THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Vulgar]

A kid with bigger fish to fry, or prehistoric bird brains
Everyone's got their hands on your stash - pass around the church change
Collapsed accounts invert reins to the banks, vast amounts of word slang
spray from our angst... that's why we lay in front of tanks
Join the Fight Club, Tyler Durden's graven itch
I read your Zodiac in Se7en ways, now you might get David Lynched
Disgraced in stints, cancerous. Mind resists? Kill the klutz.
Bucket lists filled with blood. Hydralisks built this hut.
Elmer Fudd's bullet casings litter every rabbit hole
Itinerary ballots show a cannon blows at literary Alamo
Bloody Mary's marriage prone, she was a huge fan of love quotes
"Who'd ever thought looking into the mirror could be so cutthroat?"
I caught you lames. On your high horse barstools when your costume's plain
This is the rise of the rickshaws... and I'm the monsoon rains.
I'ma monster, mane. I truly, really mean it
Copypat.... has a puny little penis.

[VividEnds]

no rhymes left.
assignments.
go find it.
soap diamonds.
slope dividing.
grope an eyelid.
see me yet?
broke. and i'm in.
breathing breath.
stoned silence.

[Coup]

I ain't gone chill. Rip my Justin Bieber picture off the wall. Open season now, leave it to Beber and my Barbie doll. I'm suicidal, sun dial on my eye ball. Time is up, rhymes is survival. Of the textest, the flexest fascist. Nothing left for the breathless Ask Jeeves. Past the apparatus lattice. Lettuce. Carrot and a match stick under your mattress. Just read your colab bro again I can't pass this. Shit...I'mma go bump to Gaga now. pz. Bad Romance.

[Just Write]

wtf? lol

[Void]

Coup, really love your appeal. Loving some Gaga is like watching tranny porn without the accompanying guilt. Uncover the shield. Go public. Be real. I implore you. Be more you. Ryan Lewis supports you. Macklemore can afford to. You're out dated. Corny. What outrageous forcing. Go make you a song about how much you love the salvation army.

[Coup]

^Haters hate. Innovative sayings! Wait, the vitamins manipulate your brain. You laxative lemming. You Simple Simon texting. A crippled backward Vet saving - Private Ryan only in video gaming. Lemons and the grape, saturate the Gatorade surrogate. Drink up void. You paranoid parrot. You unemployed chestnut. Roasting in open garbage depression. Outrageous force ? Source ? I'm an Orangutang in a tree, on a horse paving Sesame Street. Destroying the fourth wall and spitting sesame seeds up your lyrical disease. Get off me son...unless you bump Christina Aguilera I don't want to hear ya.

[Mr. J]

On a path to destruction, past eruption, ejaculate pumpin'
master plan comin', brain on my pinky and range on my slinky
took a page to get me, or even if we had to say it literally
lathered up, bashin' butts like I'm pouncing on a koopa shell
exhausted I don't know who to tell, but the blues get the boost as well
got me..cool as hell, the ruthless tale, peeping over my user mail
like...fuck..

[Wise Wiggles]

Bittersweet wizard-sleeves dangling wet
As this chain of regret hangs from my chest
If I played w/my death you'd probably label it depth
Here's ya chance to dine in hell, the table is set

[Nigma]

Whys weight and the scale is flexing
breaking the steak into sections
With the greatest vision, lasic images
stains 'n blemishes, pray forgiveness
the plagues a sickening thang to witness

[Lars]

Resplendent in finery, he’s assessing each line as he tends to it. Finally, penned from his diary are the thoughts of a genius! His portly appearance is wrought with experience, yet daubed with delirium from a fall on Wysteria Lane, which was an all but mysterious way to have finally found himself...


Key shit.

[Void]

Know violence.
Won't hide it.
Both iris'
provoked by it.
Hope drying.
Old tyrant.
Cold. Dying.
No fighting.
Death's clutches.
Breaths huffing.
Legs numbing.
Head buzzing.
Next? Nothing.

