THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[CopyPat]

look im sorry for calling u homo's
so heres my sortof apalogy, yo bro
but it woulda sorta be hard to quote though
cause u recorded the sodomy with go-pro

[CopyPat]

look at certain how he's proper with his grammar
i took insurance out to copulate his grandma
that's how we populated canada, and all we ate was canibus
golly may its scandalous, bombs away im blastin hits

[Certain]

Fig is like a son of mine. Pat is fond of puns and rhymes.
Wise doesn't like me, but I no longer wonder why.

[Fig]

That's a low blow, like gay fag midgets who known to rape ass
On eachothers shoulders in an overcoat. I hate that.
I'm eight stacks. That 5.more than dre could attain. FACT.
I dated an arab to be 40,000 above. In great ass

[Fig]

Pat ty for naming yourself after my dog
Now the true test comes with peanut butter and tongs

[Fig]

PEANUT BUTTER AND TONGS.
see the fluttering flaw when we near an utterance drawn, you peer, a lover is drawn.

[CopyPat]

figs a majestic specimen, enlightening essence
a sick with the texting mexican who's slightly aggressive
a midst his eccentric methods he is quite the contender
cause that six and eleven record is just mighty impressive

[CopyPat]

whole thread ethered.
@Certain
shut it down

[Wise Wiggles]

only shaved once since November and I'm always broke
I'm a raw mother fucker homie and that ain't a joke

[Wise Wiggles]

I got a beard again. Look at Wise! He typing weird again
when ever I'm near my friends there's always cum I mean coke on the mirror again

[CopyPat]

pilll negro was ill sheet bro
you got that ill street blues
im on that blue streak illness. that poutine grillness. straight greasin on a ho, thats my routine fellas

[CopyPat]

punctuate? i purposely don't do it well
whats-his-face @Certain can go screw himself!!

[Split]

it's not seldom. ive set up office in lots of 7/11s,
cut songs off the hook, hooked off your telephonetics.
yeah you stammer, yeah you stanza over samples,
play your odds, pray to Gods, statistics be believed-
so far your off-brand of answer key's complete.
it's gotten me to see, believability is a curse...
I could chart the Pleiedes off your Riemann curves.
it's not that we've stopped seeing each other,
we've never rediscovered meeting since our first.
points of conversation. pointless constellations,
shapes in some subconscious, poised to offer consolations
for not corroborating, composites drawn up
in the process observations birthed.

[e11even]

bare backing in barcelona barefoot became the bare minimum
till barry, backing the bidder, bet on the barbitruate bistro's bitter end.
barely a bitter boy, barry bolstered his braggadoccio to bend the bitching bidder. then
the bitcher bit back, bitch-slapping the bender with a bailey's bottle beside a binger's tin.

barry, befuddled and beat, b-lined for the brittle kimber... BANG. "Bacon slivers, Ben!"

[Fig]

Plenty people placing his penis as prime prerogative
Probably product of pounding.pussy in a prada skin

[DexLabb]

aching soul, electric heart, faceless pose
i been trapped in this cement, shit it made me cold
colder than 50 below, with bare nutsack exposed
colder than my brew, when the mountain's blue

you know? no? fuck it. we aint got time to teach
when the hip hop preacher got rent to make
guess we dont got time to preach - annnnd
i dont give a fuck about any-a-thinggg. spark it up

any-a-thing. i see behind my eyes i can reach
like when drake got his first grammy like, why me?
now im behind my keyboard like, me? not likely...
its all about psyche. please god... rewrite me,

now were in this place of rain and fire and lust
and the rush is enough. oooh its just enough...
i pour my past into this styrafoam cup, toast it up
the city slows down man i been outta touch..

[Exis]

With every thread on they frame
the homeless shelter themselves where their restin' place lays,
where they've nestled for days
drenched souls under God's sprinkler with no umbrella to raise
a distorted view that is cloudy without your head in the way
is to block out the rain from the heavens
'fore you have quenched what is drained.

[dead man]

mister miyagi, minister swami
give the ministers mommy a bit of salami
twitching her body like epileptics in heat
got drugs? send them to me

[Fig]

I'm gifted, yall twisted as shifting rubix cubits,
that means you peel off when heat of the game gets too sick to fix.
I harm a goomba for miles. An expert shroomish student.
My karma sutra has styles of execution to it.
You used to do it like I do, till the dual wield katanas
Sent you in a sheet to your moma and neuronal nirvana.
Just try to trump and catch mild humps to your child's butt.
He's wild! Nuts! Couldn't vile up all his vile shtuff.
With writing emo but slightly cerebral
That's cuz I'm real though, while they use fronts like when biting taquitos.
I pinch my foreskin closed before blowing a load,
then unleash a sultry show that's distorting ya nodes.
Knowing me, the cold case is closed as hoe legs yo!
The cocaine flow raise ya hair like some Rogaine foam.
I'm over and out, but not without a courtesy bow,
to make my ass cheeks speak. Bet you've heard of me now.

[Witty]

@dead man

I got plenty of weed, blended with speed
But I can't send it for free
PAY ME MONIES...or 80 bunnies
Maybe making funnies will make the day seem sunny
I'm a vacant dummy on a crash test
I pass meth to ladies who flash breasts
Stabbin' babies with bad breath
The craziest fad, no, yes, maybe... blah, death.