THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[ShowOut]

pounding of the drum
warlords begin to run
nashing of the teeth
fallen members of the speech
speak without talking
listen without hearing
take bearing and dive into fearing..
..of the night, the dead is alive
hear them inside your crooked mind
bookmark chapters of leviticus
proverbs absurd are you hearing this
forigne language of oranges hangin
the door hinge bangin.. don't let em in.

[KennyCerealBowl]

Existential anxiousness,
4told the day i was diagnose with being hyper-active
adderal had enough of that in my cabinet
If we ran out the belt will straighten up my act again.
Teachers moved me to the front inhopes to focus
Fuck that moved back to the back ur disturbing ur hopeless
5000mg is not potent enough
Therapy sessions are a thousand ways of telling me to shut the fuck up

[UnbornBuddha]

Yay!

[UnbornBuddha]

Nowadays,
Intracranial diseases are treated with drills
Which do you prefer?
Trepanning or taking weekly ten pills…
All sickly ill eventually hear Jesus heals
And they get wondering if it’s really real,
Or is it just another construct these creatures build.
Let your emotions quell themselves, until their evil spills
Into your eyes, so you’re forced to look even deeper still.
Kill or be killed is the philosophy that made the reaper ill;
Feel the chills go up your spine, as we prematurely read your will
For in it lays the blueprint that yielded the creation of humans.
This worldly operation is useless,
To a misanthropist who only finds an elation in ruin.
This is the fable of a vagrant internally vacant from moving;
My trail of hubris is akin to the agents in this cyber matrix illusion
Hell my toolkit, I use to operate on my own Self-delusion, heaven's tumor.
What is the point of all this? Patient my student,
I relay it slowly to those who are basically stupid,
Or at least endowed with massive traces of confusion
Tainted improvement is all I can hope for, I’m unfailingly lucid
Graciously wounded,
By my own desire to not believe anything until it’s persuasively proven
I’m amazingly prudent in looking for clues to truth’s superb verse
My yearning for its whereabouts is worse than a summer’s thirst,
Thus, I’m blatantly dubious of my own words; I’m a desiccated alienated computer-
A desolated dedicated consumer, looking for any elevated improvement
In my appearance, so I spend all my time calculating its renovated beauty
Yet, I can never fit into the basis I view things
Partly, because my psyche requires the craziest soothing
I despise having to come to a conclusion, I never really embraced this rubric
Every essay of mine has more questions than solutions. Mental pain is a nuisance,
I wonder from where it came, why it spread, and why it stays so rooted.

[Mr. J]

I'm on cloud 9 that's why I feel alienated
maybe a favorite..words engraved into stations
satellite equations, such an utter fascination
get at me dog...see the bites, rabies abrasions
I'm the kid, and you are the first lady baby with braces..
I get nothin' but head..some big nuts...some big L's
the Kingpin, call him Ishmel, some of this don't sit well
carry a shield, get capped in america by some pig tails...
the metaphor carries on and the blunts been hit well
that's wet, dry off it's cold bless you & get well..
as for me....well I been well ;)

[Split Eight]

in the midst of every break-up I remember my lovers as I met them. the blissful attraction, a gravitational sink. "the honeymoon effect". an aberration of think. reality catches up in a thermomechanical wash, and imagining futures becomes intangible loss. I'd risk a second crash just to sooner sample her thoughts, but we're set in our tracks. The banter is lost, and I lose her to complicated orbits and scattering rocks, light displays, class and can't talk. The constant state of morbid decays after the shock. Celestial bodies destined for separate stars.

[Split Eight]

what if love is being a flirt and everyone is impressed,
but you're not even trying cause you're fucking depressed.
this is my sixth whiskey. count it, drink number seis.
it's not a sprint, it's a marathon- i'm running in place.
get fucking replaced. welcome to the world, it's particularly cold,
and nothing explains why you're emitting a glow
you're a visiting soul
trapped in familiar haunts
but living is gold with a million in bonds

[Wise Wiggles]

Building is gone. Dust. Oklahoma shit
you could know the road & slip- it's skull fracture
Welcome to where the wolves gather
Where we're all dead inside but your pulse flatter
Quick to get heated like cold shatter
America's great, airital sprays & dull laughter
When I spit that underground, the moles scatter
Full platter with boar guts. Y'all kids is video games & sore thumbs
Which tree you swing from when morn comes?

[Wise Wiggles]

I pour rum down Liz Shue's whoredom
Drifter in the Port slums, I want more numb
Force drunk century with a scorth sun tendency
Born dumb, we learn bunch of bologna
Live this way, over a hundred are pulling
This summit is boring, the fuck we climbing for
Nothing more poetic than a rhyme ignored
Final four way stop of my plight
All this rage to disperse but the object is nice
Awesome pendent, carcass of Christ
On a cross, the irony. A wrinkle through what?
We botched the ironing

[Mr. J]

Symbolize a behemoth while others are too blind to see it
A mind full of demons with secrets hiding behind a Zenith
white flag my allegiance, it only tampered with my literary freedom
so beat it! I've weakened Poseidon and fed him to some sea shrimp
I've beaten Mike Tyson, choked the game as all of my ties tighten
concealed weapon is a pen, spoken word deadly I carry a mic license..
take aim at the fake then 'bye, bye, friend' I just enlight them..
witness the minds crisis of trying to understand lifes prices
youd all buy it if I tried it and sat back and lived quite like it..
nice of nicest, rely on my blind theory, unheard word, quiet nightshift

[Zen]

^dope
Call me Fat Gandhi, but I like violence (wait...). I'm full of Molly, and half-minded at a pool party with Miley Cyrus. That bitch saw me, and I caught her eyeing/drooling and all weak for MY DICK. So, I pulled her off with me, and started whiling in her coochie all week till MY BALLS tired.

