THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[corleone]

the deepest poet.. original flow,
#1.. that nigga you love to hate, still flexin his gun//
God emcee, Corleone.. you know, the reputable one,
sexin' your hun, big dick stretching her-buns//
perfectionist.. I script excellence, and pitch verses to nuns(nones),
and bless tracks, like praying in spiritual-tongues//
the lyrical one, I'll get at you son,
bullets rip threw your lungs,
and split you in half, wreckin your gums//
leave you toothless, the tool spit, I'm testing you chums,
the best of the slums, to places you couldnt check in with-funds//

[corleone]

the architect of this rap game, I smash-lames,
act like you know.. your boy Corleone known to thrash-frames//
sick with the flow.. theirs no one as dope,
while y'all raps are off point, like bad aim//
I'm the general of this here.. to be honestly clear,
I'll hire a slug, fire a gat, and retire-careers//
whose admirers other than my own, could bare-witness,
and testify to the rare-sickness, I share-scriptures//
Corleone is a God, above all.. on His throne in a pod,
space dweller.. I'll travel to saturn, pass mars and speed over a star//
I'm lyrically equipped to write bars and kick shit,
so far, it'll redefine every law of science and physics//
who could rhyme as sickening? cor the sickest,
sicker then three fagots tongue kissin', wearin' snickers//
beyond vicious.. I'm hard hitten,
your chick? she can get it..
I'll slam dunk in that pussy with my balls in it..

[corleone]

cor one of a kind, type to study dudes,
I guess your engine blew.. cause the hood don't fuck with you//
you gassed up.. like helium inside balloons,
ski masked up.. just me with my platoon//
I rock dolo, you should know tho, I got goons,
don't need any cardboard to box you//
I got to, treat you like my trees and ox you,
cause your boy cor smoke more weed than lox do//
I'm like your pops, only difference is my outlook,
X marks the spot, when I close out the box, get your mouse-took//
.. you get no cheese, I flow like the breeze in the tropics,
I'm O.G, but you probably know me to cop it//
I'm so raw.. you'd try tabs of salt when you rock it,
tracks dug into the floor in a moshpit//
I'm so underground, but I get hiyer than cockpits,
and drop scripts like writers reaching into their pockets//

[Mr. J]

My only concern came with the art form
Now I eat less and barf more.
How do you earn wages & fit the contour
Jumping from topic to topic...
Flipping and stumbling more than parkour
Blame the same game they rig
Nuisance dropping all of his fig newtons
Not knowing the gravity of this movement
How do you live it if you never been through it?
Left the house to make a few quick cents
Face covered, they withdrew sickness.
Try to find dirt on them like pig pen.
It's all peanuts to an elephant
Poverty stricken views from the elegant
What you hold dear, turned to venison...
Consumed by their own detrimental decisions
Coincidental composition so on & so forth
It ain't about the ease no more.
It's about how extravagant the couture.
The drive they left on the show floor
There's nothing to it.
Oh the easily influenced
How you failed the chaos...
And became congruent

[Adverse]

Stop it ock, think you cream of the crop? Not a bit
Ironic you’ll never C W you turned hip hop into some teeny bop drama shit
Lady death opened a can of worms when she moved her hand restorin him
At war to make ur Stars a thing of the past like a Mandolorian in a damn Delorean
Watch the throne?? Don’t you see whose ass is on this chair?
Cock your hammer on back - samurai jack slicing your ammo in midair

[corleone]

recycled battle verse at RR against "revolution"..

here's a new year's resolution..
you should quit rap and create a solution//
learn a new trade, that pays to compensate for your-music//
your garbage at rhyming.. whats even worse, you've been mistaken for-ruthless//
best' watch your mouth, or get knocked out for saying your bullshit//
.. this lame is a nuisance, passed his days on the pulpit,
he should retire.. his spit game dryer than "slaves-in-nooses"// (lol.. dry ass nigga)
he's ashamed of his doings.. the bingo champ at state-institutions//
known to preach after taking his meds.. hence his name, "revolution"//
.. rev's a few drinks away from losing his faith//
he's about to throw in the towel, after grooming his face//
.. caught him in the shower, moving his waist,
and fucked him in his ass, as he's mumbling-rape// (.. lol straight dirty)
I'm in the yard.. juggling weights,
seen him and his cellmate @Answer acting tough by the gates//
.. I grip on my blade and rush to their place,
and stabbed them both, continuously till' their blood gushed, out of hate//

