THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Bodey]

Funny? Hardly, you dummy, you'll never be stunning like me, I'm so lovely. Call me ugly, label me butterface. Your mother raised a runt, this lame kid, underage conceived by tainted rum and crank. Call me unforgivable, the smallest of the minimal. Have you offended? No. It only tickles so since im invincible, you're the one who'll be left completely miserable. It's pitiful how indica can hit me slow, the high is inconsistent yo. The winter cold rips at my throat so bad I can't even take a hit of smoke. It's 2: oh fo... In the morn... I'm googling weed tea, a desperate hope. 56 minutes later, my body's flown to clouds of snow, i realize now i might be stoned except my head ain't thrown


Fck

[Mr. J]

Grab your go pro an assemble some old ho's
carry on with no prose, shook poloroid photos
'I'm in my zone though' ese are you loco?!?
Insane in the brain been their claim to fame..
Like 'I'm so known to go with the flow, row boat"
Oh yea? Well that's cute in a rubber coated Batsuit...
worn by a fat dude with fat that has extra fat too
bulging out like my pants do and that's the sad truth

[UnbornBuddha]

When unfulfilled destiny lurks,
My retinas thirst its completion
An excitation eliciting a brain chemical splurge
A chemical cocktail that causes my cerebellum to mourn
Going as far as to affecting my sperm!
Dopamine and opiates are not just injected in arms
Yet, limbs become subject to a cooking utensil that harms.
For the sake of my soul my mother lights a bela that burns,
Until I’m lifted from the heaviest curse that hellishness spawned.
I mentally learn by knowing my terrorist form
Escaping it is futile because its presence is firm.

For better or worse,
My shadow is an inherited force.
A dark allegory that Ares has lamentably learned
Time and space transcendence expunges my personal flaws.
Yet, to enter such a state u must surrender it all, every speck of dust.
Only then will you be washed by the celestial cloth
Still warm from being rinsed in Yeshua’s pure blood.
One’s entire being gets spun in a centrifugal blender
Until one’s vessel fuses forever into tempo with the center.
It's poppycock to think this can be measured by any scientific standard.
You see my mentor is he who shattered my spirit’s armor
Until a deep catharsis made my scarred up liver start up.
Parting away the pride that every pre-hero vanguards.
I don’t do rap, I compose Beethoven symphonies,
Melodies so profound, one listen and your head exploding instantly!

[Pharaohs Army]

my raps are merely decoded possibilities i've got my finger on the pulse of scientists, who know the ingredients for Synthesis..
i'm done critiquing the media i've got my own sources--don't need 'um..
my gift of gab i've Sold People air conditioners when it was Below Freezing..
Cold Winter..
reflecting off the snow on Drugs High The Sun Was So Bright It Changed My Blood Type.
..i'm done with fights.. sit n amuse myself with Fun Inside.
the pretty lights.. the gramatiks n all the Things i Like.
..i'm a dAngerous mothafucker flirting with disAaster.
..a personal vacation is Jus' Wha' The Doctor Ordered.
whatdid i know about somethin from January?
with all of your tactical prowess can you tell me why since then,
,i've ignored 7 & 10?-
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-Oh be cause i do not give a fuck a bout it Yo but if it Works i will appLaud it.
and then i'll keep on doing It-It will be boring.
..don't you like me dirty?-uh- don't you like me dirty?.
i'll never clean it up not while the inter net it sucks.
..i encode the iron walls that help us meet the fire code..
i've endowed keen in vesti gators, with metal shavings several scrapings.

