THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[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.

[Witty]

Skinny jeans are for little peens
and people who diddle teens
and sheeple with fickle dreams
Being punched in the face on sight,
is something that Raekwon likes,
as well as fucking with 8 tonne dykes
who be sucking his taint all night.

[e11even]

Seminole subliminal rituals turned to critical
Non-fiction wholesale pale face male demolition roles.
Arrows and hatchets were no match for gun barrels and blacksmiths,
Clymidia, taxes and annexations in practice.
What a formidable faction this fraction of ex brit ignorant Saxons,
Way back then, a black skinned citizen wasn't even 3/5 of an ass.
Nowadays we snicker in class at loinclothed men n imagine
Thanksgiving, when really the fact is that it never existed. THE BASTARDS!
The past tense is really what's after. Doomed from the beginning
By the four Fathers' self-entitlements, glittery vats of SHIT.
I'm proud to be American but.... Fuck it. SALUTE TO MY AFRICANS!!!

[DexLabb]

Verse 1
..i been outta touch, yeah i been outta touch
like fallin out of love with hip hop, aint enough,
i sacrifice my life, shit i'd give another lung
just for a second lung, and when the seconds tick bitch im more than clutch,
im drive shaft, im cylinder. take a look at the game & im killin her
my engine runs on dumb sluts, good weed n' pilsner
we dont got that much time, life is here and gone its crazy
i just hope these numbers can lie to you babyyyy

& it go,

i was blind now i got a vision, still i can't see it
shit, my lyrics could be on rapgenius,
and my life is fucked up but im still here schemin'
hater suck a fat penis, check me out

Chorus
~cause i ain't got no hope, nah i ain't got no hope

[DexLabb]

wrote it to kirko bangz drank in my cup instrumental, homie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnKxHW-OCp0


(starts before first beat)

ooh im comin for your bitch, everything you got
i want it twice as bad, you better believe that shit
ooh you better believe that bitch, i want your girl
i want your car everything you are, it aint that far
cause im lit. im lit. im lit like a motherfucker, how long has it been?
every lonely night @ 12 A-M, her lipstick on the rim,
c'mon and sit on my obelisk, it aint holy, it aint catholic
it ain't, i'll fuck me a sad bitch, im out of reasons to live,
fucks to give and love to twist into jugs of piss
that rain down whenever that dumb ass text, like,
"i hate you. i cant stand you. god DAMN you,"
these girls cheat. these girls steal. they do what they can do.
and im all bout me. but, there was a time when i wasn't
used to be bout fate now im on that just because shit,

& what's it,

[DexLabb]

shake those memories away, and they dissolve
like predictions in magic 8 ball
whats your status? may all, of your promises
be broken, and your lonely nights be spoken
and your sadness be potent, drink it all, girl, drink it allll

[dead man]

remember me as a time of day.
memory is to mind decay as
ecstasy is to smiling pain,
jimmy deans in the microwave
signal me for the right-of-way
better be in the driver's lane
never sleeping, i'm wide awake
enemies often hibernate
77 hideaways,
leveling in the final stage
record needle let vinyl play,
hella decent like '98
wretched evil and violent, hey -
Ebenezer who flies away
presently to a time delay.
never needed a dime to pay

[Split]

Zen is the art of blacking your senses.
pausing your functions. the abbey is empty,
tapping on temples as long as your touches
prevent the eyelashes drawn on your thumbtips
from blinking enough that your thoughts are percussive.

[CopyPat]

I DON'T RAP TO FUCKIN SAY ANYTHING BITCH
I FLOW CRAP AND BUST THE STRAIGHT MEDICINE SHIT
LEGALLY DOPE.
AND ALL YOUR RHYMES UNEVENLY WROTE
I GOT A T-SHIRT THAT SAYS DO YOU EVEN BRO?
AND IT REFERS TO RHYMING. DO YOU EVEN THOUGH?
I'M VOODOO EVIL DOPE, DAWG. YOU POODLE/BEAGLE SO SOFT
I GOOGLE PEOPLE CLOTHES OFF, CAUSE NUDITY IS SO HOT
THE BOOBS WILL PEEK THROUGH MOST BRAS, USUALLY, ON THOSE BROADS
I'M LOSING IT, I'M SO LOST. HALLUCINATING, TOAST. GONE.
I'M SITTING IN A BATHTUB JUST RUMINATING, POST-MORTEM
I DIED A LITTLE INSIDE CAUSE HUMANS MAKE ME CROAK PROBLY
OR MAYBE IT'S THIS COKE PROBLEM? IT SURE HELPS ME GET AWAY
I'M PURE HEALTHY, GET IT STRAIGHT. I PREFER PEPSI ANYWAYS.
I'M BURP TESTING FIZZY DRANK, DOWN EITHER BLOOD-WAY
SERVED, INGESTING MINI EGGS ON EASTER SUNDAY
WITH THE CREEPER BUNNY, WHO'S 3 FOOT SOMETHING
I LEASHED EM UP TO KEEP FROM JUMPING GUYS
CAUSE HE JUST HUMPS AND RIDES, JESUS FUCKIN CHRIST!!

