THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Void]

My habits reek of havoc. Half haphazard. Haggling with the ad-ult half of half of me. He's sad you hurt our feelings. I'm mad. Prefer concealing. He's a faggot. Burdened. Earnest. A dad with certain ceilings.

[CymbiCort]

When I see a honey with a cute face, I make her my nude babe
then 2 way wit her roomate ,you gays get framed for accused rape
You lames can catch me fuckin yo babe with the stooge grace
booze dazed on dooms day while i clean my toothpace on her loose waist
And dump her quick if the gooch stank,
Ma knows i'm the true rank, the way i refuse jakes, all up in a jews space
so if i'm not allowed to bring the beef, i'll introduce steak
Rockin with that kinda flow papoose makes
Except not as forced, they applaud me for my reimproved traits
Bringin more pain than toothaches, and after the truth sank
Leavin you shanked, sleepin on breathin tube tanks.
KArate kicks like liu kang, you banged, with this diffused phrase
Ain't no soldier, you couldnt even CGI as a new game

[CopyPat]

lol
^what a guy! eye lash enthusiast up inside some high classy student bitch. bump n grind, dry smashin. boobies..tits, viagra blueish pills. the thigh master too legit, so other guys that rhyme after usually shit.....

[dull boy]

When I'm pissed off, and acting all withdrawn...
don't you ever smile and tell me, "Well, it's better than being pissed on."
Acting all extra sunny/cheery,
or I promise you, we're gonna test the fucking theory
My conscience ain't in conflect, I'm a hateful and wretched fuck.
My devil's dropping acid and my angel's collecting dust.

[Zombie]

I'm a fire breathing dragon, but you gotta read the caption
I'm fire, literally breathing dragons.
Weed and acid? Please, I'm freakin' spastic.
I scream obscenely, laughing at people streaming pass me.
I'm mean, I beat my caddy. Batty. I'm out the ballpark.
I tied him to the bumper and dragged him behind the golf cart.
You're Hallmark. Cliche and stupid. Brainless doofus
caged by blueprints of ancient humans.
I'm a phaseless/moving clay, I'm lucid.
Insane. Assuming you're ways are prudent, or "sane"?... I'm puking.

[Void]

Who's straight babbling, stray adjectives?
Oh. Me.
Spray antonym spit- with. A slanderous misfit
Aids/cancer. In Styx. A grey hazardous mix
I hymn prayers, this bastard is at it
born on a interstate, where accidents happen. Waah!
In a black suit, tuxedo. Throwing craps in casinos
Toking hash, blowing' reefer. Where the grass isn't greener?

[BWHAHA]

I'm the muted sort. Crazy Gray Ghost. A human torch. Faded paint's old...
but on the surface I'm a smirking unicorn draped in rainbows.
It's lovely... if I play a role who's to say it won't become me.
Becoming what I meant to, but never really wanted.
Fate just tends to hit you when you don't know it's coming.

[Mr. J]

Send them the best of luck let there souls fester up
I'm looking at em' like...jealous fuck...get it together bud
someday you'll level up to where I am near the skies rim
abidin' by my rules while y'all politicin' over bullshit...bite in
to the poisonous fruit..it doesn't matter what your boys gon' do
y'all boys out the womb so they can't get deep so get a toy to chew
me and my..joyous tune wander the earth waitin' for World War Z
but I'm stillin' blastin' heads for practice, defending this world for free

[CopyPat]

im spelling this mercifully. sentences blurred when i speak bend this shit cursive-aly. beckham kid.. curvin the speech. check me in the avenues, texting really has a new presence in the afternoon. especially when i've had a few.. i'm resting cause my attitude is that i need a little sleep. but even in my dreams i just keep this sick regime. im equally to blame for the randomness that occurs, but im equally to blame for the rap thats sick in this verse. Patrick isnt a jerk, infact that adjective is absurd when describing me brother. rather it is a word for describing the others. im rhyming these suckers like it was butter on razors bitch. try with me, utterly fucked in the a's you'll get. haha

[Certain]

Just wait righ' quick, my brain's buffering crazy shit,
while you're stuffing your anuses with duffle-bag avarice.
This untouchable flame of spit comes from my pain that's flipped
to something more flagrant than Chuck in the lane against a dunk or a layup.
Shit, I'm done with this broken rhyme.
Stuck in a hopeless time, I'm struggling holding dimes.
So buckle up, open wide, get fucked. Yup, we're both in line.
Subtlety's old and dying but if we grope and try
to double the rope to climb maybe we'll stumble out, both alive.

