THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

silver lining, silver lining, silver lining
that's so boring, ask me....am I lying?
if I'm lying, I'm trying to make sense out of nonsense
I sense no progress, my senses are slightly obnoxious
they feel toxic flowing in my veins like another rock it
I'm high, STOP IT...






metaphorical scientist deciphering the pious
creating an alliance between the 4 5 and your eyelids
Dre kept their heads ringing, I put the function on silent
riding shot gun with a shot gun talking about shot guns
we shot guns at your livestock son, singing out shot guns

[Pharaohs Army]

@emcee squared.
wouldju like to set-up-a-Battle?
or would you like to Shutup, &vamoose

[Pharaohs Army]

yo i risked my cash to build the biggest stash. next thing you know i couldn't even afford, an all-day buffet.
then i got in a car crash. but nationwide?
was on my side.
..broke my nose though.
so, i'm no longer a sound sleeper, but a mouth-breather.
my jaw too. i've been surviving on butternut squash, grown for us, by far-mers
we know n trust& I'm Like Timex..
i take a licking
but i Keep on ticking- i love Shopping,
'specially @Holland&Barrett
..i Pop in&grab it
cuz like i said.. shopping's a habit
i'm a "wap"
i like spaghetti- wth salad
Italian. chopped. tomatoes,
with bazul. 'n array-gunno.
..it's nice, cuz it's cheap.
my sam-sung got crushed when i wrecked my jeep.
so i went from AT&T, to Verizon.
to broaden my horizons.
plus they gave me 300 bucks for switching back.
people switch at first because of their rate-gouging.- how shit is That?

[2tripple0]

i got flows i drop the hottest shit on this site
you be a emcee yeah except you missing the mic
this too easy i aint got no competition on netcees
ill burn you all four degrees...and i aint talking a position on a team
im ripping you your organs gonna sell for a nice price
you been beat talking like you black but still aint ill for a white guy
talk about pale its like ill be digging up the sand on the beach
land on my feet yeah cuz you a pussy and i aint got my hand out to speak
skill of all yall aint even a glimpse of my talent
ripped in a second you get lifted from my weed lynch you like serpents
i got a lesson to learn but you and search ya engine for my bars
cause ill have you presenting my scars so that detention far from mars

[Mr. J]

Bar for bar I go in with the hardy har
paint the town red with some party art
tickle the belly with a long machete
chop confetti out of your weird...medley?
melody...doesn't matter get your jelly rolled
tea bag your face and lick my smelly toes
boredom is a beast & I am it's slayer
gun shots are like ink, your brains the paper
let me indulge in poetry. further insight you
my life is an epic while yours is a haiku
I'm driven by sanity, steered by the opposite
inebriated by hate & fueled by obnoxiousness
I enjoy the rain, but endure in the fire
take another bull by the horns...
and turn him into a slider

[2tripple0]

im blowing up mics and taunting the competition
and constantly on the rise like inflation
you be repeating the same lines over and over
i keep the engine sparking as if i was the motor
you aint got the lines to compete with my knowledge
im like a rodent that digs out the roots call me a possum
when im at my best i scatter like brains with pure science
you couldn't understand my ranking because its like being private
i keep secrets and tell all the honeycomb would help you wit ya wig
and i aint a pig but ill still land these punches in the clinch
thought i was dreaming until i pinched myself and said fuck it that hurt a bit
i need time to edit my lines er whatever but they still sick as shit
im not romantic but ill still get ya bitch addicted to the dick
i gonna end this right here what you think you won or some shit?
if that was your best then obviously you still haven't had a chance to plummet

[Pharaohs Army]

every battle line hits me in the stomach and i contemplate sui-cide like muff did.
..i just kid.
i'm rubber. you're glue. but it doesn't Matter- cuz you just miss.
..K real talk,i've been enjoying verses,by people not named pharaohs.
i'm dead. so i've been employing serpents to guard my precious heirlooms.
my style Venomous; i don't need a barrel.
you fagots be takin' voluntary enemas
..then you find your boyfriend to share it.
i mean your girlfriend. he was "trans". 'nd now he's called Sarah.

[2tripple0]

im nice when aiming for flesh
im like structure the way im arranging the text
im copping cook and making money to spend
if i was in an accident it wouldn't leave a dent
so if you shit on my then i have to shit on you
and if knowledge doesn't ascend then this bitch aint true
im making up for fatties and shit that i don't understand
ive got the upperhand call me a lumberjack
they way i pick up the pieces left behind
this the ending the credits about to bring death to life
all i seem to remember about writing this letter
i noticed you were trying to spread the cheese like cheddar
i got you knocked out in a coma
im like the capital of Italy call me roma
like a period i make you bleed
im the building bank society call me unique
you aint succeed sing the kettles boiling but i aint handle the heat
got my tracks on repeat your a liar like someone full of deciept

[Mr. J]

Pull the reciept from foolish decrees
Improve the degrees you use in your sleep
boostin the dream, consuming the sheets
Metal fingers that bring doom DOOM to your beats
Influence the streets abusing a freak..
A nuisance, I'm free, you in a coop before 3
Crack your egg...kick it loosely ...I agree
Your dentist will need a new set of teeth
you scared but it seems unusual to me
you either hanging like the noose or the leave
eatin the peel that came from tooth of Ms Eve
you either play the student or you teach...