[Urban Dialect]

murderous tendencies, the urge to murder my enemies,
further encouraged by the emergence of entities
not concerned what the symptoms be, what the nurses
are giving me, they close the curtains? start jerkin
working my meat, waiting for the social worker to skeet,
maybe she can get the courts to believe, a mental
institution is were i should be

[corleone]

murderous tendencies, burn in my memory,
which serve my infirmities to emerge my supremacy//
my words unfurl-mesanemes from worlds beneath everything,
hellish realms to wretched-cells, where corpses dwell and scream-melodies//
I dream pleasantly to achieve deadly-obscene scenes-preferably//
and scheme-heavily over streets on mephaseme, weed-and-hennesy//
Cor discrete in his methods, see.. dare step to me,
and I'll disfigure your infantry within-seconds, to pieces of shredded-meat//
the type to meditate-successfully to build my telepathy,
and crush your entire mid section by just thinking-it-mentally//
I obsessively train on rough terrain in wreckless-speeds,
on gravitational levels astronauts perceive to be-irregularly//
the level of intensity from my routines stresses me,
and create black holes in orbit that exorb life and energy//

[Master Rock]

How dare ya'll deny my vibe...
I spit wit ease lubricating upon my slide..
in depth where these sparks collide..
I'm in the drivers seat taking these neutrons for ride..
what's up with these nimwits on here to confide?..
I mind my business, my thoughts realize..

[corleone]

I'm lyrically raw.. raw to the core, with stamina,
rawer then aids infected porn stars fucking on camera/
rawer then pork off the shores being packaged by amateurs,
rawer than tarantulas on a corpse in Los Angeles/
Corleone above all, with a skill-intangible,
strong enough to kick a planet off course and still damage you/
My vocal pitch octane, labeled as flammable,
mixed with a bit of propane, and range of an animal/
I breathe different.. my lung capacity enormous/
to smoke the most exotic weeds, pulled out of a rain forest/
I train the hardest and remain the smartest,
type of smarts' that'll cause you to think who else was on it,
Cause you to think about niggas you seen on a random portrait,-
Chillen with me on some club scene shit in boston/
Or even a video that was previously recorded,
With me and some bitches back home, fucking all retarded/
Maybe even a drawling framed up at my apartment,
A sketch of spiderman and some little green martian/
Or maybe even a sweater left on the couch, looking awkward,
Stretched out by the collar, in blood, from a bar brawling/
Im that raw.. with a government protocol type of intelligence,
coded in secrecy, for demonic messages/
firewall proofed in Islamic penmanship,
designed for alien operative contendership..

[Urban Dialect]

uncooperative, quick to resist the opposite, cause i'm positive you're ignorant, so ignorant you acknowledge it, saying nigga and shit, like niggas wont be offended by it, you know the rules and some rules were bent, between you and your friends, but outside of your crew, you knew it would be viewed as disrespect, yet you chose to use it, you're not a racist, you're just really stupid, but you're more dangerous than a racist cause you're basically clueless, now i'm feeling like you're testing my patience's with your reckless ass language, or maybe you're saying it, to see what you can get away with, or maybe it's you think every black guy in this place is a bitch ass nigga that won't say shit, and by looking at your face pic i would say you're wasted, confused, not having a clue what my complaint is

[Scar]

