THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Universe]

...until we're numb...

Lies and promises divide these provinces with every anthem sung
We the North seek divorce, it's like we from another planet, son
When I leave ya lag behind like prosthetics, a phantom cut
Seems people don't understand my stuff, they ain't fans so what?
Don't hit the panic button, I won't cram to study 'til plans begun
They want the belt but keep dropping duds like their pants undone
If April didn't fool you than Matrix you... I AM the one
Beating you is a breeze on the net... like how my hammock swung
You can try to match my output but it can't be done
I see your bars ramping up too bad you can't land the jump
I heard Elton John's Tiny Dancer sounds like Tony Danza, huh?
Hold me cloooosseerrrr Tonyyyyy Danzaaaaaa… yup
Stranded punches never land enough when Peter Pan is young
I'm Captain Hook, expand my lungs and scream "unhand me bruh!"
You random chumps fall for everything and stand for none
Hands are cuffed; It's Tom Brady ending up in Tampa dumb
Or like giving up on Peyton Manning for Andrew Luck
You a little long in the tooth like a prehistoric mammoth tusk
I know you got a sex-drive but your tranny sucks...
We go-in for a spin like dryer sheets when the hamper's stuffed
Now seems I browser raised... I got a Candy crush
Go plant some shrubs, but dew-in-dirt just dampens mud
I'm from Toronto in case you wonder where my family's from
I hate homeless people but God damn I'm a hand-some-buck
Y'all get more boo's than Cheers filling Ted Danson's cup
Too bad it's embezzled like Lance Armstrong's cancer funds
So why give you odd looks when once glance enough?
You're just a flash-in-the-pan like a wide lenses cam-er-a
Haven't slaughtered anyone but got that Charles Manson strut
Y'all just creepy little buggers... tarantula
I lack the stamina until my style's re-vamped with blood
Like peanut butter you damn Skippy I'm in a jam you fuck
Call me the unsung villain... Son of Sam has come
I'll only collab with a country if I can rhyme with Canada
Climbed the stairway to Heaven then slid down the banister
Y'all must-turd gas like a shart... the entire canister...

lol.. . I need sleep

[Vulgar]

Watched a scary movie. I didn't believe the plot.

As a director, it must feel interesting to bend reality
for the select few in the audience who suspend it.
Or the suspension is directed, like the stuntmen in the fore
An intelligent plot - matched with cinematography
their eye is our eye, the camera assumes a focal point
but equal interpretation is not adjoined
and no amount of coins can bring the meaning past the ticket booth
A depiction of an enigmatic truth
Before movies, how did people impart messages and experiences?
Folklore, songs, storytelling, music. The visual side more limited
Were other senses more acute then? Or attuned?
presentation and culture - the beginnings of art
The philosopher's car. A vehicle which may or may not start

[brokenhal0]

The tops lisp faults participating in a pool shallow as me.
The highest synthesis causes a section to be quarantined.
More chlorine,more fore me. Ignored restored geometry.
a bowl of hominy lies a promissory note.
The sound is pennies thrown off any boat .
And it makes no sense to miss the exquisite taste.
Sailing ships dock on different bays different hours.
different days stowaways with the golden space.
Radical emergence rewind a rotten attitude.
When you didn't deserve my gratitude.
Hypocrisy done properly with out a clue.
Cause mocking yourself so much.
Brought the me out of you and i love it.

[Adverse]

Born under the bad moon that Credence Clearwater foretold
The devil begged me to stop, he even offered his soul
I'm just a lost boat bobbing heading anywhere the nautical pulls
God's mad because i keep chasing other gigs than his sought out role
Bottomless holes are all i dwell in, no ladder to resurface with
I hold the pen with a surgeon's grip, rap tighter than a tourniquet
With the mic i am murderous destroy every fighter in the tournament
With the sleight of a magician, spittin fire you'll be burned to crisps
Fuck your crew, i move mountains
There'll be articles on how i rock formations by environmental journalists

[brokenhal0]

A blackboard bases lessons in cinder smoke
toasting bottles in different places Ohh so very remote
basics in the matrix code big zeros so i make a soul
the impractical metro denys a joy pattern The pool cracks the skeleton
shit snap like a 50 ton traction element Our metric sighs died 11 times
The commentator redefines what it means to be species
refined the scene what it all means is easy
hopeful soldiers get cooked to baked ziti primi babys it aint safe if it aint teeny
short fuse and the change needs me love you but it came greasy
wipe my taint on your fake steeezy and bag ya bitch with some fake yezzys
drink whiskey to make that day easy
all kinds of shit kool whip it's way freaky

[Exis]

The ghosts of world wars scream, America
This cold world seems to hold it's dreams in America
How many people have to die for your regime, America?

Yo debate the issues of grenade misuse, & crates of great missiles
Tax dollars spent on killin' brown people with different cultures
America has shamed us all, the United States of vultures
History repeats whether you are racist or fascist
Only defeat will bring reality back to the masses
& If you were there you'd know you're in debt to be feared
Let's take a trip back, about 65 to 70 years
We're goin' back to Europe & Asia, back when America was just a country
Before all the nukes started droppin' & our economy was still hungry
& The colonies were still oppressed by the British
Egyptian & Indian slave markets, even the French'll admit it
Germany started to make bombs & bear arms
With Europe in Adolf's bare palms
& the war would of been won for them if Japan hadn't attacked
Their greed was the cause of the wrath laid down on they asses
& that's exactly what'll happen to this country I rap in
If we don't pull out shit together, an ass kickin' is what we'll be askin'
But I'm not about to bash us any longer I'm done, & I hope that
When you see politicians speakin' of war you just remember the ghosts rap

The ghosts of world wars scream, America
This cold world seems to hold it's dreams in America
How many people have to die for your regime, America?...

