecary
Advocating the granary to be allocated to grander cities
This all seems to the uneducated as arbitrary
A kingly clingy obsession to venerate an already elevated classic theory
Denoting all that matters is tyranny. The creator of it is the weary father of the myriad things.

[UnbornBuddha]

Industrious demands are founded with doctrines of blood
Bigots promising luscious becomings, presumptuous regards
Inducting freedom's name to illicit an illustrious response.
Propaganda's luster belongs to a categorical redundancy flaw.
Consumption withdrawals turns one's thought process to naught.
Circular logic taints the dissertations in doctorates of God
Theology is the academic adaption of monks bent on accomplishing his job.
Science is the authentic attraction of one's mind on how cosmic things work.
Either one to me is just an exploration of how consciousness learns.
We're all the same the problem is words, and how others get hurt
By the various interpretations, and the implications of hearing this information.
Emotions need serious innovation, but who will volunteer for operation?
An experimentation where the amygdala is scraped clear of innervation.
Good news is synthetic body parts have a higher immunity to pathogenic bloody farts.
Pestilence travels far, its weaponry shells out more damage than Mario Kart.
Luckily, Dao yin (導引) health benefits are more myriad than Cardio walks.
Doing them hard enough even Aids patients white blood cell count start to come up.
Whooping cough even makes barking animals hearken humans.
The dream world yesterday gave my dream me enlarged tumors.
The ethereal realm is full of jesters with heartless ruses.
Hungry ghosts with nothing to do but float around and haunt others are a far fetched nuisance
Worldwide outbreaks have quite a carnage to them, causing nameless carcasses to pool.
Leaving recently opened cemeteries with a charming blueprint of a mass array of tombs.
The desperate C.D.C doctor sharpens his tools, not knowing plagues are karma accrued.
To purify the viral influenced vesicular pustules one must use the bodily vehicle for good
then the thieving gust of darkness will diffuse.
Recalcitrant factors will refuse, and for those you have to be astute.
Peruse the peer reviewed literature, and then administer proven materia medica.

[Split]

Nonverbal talk is the art of deceit,
purple heartfuls of leak, an army of dharma
to march on for peace. Starboard & fees.
Markers and card stock, to offer a bargaining piece.
Emoji in heaps. Circled socks on the carpet.
Commercials disarm this solemn cinema
sojourn. I can be so endearing
you'd be taken aback, watch as a yearling
strings up your carcass and pitches
your father Bambi© TV
for a fifth and a bag

[AndyHiro]

These lyrics so lavish but hell I don't understand it
it's in some other language, cuneiform on Summerian tablets.
Well I'm no Indiana, just jonesing for answers,
All these posters that love it must be from Pluto or Saturn.
Who knows I'm laymen, vocab grew since the pampers.
Settled real comfy when I leveled middle school standards.
Plus my attention is shaky, big words make my head achey.
And all these fourty ounces make your lines wavy.
So if I don't ever cosign know that it's no disrespect.
If you and I don't connect, it's ok it'll keep your soul correct.

[theMuzzl3]

To speak with acronyms or metaphors, one must be stupid.
All the DJ's play the same lines, no tricks; just 1 line, loop-ed.
Then a lonely MC stepped to the mic, every one laughs: he looks stupid.
Dude spits one line, repeated it backward as rhymes, and they all obtruded.
Started to rhyme more, but absurdly; and the crowd quickly disputed.
Then he won their respect back with words like "scoop", "baggy", and "poop".
Audience was in such a roar at this point. He me may have well bee saluted.
Started matchin up lines that just don't go together, as if he were Cupid
His words were so well executed, it protruded their minds as they "tooted".
None of their thoughts came out diluted, in fact they were still rooted.
Lines ain't just lines of rhymes, its the content that the viewers want.
In this manner, I included my own special little version of a taunt.
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This was just some stupid shit I wrote, took me 40 friggin minutes, lol.
@Bags there was a couple of lines directed at you, and I'd rather you know that to find it without tagging you. I didn't really mean for this to add to the scuffle. If I ever have to battle you, I'd have to get really creative to come up with something new.

[Ghost1]

U write at a 5th grade reading level.

[CopyPat]

U write at a 5th grade reading level.

you a bitch made seedy devil
u aint sharp. u a thick spade, creepy fellow
im a big lathe, sheeting metal
a switchblade, see the bevel?
i spit bass, and even treble
my mixtapes leave you leveled
i spit waves, seamen level
u a big gay semen vessel
i live great, keep it mellow
grilled steak, cheese and fennel
bills paid, easy cheddar
u a shit stained greasy negger

easy feller... you wouldn't wanna step to tha god. as good as gone and sent to the morgue if your foot is on the step that im on. ill put you on a pedestal tall then push you off to lengthen the fall. im cookie monster fetchin some chocolate, a bookie talkin bets and you lost it, im pushing all these texts and they're awesome, you rookies not impressing me, stop it.

[theMuzzl3]

Originally Posted by Bags

U write at a 5th grade reading level.

Thats funny, I smoked your Mom in 5th grade. She was shwag, though.

[AndyHiro]

Don't worry Muzzle be proud of your functional illiteracy like me. It'll give you a bunch of street cred. Niggas here don't know bout that cuz the only pjs they seen are the ones they wear.

[theMuzzl3]

Rhyming for me is so easy, it'll make you dizzy
Spittin out the flow of rhizhimes is not worth your time
like the whole room died from your plague sizzling
from your dizziness, spinning ass form keys from your timing.
In the meantime, uneasiness becomes of your fleet.
And, you end up cleaned up as spattered brains across the sidewalk.
You'll be rocking the cock. You're one thing: stuck.
They don't call you sleazy for nothing, you sick fuck.