Penny for my palm - to what do i owe these cents in hand
Jesus is testing me, failure means i'm deemed not yet a man
I won’t lie though it’s crossed my mind, be a rapper, that’s the plan!
But “fame” is lightning in a bottle followed by flashes in the pan
That’s how it usually pans out - hooks and verses, patterns and beats
We out here - In the field gathering coals and slabs of sheaves
The smell of cotton in my gin; poppy seeds in flask of dreams
Slaving to the trade - hey, someday I'll own a masterpiece
I’ve mastered peace. It’s a joke right? Well, just know you’ll laugh at least
I got wolves on my bed spread yet, counting lambs while half asleep
Trying to separate chaff from wheat. Lambs and sheep, wool over eyes
It’s hard to warm up to company - it’s always cooler outside
Let’s count the jewels in the sky. *sigh* Orion’s belt is sooooo Gucci
No lie, shit moved me. Enough to dust off the wry and scribe in this loose leaf
I’m tired though. One last push, armored fatigue loaded with holes
Rocking a camo’, grasping at straws, yall, im going for broke

[corleone]

switching it up to my old style..

Cor love-to-beef.. I grip-gats and love-the-streets// I drug-and-cheat whores to love-my-meat//I fuqz-the- beat, kidnap your raps-for-cheap// -hijack your speech - you real wack, that's how it be// I don't condone wack emcees to hold-the-mic, I flow-precise, you might just-fold-tonight// if nomes could-write, the only time you'd roll-the-dice// - you a small tyma - I'm hot and as-cold-as-ice// I'm known-to-fight, break bones and toy with-lives// - jig saw - but homebody like the-poltergeist// I'm oh so right.. I kick back and-roll-up-weeds// that oh so needs, more keef (keith sweat) like solo-leads// I'm dolo, please.. I don't need to roll-with-sleeves// or-no-team.. Im fine doing-my-own-thing// k.a.r, you know my squad is justifiably-first// I'll retire you-jerks, and hire my shooters to line up your-hearse// I'm nice with the rhymes, but I'm tight-in-a verse.. difference is, I might scribble some shyt just to rhyme for my turf// or I might scribble some shyt just to rhyme for the purse.. a cash prize for a battle justifiably-works// or I might scribble some shyt while Im lightin' up purp.. a bad hiy off the lah is undeniably-cert//

[corleone]

thoughts of a wise warrior, poetically spilled,
genetically build, to war with my enemies still//
.. just, for my reasons to kill,
hand still, on my gun in case these niggas' wanna test foreal//
the golden child.. smoke sess to eliminate my stress and chill,
the oldest owl, wisdom check those incorrect and ill,
I check niggas on a daily.. who aint real, and can't build,
who don't seek the earth, get merked on any plain field//
knowledge is power, as we devour the hour for top dollars,
the block hot.. I stay eating and beast like a rottweiler//
.. you not hot, I drop logic like a top scholar,
and recite scriptures that date back to years before-allah//
I'm well known.. on any jail tone, and fly swatta,
you well known.. like niggas who get their back blown proper//
you not in my league, I'll slaughter your team in army fatigues,
and bombard your raps in every cypher between//
you hyper then insulin, the mic isn't fit for him.. get rid of him,
you need to pipe down, your sugar levels might need some transitioning//
box his head in, leave him shaking like he hooked on riddlin',
the kid sick.. I'm too ill for pills or medicine//
.. I'm a war veteran, trained to kill better men,
Insane, but always remain to be better than,-
any civilian or pedestrian, or even resident,
from any tenement, U.S citizen, to the president//
I should be considered hazardous upon development,
or illegal, like mexicans living in different settlements//
beyond impressive.. a perfectionist, my lyrical skill is testament,
to all emcees and music influenced methodist//

[Adverse]

Maaaaan I really need to
Hit the weights, boy’s in pathetic shape
Denounced by prophetic sages to be on my last prosthetic leg
“Bro your flow was kinda whack but the aesthetics great!”
I know damn well what I do on breaks won’t get me into heaven’s gates
For heaven’s sake
I used to be the man in my city but they must have copped a different philosophy
Now I’m like Cor in my hometown they all dissin and mocking me
But that’s great underestimate me so when I end up a cut above
We’ll meet in the middle at your midsection, spillin blood n guts

