THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Paradigm]

I'll fucking murder you, show up at your funeral...

&

start speaking in tongues at the preachers and nuns till they start screeching and run
then reach for my guns and unleash more heat then the sun! they heathens and scum
when i breathe in, ya done. See, air seethes in my lungs and released from my gums...
blue flames, that can either freeze or be flung. I'll feast on the young and deceased cuz its fun
Ancients speak on me as the one, I'm as elite as they come, a fucking beast wit the puns
that will leave you speechless and stunned, beaten then hung for ever thinking i could ever fucking be defeated, you dumb?

[Wise Wiggles]

I spit w/a medium's tongue. Write w/Wolverine blades
Pull a three way, while getting head like guillotine fades
Watch the coldest speech blaze w/solar heat waves
I stole ya cheese cake, eyes ain't closed in weeks. Raped
The soul of dj's, trying to get Dull to free base this moldy dreamscape
Molten beams spray til your soldiers need shade
The odor stinks when cobra's teeth glaze, this ain't dope, it's ea-say
Look at all the lovely poison we made
I wanna feel my endorphins bleed lakes
Portland reeks, great..whenever I'm tortured, she plays

[Wise Wiggles]

I like to pull barbed wire out teh peehole
Me so horny.. Care to loosen the skull jar?
Pole scars cover the stripper. Oh yeah?
Welllllll, your mother's a stripper. I wish I wasn't a drifter
I wish I could fist a couple of grifters
Fucking summon elixers, rather donkey punch her than pinch her

[Aesthetic]

Im the social anti-lifer stooping idiot's cyphers.
Nihilist writer sparking chemo in cancers.
Ruthless and ring shots like answers.
Stabbing angels like devil dancers.
Im crueler than auto's to lancers.
Realer than ranters with lanterns.
Banters I spits 'wit' it winnin get lit in it catch fire like I own a permit.
Ya screamin im grinnin spinnin off the top while im spittin.

[Split]

type is the silent dismissive, violent spurs,
try and defend against fist flicks like firelit bursts,
rip through your system like a niacin purge-
Sir Wisington First when I preach on adamantium drags.
Xanies and crack. slampiece. burner is fancy and class.
murdersmith, the verdana is furnished by sickle and watched by the scythe,
turn up this concert gig ambience til youre awash in a tourniquet slice.
D'gawdian nauseous, eleventy migs, melanin spikes,
nervous is central of life- i live on the fifth, the elevator recites,
the fader rewinds. balance just teeters,
cruise to tonal confusion rained from the speakers

[Wise Wiggles]

Winds the last time you made umbrellas fold?
Area 151, I'm raping an alien's skull
Deface yourself to bone. A frayed oh well, a loan
I layed the trail to home of displaced & melted poems
It's only a stage, I tell a phone. Remains. Stealth in pool
Remain cellular..A rave in hell w/molten pages
This cell can drool. They plague this thread, a spool
Gave a fake address to school. Ever played w/death? It's cool

[dead man]

death isn't cool. it's a measure of you
the series is over. it's 7 to 2
no time to waste. there's expression to use
meth to consume, wrecking-balls and debts to accrue
let it be truth. the evidence defensiveness-proof
tire tracks to temporize pedestrians shoe
meta microchips and salsa. data-mining mexican food
they'll murder your daughters. God bless America W00T

[Alfred Kipling]

michelin-man maneuver through brazilian wax. this is the facts, they call me sitting bull barbiturate hand. idiosyncrasy stamped. living to laugh, crying at home. mystery van, shaggy's higher than stoned. it's like I'm riding alone.

[Natural]

The fighting is on

I'm sick of these enemies claiming supremacy against me.
I'm just not seeing these emcees properly convince me.
I'm unloading the dope schemes, I'm king of the flow ring.
No cocky gawking man with his sloppy multi karate can body me
I prefer somebody catapult and careem into a steeze
Full steam flinging with the breeze, singing melodies
Impailing the soul with a hella deep ocean of emotions
Inner lotion or lubrication for the explosion of convulsions

[Mr. J]

Repulsing, disgusting and such, is writing something to rush
or just enough of the rush, can someone tell me..whatever it was
I forgot my current date sent, an ATM along with a currensy statement
I'm behind on payments, sitting in negativity with a backward face lift
I hate it, but agree as long as you understand, we will make it

[e11even]

Surgically clumsy, but I'm still surgical bitch,
A sturgeon in this ocean of fits as I throw up metaphorical fins.
Historical oracle, predicting your every forfeit- I win,
As morbid as laughter at rigormortis as I border ur fence...
A hoarder of limbs of different boaders I have cornered n' minced,
with their whores in my porn corridors as I perform my attempts...
At ensemination... orgasms til boardem signals obliteration...
More instestine and spinal segment tapings draping my Veil of Sadists.