[Wise Wiggles]

dead blumpkins, red onions, med crunchin, lead dumplings, text luncheon, nest hunting, molest munchkins, catch fungus, gruesome herpes, judas clergy, useless wording, do some burpies w/ nudist's twerking

[Mr. J]

Speak language deep, tongue twist with angler creep
Angel dreams, topped off and hung on a strangled tree
let loose, red juice in the name of the ghost she call me
I'm the host as always...I aim to please, no problem...sorry
to the victims, witnesses and those wishing for admittance in
blunt gymnast twist, got my grind feeling like a inward kick
the tony hawk is vicious...I'm just a loose gun, loose screw
waitin' to lose one...practice voodoo when I light your spruce goose up

[Coup]

I'm a imposter of true talent
Somebody who's bitten the greats
Often imitating, never duplicating
Can't form a rhyme without the rhyme brain
Dot com, kingdom come...my will isn't done
For mine is the power to lay claim in shame
A sour hyperbole, a try-hard wanna be
A soothsayer dragon slayer...a kid in mud puddles
Hearing space shuttles rumble but still text horrible
So I stand on my knees and kiss my fingers
Praise the Most High, pray he bless this niggah
I wanna colab up with void and pancake hoe
Stand with Pat and copy Vulgar's vulgarities
In Latin, stand laughing but I'm just an imposter
Show me the Way, Whys do we have to die ?
MEET ME AT THE CROSS ROADS.
With Just write bro.

My words are just recycled thoughts and phrases
My keen senses are just an indulgence in self
Laziness and a lack of compassion for others
I harmonize the inner man to your seraphic breath
I look at the Open Mic and read the symphony
Of sounds and written epiphany...looks so easy
It's such a shameless sin to delight in polite praise
And while I search the heavens for truth, I secretly
Stomp my baseless ambition of written knowledge
I know not to go down that familiar road...knowing
I'm not as clever or proficient.

[Void]

^ nice

[Wise Wiggles]

hat's off to the dab-bong w/a strap on parachute
I'd share the noose, but its latched onto terror's roots
bad odds, prepare the juice- fuckin legend to sharks
never knew one bet would get'me dead as this bar
w/e. started taking royals w/some wet in a jar
no one could help. s'like robin tryin to rescue jafar
Crush your crown w/my fingers. Down to earth Jesus.
On the couch w/ya fetus. about to go eat it
empty stomach on this diet of steady nothing
can see it & smell it but something won't let me touch it
press the button. sold my soul for next to nothing
text is butter....drop a deuce and catch a blumpkin

[Void]

I am God's lie in practice. Con-trived. Fraud eyes of quasi compassion stalk life while acting. No swan dive to madness. My soft strides of absence came over long times. A wall fly. Detaching from all. Mind in fragments.

[CymbiCort]

Mind blank from the pain thats occurring
Overdosed from my conscious now its blurry
Gotta recover my thoughts in a hurry
before my mother discovers i've been buried
then gets worried, shouldnt have done this surely
been livin life very poorly,its been boring
touring then fuckin bitches when they horny
before weed got me spittin rhymes wit more heat
Heart colder than hell raised in new york streets
I'm not mad at the truck service, but u all sweet!
Softies, without the ice cream man pullin up...
A dick between your eyes now you lookin fucked...
If your street, its like the letter
I'm double you pal,
i'm bout to blow your brain in your hands
who wants to fuck wit you now?

[Mr. J]

I spark blunts at high heights while bitches fight over klondikes
cold and lost like its the wrong flight, riding it out like your moms might
the wrong guy to cross by because my barns open..and cocks fly
paranormal pairs will sport you, while we exorcise our right
get the pesticide for y'all mice, got a beam to enterprise y'all sights
out of touch, barely there, speak my name and I rarely care
it nudges a grin...I swear it's there :D on to the next note a parrots pair
running loose shaking derriere...I've hit soft bottom, no prob honest
no odds on this, eventually even evenly added and evenly stacked
I forgot to wear my evening hat

[Spoken]

El camino in the cornerr, legs wildly in the air,
truth seeping down the steps of the vanity stairs.
convolution- a mineral of surprise,
awkward bruising? indian burn its way inside.
kaleidoscope tragedy letting what shouldn't be seen,
become up close and personal between you and me.