[Vulgar]

A fig's roundness
Watch from the front stoop. Least concerned with its conservation status.
Dark green like it's been on the forest floor's blast furnace
Go on and have some. The smaller ones are easy to eat.
Annual fig festival in Okracoke, North Carolina.
"A buttermilk glaze is used atop some fig cakes." Oh my.
Scion of the trees. And dioecious. And single!
self fertilizes when it's bored
and hangs in the backyard, until the day it falls

[Urban Dialect]

till the day i come with the chain saw to take it all, to pillage and rape, and make slaves of you all, who won't discriminate, can give a fuck what race you are, whether you're male or female, gay or straight, like aliens invading from space, probing you anally, till the anal prob breaks, maybe it's CGI, maybe it's all fake, it's hard to tell who's lying with technology nowadays,

[dead man]

lady lumps and leather loafers / laser focus, major dosage
breaking walls to stay ferocious / feedback looping serotonin
craving hope like angels told us / angeldust my pain erosion
paranoia terror poison / room in shadow, scary noises
Carolinas to Sarasota / chasing pavement to pay the lawyers
paraphrasing my prayers / condemning Sodom to save Gomorrah

[brokenhal0]

demons wanna play with auras ill tape record ya
aint that gin aint that water mockery makes it torture
watered down cause the paint is glossy
blow out the candles aint that saucy and it taste like coffee
take some stress off yee florida water with the rose toffee

[Bodey]

man, crush me up a roxy, bluish powder up my nose
the drip has got me coughing like a putrid sour i call hope
heyyy, back on the rhyme scheme, i like memes
i like suicide jokes peppered with crime please
bored as shit and i cant sleep
wrote my verse in an hour when i had a whole week
i write better under pressure i guess
or maybe i dont.
idk how to measure balance and still deliver success
i feel like i'm stoned

[brokenhal0]

built up a tolerance yet ? cant feel nothing anymore?
do you write to be ignored? just kidding you write cause you see the flaws
o well see the floor either or it beats being bored
put on your specks is that who you are?
nirvana baby's if we told the populous you would think earth was crazy
vaxxin hades

[Bodey]

losing sense of the craft, i'm hurtin daily
used to help me get past that worthless failing
type of feeling. immersed in bourbon's craving
i'm hyped for peeling versions off my undeserving raging
fuck the rhyme book. i suck at it anyway
when i actually give a fuck, i could nunchuck you anyday
whoops, there i go again. no escape from that, not a single friend
in my life could've flaked this bad. but here we are
i'm that same girl chasing cabs after i clear the bar
warm salty tears moisten up these dreary scars
and for a moment, i can breathe again. i can hear my heart

[Urban Dialect]

i know you don't know me kid (but)
i've been here from the start
even before this site existed
i was here in the dark
i was here in the spirit when wack lyrics started appearin
that's when i got curious and started ghosting these forums
a bunch of hopeless lyricist posting their poems,
weird as it is, as a ghost,feel like i know them,
verses coming from 'nobodies',
audios from 'no ones',
it's pretty obvious, that's why i joined them

[Johnny 6 feet]

If the snakes fake a limp then it's best to avoid them
I got blood in my poison stream, living this boyhood dream
Grand stages, tabloid pages, fans who would scream
Method actor, is meth a factor? Nah, only herbal remedies
Heisenberg hired a third assistant to reverse the chemistry
Plus I've got a curse that's egging me on; my words are weaponry
Delivered with perfect pleasantry so Scooby Doo couldn't meddle me
Record the medley, take a picture and develop me
Info is [redacted], biting, no worse a felony

[Exis]

No person betters me
Either worship pleasantly
Or kneel the fuck down & get you're neck severed severely
Have your head have the feelin' you've been knocked out, in the first round
Then pulled out my gat & Beretta a bein'
Every competitors creepin' creatures are an enemy, Villain, a creation of viciousness livin' within 'em's
What I'm seein'!...

[Johnny 6 feet]

Send them to mausoleums, a testament to history
A gold standard example of what a dumb shit could be
I beat newbs with novels so I guess that's 'literally'
Losing bladder control, yup, they're getting pissed at me

[Elfo]

Sativa levels in this Backwood are makin my skull bang
Chugged a Henny bottle w/ backup dancers from Soul Train
Woke up to mounds of cocaine - sounds of old Wayne
Red beam on the Kel-tec - that'll make you grow wings
You talkin old money, I don't need that
Its blue strips or new clips aimed at ya kneecap
Don't do peace Jack, you in the streets flat
You just a weirdo startin shit like you eat bats

[Eŋg]

from being ill i'm in rehab,
call this a relapse,
free rap incidental,
don't write with a pencil,
scribe with the mental,
violent potential,
mine is essential,
your mind is a rental
-- who pays the rent?
say again? aliens?
maybe them.
you don't know you're crazy then,
you don't know your radiance,
join the ranks of lazy men
if you don't do the work.
i puke a verse of putrid words
until the verb usage nears fluent birth,
fluid nerves, sick but no influenza,
soul influencer, still move the earth
with a gust of wind, ENG, when i loose the verse.
think lucifer can do the worst?
no greater enemy in the universe
than the loss of human worth.
who can hurt... you more than yourself?
God gave me wings but i flew to dirt,
digging through but soon deterred.
assume you were - through the glare -
as someone with whom you could share
an embrace with. maybe that's basic.
love isn't lost, just been too long since you faced it.

[Johnny 6 feet]

It's too hard when my last girl is locked in the basement
She's starting to stink, I should find a replacement
But my family's a treasure, their support was shining
Plus you'd need a shovel and a fucking map to find them
I'm vibing, but damn, these pills are pushing my buttons
And the voices in my head can't have a civil discussion