[corleone]

homo thug.. you gets no love on the forum or chat, (.. no love)
tho' you an admin, or moderator.. this is known to be fact//
you've been exposed.. you can no longer hide or run,
your days of portraying evil in your rhymes are done// (.. finito)
first, let me explain.. our culture was just fine without you,
so know that, we wouldn't miss a thing about you// (.. nothin')
if this were a game of chess, my kings would cross you,
take your queen off the board, and steal your horse, too//
now we're on the same page, all eyes on me,
cause for a second, I thought you believed the lies you speak//
or let me guess, you really believed the lies you spoke?,
and took it to great extents in the rhymes you wrote?//
this goes out to diode.. adverse, hush, blu, and sharp,
and all alike minded people, who aren't true at heart//
hiphop isn't for you, it never was or will be,
as I'm sure, my real hip-hop heads do feel me//
homo thug.. just know that, we never embraced you,
and hiphop never loved you, just know that it hates you..

[Mr. J]

I hear they like to beg for opportunity
Blur the line between what was once you & me
Base their lifestyle on failures & truancy
True indeed.
Never had the time to negotiate
Beg for a change in the goal of fate
Rode that flow and gained so much more
Undetermined stowaway
Can you see the land that's up shore?
The weak fall through the defunct floor
Still trying their best not knowing what for
Immortalized only to succumb to flesh
Watch your footing and scrub the deck
Ain't much left to do now....once I rest
Once I flex find authority figures rushed off
Yes.
It's the inevitable.
Newly found hope unsusceptible
Raise the flags so I can breeze through.
Extend ya rants about how we equal
Nah the difference between the captain
And you getting capped in.
Is easily disputable

[corleone]

quick keystyle..

hush can get clapped quick for running his mouth,
and drug from out of his mattress, when I run in his house//
he claim he from Brooklyn, but he never been in New York,
nobody has ever heard of this fraud, I'll turn him into a corpse//
he's netcees best kept secret, no wonder they call him hush,
you a fag.. I heard diode use to rub you on your ass and you'd blush// (.. lol, homo)
what? he promised you a moderator position?,
or let me guess.. he promised to fix your battles, so that you'd win and have a respectable-record?//
you could never be me.. son check it, I'm New York City's golden child,
you opposing who? I'll script a verse and diminish your entire style//
lucky you.. I overheard your baby momma suck a mean dick,
I picked her and your son up where he go to school at then bought him sneakers//
I took them both on a vacation.. the following weekend,
and listened to them converse of all the places you be in//
I said to myself.. "damn, I'm a genius.. ", my hand over my rachet,
as I'm waiting for you to leave the night club, so I can blast it//
.. this nigga hush shoulda stood in his lane,
he should of kept his mouth shut and stood true to his name// (.. stay quiet nigga)
leave him stuck.. put the tool to his brain,
then fire shots to his head and turn his dome to beef lo-mein//
.. you from the streets? I highly doubt that, get your mouth smacked,
get robbed in the middle of no where, and jaw'd till' your mouth-cracks//
now you can call yourself hush for a legitimate reason,
and watch your mouth whenever your boy Cor is speaking..

[Mr. J]

Ever since they fell they sing for hell
Clipped their wings, singed their tail
Flip your coins and wish em well
Build a river, fix the bridge.
Ditch themselves
Sink their relationships, bitched as well
Cried over spilt ginger ale
Wrote a different tale to save face
Who cares how they act it's the same pace
Pull them out of it the same day
Til they poured the dark and played lame
Now they fucked without consent like date rape
Each page laid out written in dark marks
Tell them pigs to come out at night like an aardvark
Claim they better, aim is better
Not knowing the one who plays with letters
Took the game and flipped it for the sake of cheddar
Now like their hairstyle they can both fade together.

[brokenhal0]

How can an overseas timetable stem a line
3rd eye to navel when every rhymes fatal
every scheme tames a lion spinning the tiger dreidel
An intact worship suspects the murderer
outside a treated inhabitant gets beaten by a masked burglar
talking alot but i barley heard of ya
secret agents get preserved for lunch
in the surfer wave in the sea foam with the bull hook
spin a plate tell me how the cells look under scope
show you how hell looks looking for a friend
open a phonebook or fish for the hot cakes
snared by your dares lobotomized fox brains