[theMuzzl3]

Urine drainage Bags collect pee, so I'm good...
Piss on Bags -- or in bags. Whichever you fancy. Isn't that dandy?
I'd rather just piss on the dirt. Old men with bags strapped to legs piss in them; how handy. @Bags

[Mr. J]

I boo da pest, and bow down proudly
and I stare down who allowed to stop me
I knick knack patty wack & bow wow doggy
with a couple side bananas that POW POW loudly
I'm the bad choice, your conscience "Mowww Woww" bout me
back to the last place yo' face saved grace
I had a great day but still used my damn AK
I say "hey" and swing arms like Carlton Banks
you can thank the kiwi's & can pardon the grapes
because when this banana is done I'll protein your face

[AndyHiro]

Hey itz AnHiro, here to lowr the bar agiam


Y u sleep? Here sum french vanilla coffee cream
Dis spit burnz it wintergreen antiseptic listerine
Can't match me execution I motherfuckin guillotine
Do everything to remixed guitar riff Rocky theme
I sick since I born, I think space time getz torn
Travel to past, kill all unicornz, took they horn
Chisel story in tablet, Zummerian Coonieform
I mad. Cuz dem archoologist foolin dey read it wrong.
OG Hustla. Bizzlebob worshippa. Make luvin wit sleepz cousin.
I lie bout me povertah, I cake boss ur peach muffinz.
Each sale me make thousandz, dems bitchz be crowdin.
I b bankin plus the pants heavy cuz my BOA b king.
Panty sweaty, make her pant heavy wen we b boinkin.
Wake the neighborz wit wierd noisez cuz she b oinkin.
Abuse her face then PEW PEW like the jeezy ointment
Jezuz n Ma real dissapoint but me Pa b joyous.

[theMuzzl3]

Originally Posted by Allen Knight

lmaooo this nigga having a mental breakdown, he reminds me of a retarded gamble
NC breaks ppl irl lollll

lllol' knife'' peel' ahh Inward, steeple Sees' akN'
Ramble discarded', a' clumsy'' fool grinds'… the' "shakedown' and takedown'' breaks dental' -- A)' halving' nigga' dismissal' 000aml'

if u notice, my lines attempt to rhyme your lines in reverse.

[Bodey]

Wow way to ruin the cypher, my 3 in the morning hustle
It seems all you do is get hyper, please go sport a muzzle
I'm not mad at you, it's just me and these unattainable thoughts
That corner me with every eye that I dot, every pee-staining pot
Wtf am I talkin about? There's ghosts rockin the house with cocks in their mouths
I CAN'T BREATHE. There's holes in my sheets and with every breeze that'll sneeze onto my dreams, I'm convinced I will freeze
Sleep apnea is worse than havin police after ya when you gotta weed stash with guns and your knee gashes blood before EMTs flash at once
I hate this game
A foolish insomniac who uses a ganja mask til she writes like the @CopyPat
You're insane
Your brain could be dissected in vein and put in the flesh with some of the best to be resurrected today but never will you be respected the same
Great, now I've infected this page messier than a Smith & Wessen's complaint
I taste the disdain of the ink in my pain, my pen isn't tamed. I wana stop writing cuz I'm afraid I might say something too honest or maybe something too lame.
Never been more clearer that i really do suck.
Can't even look in the mirror, my eyes say too much

[Witty]

Your eyes say too much? bet if you look at my dick my size makes you blush, I get paid to crush lame dudes I'm Haysoos with a screw in my brain loose from smoking that angel dust, I'm a hate filled lush, life's a cocaine thrill, I take pills 'til my pains killed, too insane to trust. I'm just a regular bloke, negative, broke, decrepit and choked from life's repetitive joke, heaven is hope, hell is despair, I'm a felon too enveloped in my embellished abode ever to care, on the precipice of developed affairs, just a step on the stairs, accepting the stares of catholics and methodists who feel like heaven is theirs, but the only heaven of which I'll be a member is shared. I've said heaven 3 times in such a short rhyme, I guess it's on my weak mind - fuck it - snort lines, contort spines, we're living in divorced times, divorced from reality, ourselves, each other, and of course I'm, no different, just another soul livin' within a cold prison, overthrown by an overflow of these old 'isms', so many labels we don't know who we are, life is in limbo and we've lowered the bar, fuck being a poet ---- there's the line, see it? Now toe it, in order to be saved we're told the key is atonement, but do we need to be saved? We grieve and we pray instead of seizing the day, as the seasons move with the breeze, we're told we're heathens, bruised and diseased, leading the way towards defeat and decay. We feel stupid, inane, So we sip on booze, in the hope that truth is relayed through other means because being sober just feels useless, a waste. What's the point in living if this is all I can be? I want to be tall like a tree, I want to soar with the birds following a trawler at sea, I want to shapeshift and escape with my family from this makeshift reality, this fake shit has rattled me, I'm either gonna achieve greatness or die a number on a payslip, a casualty.

[CopyPat]

I'm literally taking a dump. I'm sitting fully naked and slumped on this little toilet making this up. I'm craving some lunch, but my fridge and cupboards are bare. I need to go shopping to get some stuff for in there. Like chicken stuffed and a marinated steak, and potatoes. I barely make mistakes when i stay home and cook like a chef. Cause i never buy ingredients unless they look like they fresh. I push and i stress until the poop finally lightens. Then i look at my text and see this spoof i been writin. Poof like it's lightning this was written for jokes, quickly was smoked, had a shit, rap was writ, and submitted this post.