[2tripple0]

its worthless for me to try and stay with a bitch
if i was flipping you off its only the cable on the power switch
im sick with rhymes and really creative with punches
i would stick my neck out if that didn't mean meeting for luncheon
kids throwing up report cards in the trash can
everything under money money over everything so hand me the cash man
so til the day im perished no im not a novice
you just need shelter and im not talking to the homeless
a deuce double entandra excuse the puns just asking the scientist
ill make the crowd go silent and i aint making an analysis
so no matter how wild it seems poetry is rewriting me
travel the seven seas and welcomed at the foot of any society

[Mr. J]

I blaze pyrotechnics over the idle sunset
rival the headless, & spit that Ichabod testament
Diabolic henchmen disguised in a shaman's headdress
send God a message with the blood of the innocent
vintage shit for the record I aim at the witnesses
blaze the stage & pop pills until I'm limitless
guided vision quest with the strength of DMT
I'm not trying to save them; I just want to seem them bleed

[2tripple0]

throwing shit up on the net and aint even got no respect yet
you be elected to office as if you were the president
I don't know what else to say everything speaks for itself
and I aint a drumstick but I can still cut ya head off like a chicken
running around headless and aint no medic gonna save you
you be playing with imagination as if you were fake dude
like I said before there aint nothing left to say
you couldn't escape this prison as if it wasn't possible to getaway
im turning in like the end of the day... since I wrote this next week
you so out of your place like you don't belong I could call you left field

[Mr. J]

peep how the stress feel when on your head...
real, the definition that describes my next deal
on the pad like a menstrual, my ink the red pill
my flow calms the pain that these so called meds kill..
the rest peeled off the top layer like an onion
them boys run in, snatch your bread get you snuffed n..
leave you stuffed in the trunk with the bass bumpin'..
no speakers involved, so the team won't snitch
the schemes won't quit until our dreams so thick..
you could float on a cloud bombing like a spiked turtle
the lies could kill you especially if the truth might hurt you
light purple haze & roll out the red carpet, blue smoke
RIP on the slab while I chunk up the duece yo...

[Mr. J]

she ignites the rage that lowers & hides my face
I cannot find my place, & I dislike the wait
I'm trying to say whats on my mind today
but when it comes to fruition it's best to shy away
give me the truth in death before I lie awake
time is safe, with a combination of heightened praise
built as Rome was, at the same time behind a day
they say the early bird shall feast, I disagree...
the earlier it is, the wetter the ground that limits me
the quicker the dirt draws me in & thickens...
twisting deeper than the imagination could portray
silence tells more than her looks could say
I'm shallow enough to be rooted to evil
a teacher to all the students who are equal
banging my head against the floorboard
the tell tale heart with the sight from Mordor

[Mr. J]

I'm drowning in the Titanic's corridors
down in Atlantis just to explore some more
discussing societies hatred in philosophical pursuit
disgusted sobriety my minds primitive perfume..
a scent that draws attention to the thought
a sense that awes when demolition is sought
I rot in a grave & twist when my name is misused
scrape the disdain off with a molotov tissue...
when the flames rip through I take a sip to quench my thirst
leaving my print everywhere for a shot at detective work..
crumbs that lead to me back like Hanzel & Gretel
that just a moment to advance & a chance to upset you
I'm on edge, living in the past tense...
more lies to make the next line make sense
boredom, boredom, it's all boredom at the end of day

[Pharaohs Army]

hey buddy you Ain't All That jus cuz you rock a Kangol Hat. you got Lame-Old Raps the Same Old Crap i'm here ta Change All That.. i'll take a lyrical Baseball Bat to a bag of Glorified Pop Stars.. they've Got no Bars.. now-they in the O.R... yo,i go hard.
i throw darts at posers 'n lick Shots at Po' Cars
u wanna Start Some Shit? - so Start
i'll Burn-ya-like-a Toasted Pop Tart
..with frosting.
that's why i Top Charts 'n ykin c me flossing..

[Pharaohs Army]

i've got a Lip Ring- this Shit Stings
i think i was great writer by the Time I Was Sixteen..
then i Became A Rapper 'n i dunno wat the hell happened
i think Asked myself "how Else do ya Rap Ta Techno?"
... my Wardrobe Is Gothic - i Called love Gossip.
i think i've seized your dream 'n now you're sounding Emo like Me.
let's not Become 1-of-these Open Mic Freaks
bore-dom. makes me hold- the mic weak
per-haps i should Participate in poe-try and write weeks..
what would Copypat think?
better yet what would Everyone Think about my "Sloppy rap Thing"?
..o well i gotta Shake off Bars of Rust- i could talk about how we're all made'a stardust.
...'n All that stuff.
or i could battle. and say INsults&all that junk

[Mr. J]

been working so long I forgot what a callback was
chillin' like a mall rat does, you the poster boy...?
see what this wall tack does..dressed like a Combat Punk
with a mohawk, that boy causin' all that fuss
I'm on your lawn at dusk, sufferin' from a contact buzz
see what the sawed off did when I draw that up
I'm all cracked up, lookin' like Dave Chappelle raidin' cells
raisin' hell, I DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE, break it well
I don't know how to tame myself, but I can fake it well
tryna figure out this fuckin' topic, should I start it...
shit...ok...repel

[Pharaohs Army]

..that's swell - whistles&bells - if u know i'm Sick Don't Tell.. just like i Don'tTell about what i Found- @roswell,
my counSler toldme to make- Seamless Transitions- it seems i can't please'im - guess my lungs need some "weed in".
i'vegot loyal Legions - who Creep When - my enemies r Sounda sleep And- they Wreak Havoc

[Mr. J]

Humble prose, hustle flows, double dose
cuddle close rumble foes or other ho's
jumbled jokes muscle pose fuck you ho's
thumbs arose touching those subtle toes
tickle tickle tickle giggle giggle giggle
wiggle wiggle wiggle little little little