[Natural]

Originally Posted by Mr. J

Repulsing, disgusting and such, is writing something to rush
or just enough of the rush, can someone tell me..whatever it was
I forgot my current date sent, an ATM along with a currensy statement
I'm behind on payments, sitting in negativity with a backward face lift
I hate it, but agree as long as you understand, we will make it

Seperated we are serated together we are upgraded to United
It's simple in design and moving when its been put into writing
A ripple in our minds that's proving this shit can be real exciting

[e11even]

Originally Posted by Vividlyvague

Surgically clumsy, but I'm still surgical bitch,
A sturgeon in this ocean of fits as I throw up metaphorical fins.
Historical oracle, predicting your every forfeit- I win,
As morbid as laughter at rigormortis as I border ur fence...
A hoarder of limbs of different boaders I have cornered n' minced,
with their whores in my porn corridors as I perform my attempts...
At ensemination... orgasms til boardem signals obliteration...
More instestine and spinal segment tapings draping my Veil of Sadists.

Impaling's native... all hell breaks... loose? nope. It's God's creation.
So I harness it. An excuse farmers use for illegal harvest and cultivation.
Bar none. Poker bars done. She squirms in frightful terror on bar one.
Burned til the color has tarred some, then amputation-to-salt runs.
I'm cooked but not done. A medicinal haze fills this dungeon of ours...
Her mind's ventured to Mars. I undid the bra of this, now quadropalegic, and saw...
What dedication exists in a living zombie needing to exist after it all.
Fifth limb dislodged in her jaw. Tearing. A searing to the foundation of her mental, it's walls
Peeling. I'm feeling like I'm appealing the laws. Like I'm above the flashlights you see in a mall.
Like OJ is confessing to me like, "See? You agree with me, Dog?"
I chuckle in triumph as the load is released. One reload and a squeeze
and his bitch's limp whole is thrown in the sea.

...and I got away with it, ho. Behold, I alone am opposing your peace.
Die... and when you do, may it be so holding disease.

[Wise Wiggles]

Look at my face. Am I damaged or what?
The pen's a million pounds & I can't pick it up
Fuck cancer, it's sucks. Turns buds to phantoms & duds
Dude grasping for straws, trying to capture his guts
This camel is bunk. Fucking flatter than hump days
Gaze at life in black & white? Is it all panda's & skunks?
This is saddness, no funks. Im passive, abrupt.
Leave out'a no where,
This shits happens when love packs in too much
And rips the bag of your lunch.

[dull boy]

The captain of crunch. Fuck, I've been battered 'til numb.
Shattered to shrapnel. Scattered like dust over the matters of love.
Shut the trust. Don't let her at it. We'll bust. Speak of myself like another so I don't have to see what
happened. Enough. So much has past. Passing me up.
Lives I never lived but had in my clutch. Laugh like I'm dumb
and can't imagine what's done. Never have recapture what I can't grasp, so I shut
my trap. I play happy. Passive and stuck. Half a dad. Half a son. Hole in my guts.
Holding my nuts. Emboldened by fun. The type that's lonely and rusts
your soul at the plugs. Get into it. Sift through this, it's supposed to be... supposed to be? Hush.
Nothing's supposed be. Go on. Hold your rosary, nun. No amount of prayer ever spared me from cuts.

[Wise Wiggles]

I'm bout to carry the sun. Having fun? Carrie's begun
My demons always dare me to run. Overbearing as fuck..
I had it all & forgot to bury the crumbs.
Shining shit but I ain't sharing the rum
Read the other day that the air needs a thumb
But I'm a downer, rounding life off for the midnight clowners
The spins, twice found ya.

[Matriarch]

Movie screen. Beauty scene. Pious and perjury
Lies, trusts. Occurrences. Our eyes are the verdict.
Peaceful plot point - an exposition swelling the flat line
it’s a paradox! Walking death - posthumous prime-time
inside this box. expression’s contorted in angles
vivid views; digital clues dished - imprisoned by rainbow
vicarious vice - living an all too lavish condition
life of the fabulous. Imagine us of fat disposition!
The music! The cash! Scripts written, story is known
Now for some dialogue...before the greatest story is told
Dialogue

*insert dialogue here _________________________

[e11even]

"What of it, mate?" Exclaiming proudly, awaiting his take...
Guns in my face, stuck as fly pape, only way is down, as this life's skyscraped.
Wallet on my desk at work. Stash in my bike. Bike in my driveway.
Driveway in another town... "Hurry up monkey! Time's my money! It's Friday!"
...

[Eŋg]

kind of funny: it's then i get paid my wage,
not sure that's worth it when a pleb gazes sideways:
i'll take a shit on the clock
(but not literally, they're too high, right on the wall)
my pace & rhythm won't stop
a jot physically. i lose my mind to the chore,
Time is a whore & mine's such a bore.
you don't have it better;
we're all faltering. in this cold haggard weather
the air's raw. sauntering in a slow, ambled, measure
in a holed, fabric sweater's the soul's placid pleasure.
from a pen stems the sentiment,
it lends a line, or ten:
i remember being reminded i'm alive again.

[Wise Wiggles]

My eyelids blend & morph to liquid
Abortion clinic line to Portland's picnic
For the party people who snort or lick it
Borgore delicious. More warped than envisioned
Girls looking like Gordo the midget..
Fuck sleep. Walk through the portal to kick it