It's obvious that I'm lying, but in all honesty I'd buy it.

[I AM FAGGOT HEAR ME ROAR]

Spitting the wicked facts that stick to tracks,
Fuck with the ill & your getting cracked,
You script the wack while we pull the pins and let
The wings attach..

[Zen]

Always nervous with friends, but on the surface I seem perfect. Pretend. A liar. Fuck it, let down the curtains. Begin. Nothing hurts till it lives. I’m always dysfunctional. On curb of a trend fluctuating towards a purpose with no end with nothing to turn to since I fucking hurt you. Again. You need to learn to forget. Be merciful.

BEFORE I CRACK YOUR CERVICAL, BITCH.

Snap and murder you quick. This white dude raps like a murderous twin of Spinal Tap with each verse that he spits, except for that whiny crap you just heard from ‘em then.
I flirt with my pen, and smile as I fap because I’m disturbing as shiiiiit.

“Did I do that?”

…Like I’m Urkel.

- Zen

[Mr. J]

Spread word to yo friends
I'll sell herbal to a vet
made out of crushed turtles & a set...
of twin gerbils. I'm a threat
made outta ya moms Christian Dior belt
Each whip makes its force felt..
subs bang like the suicide doors fell
all butter where the popcorn melts
I'm all butterfingers on a itchy trigger
Retarded like they got Tyson 50 witcha
I'm Shaq on a backboard
you the glass on the back floor
throw Deuces up like a Gorilla man whore

[Wise Wiggles]

I'm about to be sifting through a silver sand shore
Where the slivers lance pores. What's you killers stand for?
Swhat I thought, single serving luggage coffin
The fat girls cuddle awesome
Claims she's has a skinny fuck hole, promise
Premise of dead pen movers. Legend probers
Flour her flower. Bend her over, pretend to mow her
The grass is dead.. Get some acid head
Freshly shaven extastastation- ***tus spread
Come take your hatchet meds-
Where's Johnny? Trudging through that path you left
Ben's a stallion, Gwenith Pal can catch this Se7en
Murder by the Numbers in a whisper of Biden's comfort
Blood angel in the icing puddle. Dust halo spinning high as summit
Write the wonders or let em evap
Clear headed monster no longer mess with epic weed sack
I gotta poo poo

[Hush]

used to b broke but I shattered that mold
400 dollars in weed smoke, life of the bold
old soul, bumping young money, old benjamin fold
sub zero, blood icy an cold. audi coupe slicin the road
a sight to behold

[Mr. J]

Designed to destroy & break walls, the battering ram..
A hammering hand, magic carpet, Aladdin mannequin dance
take a trip to the stars, until I flip & bombard..
equipped to come hard, I'm a dick in your front yard
at it early with the voices recorded on alien devices
maybe indecisive when it comes the daily umpires
make your call but make it right..don't be mistaken twice
one more strike and your out am i equating this right?
lifes a pie I'm taking a slice, a bitch? state the obvious
take a trip to where John Gotti lives, living like a lobbyist
division is prolly split between me & me, so beat it twerp
Billie Jean in a Mj shirt, where do you got those insane twerks?
the way you bend, sway, jerk, make me feel overconfident
I could make Los Angeles feel like it's going over populous..
word..

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

Loose with the flow iuuno who’s in control catch the glow off the providence
Or show em im ominous, strap off the shoulder holster revolver of consciousness
You know what the consequence fucking with god, audacity tuh talk blasphemy
44 blast for me reactively, bless your soul, the hawk don’t give no fux how you get that swole
Disconnect flesh from bone& know I keep the shit rusty on purpose bruh
Rugged impervious to that bullshits you serving up word em up get clapped down just fo turnin up
blaaah

[Mr. J]

Pursuer of the lost the epiphany of speech
the thoughts that riddle the weak
please be aware Ill make this dismal & sweet
turn your work to fictitious debris
left for those with 6th senses to see
someone would get the message at least
Youd wanna die all over again if you read this sheet..
but we humor the odds, no matter the tumor of thought
the rumors is brought because maybe your usage could awe
could you dupe us or not? Confuse us or nah?
leave it computers & God, the vision Julius saw...
that's how I'll leave ya just as neutered as a dog
so where your sitting in the booster so small
what the Jimmy Snuka it all put that on Jupiters balls
this is trip...Bermuda? Au Revoir

[Wickid]

My real name my rap shit, so you know it ain't no fuckin gimmick. I got these rappers shook boyyy you can see that they timid. When they told me I couldn't, I believed I could I'm like the little engine. With so much fuckin horse power you'd think I had a Hemi in it. I'm henny sippin while you penny pinchin, you broke boys aint doin bidness, all you rappers washed up. Sonic boys how we balled up, you'll see the metal before you see my rings. You know how much these cost bruh? im flossin huh but I don't flex alot, fuck with me and I'll wreck ya block. Notice how I only mention myself, cause I'm the only motherfucker i got. nobody ever had my back, nobody ever gave me shit. they say white boys cant rap, then i showed em how i spit, they say "oh my god my bad, you really are legit". now they want me to get on the radio so i can fuck around and make a hit! but i say fuck all that, radio can kiss my ass, mainstream aint ment for me so imma keep this backpack and thats that. with a loud sack tucked right up in under that. im servin feigns duckin felonies, got your girlfriend on her knees she say "blessme please" so i obliged you know im down to ride for a homicide about pounds n pies. imma die about like Kevin Gates i hope you go to hell just for heavans sake.