[Dove Dozer]

Originally Posted by CopyPat

I DON'T RAP TO FUCKIN SAY ANYTHING BITCH
I FLOW CRAP AND BUST THE STRAIGHT MEDICINE SHIT
LEGALLY DOPE.
AND ALL YOUR RHYMES UNEVENLY WROTE
I GOT A T-SHIRT THAT SAYS DO YOU EVEN BRO?
AND IT REFERS TO RHYMING. DO YOU EVEN THOUGH?
I'M VOODOO EVIL DOPE, DAWG. YOU POODLE/BEAGLE SO SOFT
I GOOGLE PEOPLE CLOTHES OFF, CAUSE NUDITY IS SO HOT
THE BOOBS WILL PEEK THROUGH MOST BRAS, USUALLY, ON THOSE BROADS
I'M LOSING IT, I'M SO LOST. HALLUCINATING, TOAST. GONE.
I'M SITTING IN A BATHTUB JUST RUMINATING, POST-MORTEM
I DIED A LITTLE INSIDE CAUSE HUMANS MAKE ME CROAK PROBLY
OR MAYBE IT'S THIS COKE PROBLEM? IT SURE HELPS ME GET AWAY
I'M PURE HEALTHY, GET IT STRAIGHT. I PREFER PEPSI ANYWAYS.
I'M BURP TESTING FIZZY DRANK, DOWN EITHER BLOOD-WAY
SERVED, INGESTING MINI EGGS ON EASTER SUNDAY
WITH THE CREEPER BUNNY, WHO'S 3 FOOT SOMETHING
I LEASHED EM UP TO KEEP FROM JUMPING GUYS
CAUSE HE JUST HUMPS AND RIDES, JESUS FUCKIN CHRIST!!

The flu right there. Dopeness

[Just Write]

Lost in my demons of self
No release, Someone save me.
Life's just fucking crazy.
Amazing, the taste of hell.
Ive paid my debt,
Still charged interest.
Father figure laid to rest
Is that part of the gimmick?
It's getting harder to visit,
Family's just a distraction.
Now I lost my passion,
wish to rot then burn to ashes.
How was my day?
It was fuckin fantastic.
But my facial display
Screams nothing but average.

[Just Write]

Who wanna catch a hachet in the back of the neck?
The assasin of text. Back, wreakin havoc on these passionless vets
Im advancing my depth, hoping to unleash these demons.
this beast's in need of treatment so I just feast on weaklings

[Split]

Talking is cluttered.
Souvenir's of speak, to pick and pull at.
You kiss the bowl pack. Attic or ship belly.
Classical Split dwellings. I'm Spaceman Spliff.
These crates stand thick like meteor clouds,
or guests at your wedding tucked into media bounds

[e11even]

...Media's bounds? pfft. Those ppl are hounds.
Steeples stagger, no regal factions can beleaguer these counts.
TMZ, BBC... OMG! All alike, vampires according to famous peoples' accounts.
But in a blue moon, you see, this tool's useful on a few grounds...
I'm outside the Clipper stadium... undisclosed location and...
I'm neatly dressed and dangerous. finger stretched and aiming in...

"Mr. Sterling... come out, come out... your name was picked..."

[CopyPat]

Machette swingin, at any man that said he blingin, I be petty, when I walk you can hear my pennies clingin. Steady brining constant bangers, honest judgments get lost in anger, hang ya like the Boston Strangler, mangle your boss on camera. Lick shots, toss the hammer that cost ya fam, ya lost ya grandma to cross this man, I’ll toss an amateur. Challenge Cop ya better have the cross in ya hand with ya. I leave you de-moted. My style you can’t de-code it, your rhymes sound like a geek wrote it….OK, I’m reloaded. Pull out my dick and make you bitches deep throat it. Bust on chickens, make sure that their beak’s coated. Smack your face till your mothafuckin cheeks bloated. My heat scolded your sensitive skin, leave the body parts of your best friends in a bin. The bad thing I done that shit for less than a fin, went to your funeral and I was tempted to grin. Left a dent on your chin, fuck repentin my sins, like a rigged election, I was destined to win. Rock shows, drop flows and leave you bastards burnin, fuck your face up so bad you thought Picasso was your plastic surgeon. You cats is squirmin beneath my feet and beggin, make the hardest rapper start preachin heaven like a freakin reverend. Got skills when I’m spittin lines, chasin loot like someone’s pullin 100 dollar bills by fishing line. And I might swarm ya set, fuck a battle, grab a wack mc and hang em by the mic cord and jet. The knife or the tech, I make my victims choose, I’m an alcoholic, even McNuggets get dipped in booze. Sick with screws missin, bring pain if ya crews dissin, targeting a coward while I’m aimin at you, pissin.

[Split]

sometimes i write, normal, to show the rest is on purpose,
the emphatic performer, taking questions in person.
i step out of characters... reattach different organs,
cause I fashion my narrative presence from a listing of sources.
my stories are prepared from copy edits, cut experience, too.
altogether, a serious few. a break-up. various feuds.
sex and sum fuk. the sedatives that buried too soon.
revelations revised and recalled until they're as empty as you.
a martyr who's "soon" to be "eventually"... "talk about late, kid",
Jesus was you, with a placard, and a congregation
every weekend, these apartments our graveyard.
commuting's as far as the community, isnt it?
it's hard to be you when you used to be different.

[Illume]

You arrive at this place in the unkindest of ways,
Still findin your face while Im high and deranged
Demonic ways run way deeper than brains,
So Im livin myself, but you, youre still dyin in ways.
Eternitys gaze sees me falling from grace,
Call it disgrace. But I don't really rate what it says.
Im great.. See I see the dismay and hollow remains,
Of some bothered, deflated lyricists still tryina relate.
Lemme find you some space, open as wounds that I make,
Write you a page stained with the ooze from your brains.
Effects that you fake, deprived of a part, so now you just fast,
See a skeptic's a lover whose heart's been killed in the past.
So the art is your path, where your soul can hurt freely,
Youre so needy! ..... but I don't need the fuckin herd. Really.
This fate's with me. Now run quickly. Youre finished.
I figured you ... youre just another created cynic