[Bodey]

Wrote a couple of verses.. Then erased em
Can't keep writin while I'm wasted and tainted
Another drink, another struggle
Suddenly I'm seeing double
But at the same time, I can't stop
Can't go on to write cuz I just ate pot
Little different when you ain't smokin it
I told ya bitch, lets just get this over with
So dumb, so pointless
This piece of paper oughta be soaked w some ointment
Set it on fire and toss it into the garbage
Never knew such denial could make a woman retarded

[Mr. J]

I'm not a man, I'm a martian
sent from Jupiter to heed caution
Smuggle dope in my weed ostrich
Balls on the floor, putting green carpet
I see the stress you seem bothered
a special mind with a mean barber
I was Balboa you the meat in the meat locker..
lucid to the point you a dream martyr
Can't handle reality, which is actually complete horror
scared, I guess fear is our most valuable resource

[Mr. J]

Im time, you a relic trapped in the land before
Im the addicts source, there with a hand out like companion stores
I control my business why don't you handle yours?
I'm who they hang mantles for you nitwit! you flaccid spore
My floors are soft. Complete with surrounding padded walls...
who could ask for more? am I too dang predictable
Boomerang through syllables through two lane intervals
Of stop & go seated individuals strapped to blue flame & chemicals
eating through the paint and that new frame good riddance, good byyyye..
I'm missing you already....that old poon tang scent in you
mmmmmmMmmm

[Mitch]

i know that im ballin, thats only cus i bounce around,
kicked out my house, cut off from the source of the problems
i know remorse for the goblins i set free on enemys
bored with their problems trying to cause some others.
neighboors hate us, record it and call the coppers,
thought they heard unrated roaring of zombie prophets.
only place i shop is the store at the doctors office,
he always offers me more cus he knows i got the profits
till foreclosure, snorting all of that's not a frozen asset, laughing

[Bodey]

Fattening. My diet used to be fattening
I'd sit in front of my flat screen and act mean in my plaid jeans like those wack teens screaming Ma go and get me some snacks please!
AAGH CHEEE! Damn, I'm sneezin from these homosapien ragweeds
They're everywhere.
It's like the types who get schwag weed but act like their product is that cheef
I've been aware

[Wise Wiggles]

Getting thin as air. Another one of those "didn't cares"
Pissing all over the shit that's fair.
I knew IT was THERE. Didn't know it was a,
hidden bear! The timid living scared. Wishing prayers
There are no "hit repair's". Oh but it IS there
Envisioning images of you fidgeting in your sitting chair
Gifted. Rare. It's all your talent that gets me
All that hard work.. Over a half gallon of whiskey?
Something bad happened. I know now this planet is shifting
But it's too large of an influx, trying to balance the shitty
Welcome to year-around calendar pity's..im pissed off
Just drift off, back to when you did martial arts with me
Resolve is long tedious, a ferocious demon
As far as sons go, I was the closest. You treating me
Since I can remember, under your wing
Blazing nugs through the seasons. Summer or Spring
You're the jungle. You are sea
You're the hunter. You are king
No one loses, you are free..

[dull boy]

BBQ bandit. I go to parks where food's rampant and start to chew. Panic when these hardened dudes ran up like ARENT YOU RUDE. Dancing like we're sparring. Threw cameras and darted. Fued cancelled.

[dull boy]

Im haunted by demons who fog up my reason. I'm lost in this weakness and thoughts I can't even stop when I'm dreaming or pause when I'm sleeping. I'm falling to pieces. Mind's crossing believing with possible; cheating. I'm to a point where talking's a treatment. Talking with seasoned doctors and priestess.

[dull boy]

Fucked up and selfish. Wanna butt fuck a shell fish with nunchucks while yelling love stuff by Elvis. Unplugged and zealous. Plus drugged and swelling at the nuts. Hung from pelvis. Punch sluts 'cause Ellen. Duck duck. Magellan.

I'm all in the poon. Raw dogging it, too. Gone bonkers, it's true, my lost marbles; I threw at walls. Gargling glue til it hardens. Bafoon. Nude. Guarding my food. Milk carton clutched hard in my room. I love it when cars crash and I'm partial to shrooms. Running a bar tab with my carnival crew. I'm bugging so hard, dad, I'm lost in my room rubbing these dog tags like TALK TO ME GOOSE.

[Plot]

Gizzards gurgling when I start to crap, shits disturbing. Startled and quite amazed I still have all my parts attached. Survived a heart-attack at thirty, from all this dirty shit I keep putting in my body, but will I make forty? Probably not if I keep beong naughty.