[Mr. J]

I supply the broken device that transports time to history
intertwined with misery with two lesbians tryna scissor me
align signs brought forth through the eyes of Isis
find the hidden temple and witness the cries delighted
if I try to define it my mind might implode like jelly o
did I forget to mention the wet thats like jelly roll
when you get deep in the o...no...

[Wise Wiggles]

This is where anything open mic related is to be posted
You kidding me? no shit- My broken sight deflated, physically roasted
Wizard sleeve's flowing, her kitten breathes poison
You timidly chose it w/o giving a notice
Fucking cold bitches'll leave you literally frozen
The fuck you in here for? Ain't the kitchen sink open?

[Mr. J]

Move like Kung Fu legends, I bust through steppin'
undo settings, the doppelganger...humble lessons
Humboldt pie, best grown ingredient for greedy men
mind got me lenient, take two and take it easy friend...
on to the next pot-ato...cut like Ginsu for raw flow
straight from Hanzo...the wise one speak like tortoise
allow me to retort....does he look like a bitch?

[Albert Rhymestein]

Haven't really hit the rhyming in some time or minute, sighing when I hear signs of a mastermind them lyrics
Shine? c'mon bitches you ain't no mastermind you master mine or a master mime doing mirror impressions
Precious you don't want none of this, I'll have you burning in the ring to think about you look like golums lost twin
Life's is a movie how bout we follow the script,

[Albert Rhymestein]

Too complex for the average hip hop head, rather have graduates break down this science/
Great rhymes absord light, that paparazzi eyeing is mine PHOTOsynthesis, fine i'm lying/
I'm not living that life, but Albert Rhymestein visualizes alot seeing threw speed of light/

lalala

[Mr. J]

Mind move like clockwork, manipulative doctor
flattery will get you nowhere...but it's been an honor
smile meet symmetry, wide sized, built up Olympian
mass appeal giving in...hitting the ground in Italy
same plate I made my breakfast with
with the same fat you take injections with
au natural, got me sittin' at the OK Corral
tongue hangin', heat exhausted with a fully loaded barrell

[Decibel]

just fold...trust me! your old and rusty, 90's rhymes is the safest bet
pass the J, shoot the J, smoke the J... FUCK IT, YOUR JUST A PLAYED CONCEPT!!

[Void]

There's a paragraph in every moment. Letters dripping from life.
Interpreted perspective. I word it to perfection so it fits in your eye.
Focus the view on your version of truth. They call it clarity, but it's not.
I believe what I know to be what is known. There's no disparity in my thoughts.
I've captured absolutely. Reality's tamed in my accounting of claims.
The galaxy's caged in my grasp. It's soothing to be so proud and so vain.
It's easy to listen when I speak with conviction. You assume it was earned.
Those in doubt come to soak in sounds I've groomed to allure.
He's got personality! Charisma galore! A persona he's chiseled from a sense to absorb.

[CopyPat]

time to rip rappers a new one, I'm a slick bastard and u dumb. bitch faggots i nuke some. i spit acid, im gruesome! The spit-tacular, tooth gums, my shits flappin im too pumped. tic tacs when i chew chumps cause i eat rappers... lets do lunch. i relapsed.. my medulla just keeps crashin.. im screwed up. street action? yeah huge thugs....just keep actin like u tough. i can tell by the way that u spell that ur gay. its a hell of a way to tell us ur pain. you jealous ok, don't yell in dismay. i get it jose, forget it, but..eh! Maybe it was Maybelline that made you bitches make believe. or maybe it was plain to see that way too many fake'n G. I'm straight Canadian you see, my favorite dish is baked poutine. outrageous with that bacon grease, stay legit. Maple Leaf.
@Nigma @nO gOoD!

[Nigma]

@CopyPat im installing aim bro whats your addy again?

I'm boom bap with the rap flow, ya'll blue sacked but you CAN blow, greens too packed with some blue hash and a cute dash of tobacco, I produce cash got a new stack like a jews hat on an afro