[dull boy]

Self conscious, with a sense of timing. Progress? We went from rhyming about our selves, cocky, to rhyming about our health problems. Mental of physical, I miss feeling invincible. Perspectives spread so thin I'm feeling invisible. Doing ellipticals to steal from the intervals. We all start so innocent. Then wisdom fills the ignorance, but did it kill the kid in us? Writing's on the wall and I wish I were illeterate. It's capable versus aging dull. Elegant. We find ways to remain relevant. Embellishments. It's survival instincts vital to breathe without sighing with each. We just wanna smile, but we know it's all denial. The seams seem to be prying, we see how vial and weak our thoughts get. Animals, despite our superiority complex.

[Geno]

Despite our superiority complex..
A mere majority of us lacking support from each other, born to be brothers, but morals were torn from each of us, and every effort is left for dead and then pored in the gutters// words are just swords in the butter -scratching the surface, surfing the web without an actual purpose, its like an axe to the dermis, curtains, leaving a blood bath in your thermos// the wrath is the verdict -a certain end to it all, and then it evolves, death has been solved, hit in the head with a medicine ball, clenching your fists -isometrics involved, the eccentrics appalled, light switches flipped -left in the fog// i sentence you all to a better tomorrow -so get it together, or your heads'll be severed, this is the clever return of your mod -thought i left you forever?

[Mr. J]

whatever...there's a metaphor for the events I held together
the overwhelming pressure that escaped the barrel & the suppressor
your main oppressor..the bone collector could see what I link in rhyme
a dollar sandwich & the pinkest slime, raw dawg since the brink of time
distinct, divine..King of crime, I lay out chalk round a baked out thought
break down walls while y'all order take out I'm here to break down jaws
take out saws & serve you on a platter next to a side of dumplings....
you don't want to fuck with mei..fruit chan direction, horror underlings
I'm bored with taking a shit on the OM to the point I forget to wipe
to the point that the asphyxiation I experience from it is kept alive
I came, I saw, I came again..

[CopyPat]

sorry open mic.. my deepest condolences. i haven't scrolled the site or even peeped what's been wrote in it. but people just grow n shit, and me? i'm an older kid. i haven't had the time cause i just sleep when there's no commit-ments. jesus i'm so convincing, even when posting little keys that i know are shitty. im freezing and cold this winter, even october shivered. believe me i don't cook dinner on the barbeque in these temps. i hardly do at least a tenth of my regular cooking when the weather is looking like it constitutes a freeze test. i'm long in tooth, i eat less when im not in moods to keep fresh produce on my meat shelves. god i'm just a meek shell of my summery self. i'm so fuckin lazy during the months of this hell. feel like i'm stuck in this cell, except it's work that i'm at. come to think of it..this version of pat is the only one that earns any cash, so i guess it could be worse cause i have enough to purchase some land with insurances and the mandatory services.. yeah

[UnbornBuddha]

Look in my palm,
see the typhoon from afar.
Gloom is a clause
That blooms when it's thought.
The fruit of my heart
Is planted in the womb of the Gods.
The moon gives me calm
when I'm spooked from the dark.
The black soot in the stars
makes the universe parch.
Soothsayers predict doom through cards
If only they knew how wounded they are!
Pain exudes, when you are love starved.
Purge the illness, decoct rhubarb bark.
Ingest it, until your able to spew up blood
Black in color. A symbol of the plaque you harbored.
Rest now, know that you'll recover.

[Mr. J]

I'm going down under with a revolver & a bag of magic wonder
I cast a spell on my mind state and then tear these faggots asunder
I put my life in a bar, which means I'm an alcoholic & a failure
with enough spunk to spark a revolution in my drug paraphernalia
right before they email ya and tell you that your insurance is up
I pop your mind out like Rocko's Modern and watch the red currents just rush
I'm bored with writtens & bored with the faggots that write them
it's all a joke though I'm just pissed that half of them are just riding..
hopping the bandwagon riding shotgun, looking like idiots, am I psychic
I saw this coming like your mom did when I let one off into her eyelids