THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Pharaohs Army]

after All it's astounding.
the challenges surmounted
don't sell yourself short"round Up" with numbers from accountants
pinpoint adjectives and locate where the noun is
ask yourself why drugs are sold by the ounces
i'm looking for specifics
as to how heavy the crown is. i don'wanna be a product of my environment
i want my environment to be a product of Me-so i work tireless
tired of the situations that i Find myself Mired in.
i do things for myself
and secondarily comes the Fact that people might admire me
clean the edges trim the hedges
ironing. but keep the wrinkles
throwing curveballs i'll have-a-little-desert-with-my-sprinkles!
..a journalist. so Done with People..
life doesn't Owe you
actually
you owe Life, and what u Owe?-
is yer moral fortitude.
i don't care the Price|u can afford it Too
and Then i look at You,, and Say"what more can i Do my war drobe is wrinkled"
i've Studied wars.
i've like to think i Gleaned More Lessons than Those Who've Studied More
i've seen your strategies i've noted your penchants
i know your next Move,in the muddiest trenches..
i'll Show them i didn't "Peak in High school"!
and i already knew about the Mustard Gas that's why i Cut That Class
sickening masochistic rap cutting myself with shards of glass otherwise known as references ta my Past..
i'm friends with some shooting Stars they never seem to Last
almost too good to be True like tele vision ads

[Mr. J]

You could see me bringing the bars like where the prison at?
I heard you kicking them raps, find me where you are kicking it at.
your brain on drugs is a curve thrown as I'm swinging the bat
who am I kidding? that's foul play..take down the kingdom & umpire
come get clowned, ride on one tire til' your legs become tired
watch the bearded lady run by ya, the lizard man & hung wires..
word on the streets is you want to talk all of that nonsense
call it progress..but fuck up everything we've built in the process
hatred flooded the comments, that's not what you would have wanted
hang your head and let your jacket dry..bring that withered spirit back to life

[Bodey]

These pieces help to rot my doubts
Stoked beyond cotton mouth
Vibin out to Modest Mouse
I try for the honest route but get caught in a haunted house

[Wise Wiggles]

Haunted house. You vomit clouds? They ghosts
they wander miles. & disappear, halo gearing, liquid feaR.
ReeFer savage, killing people with kindness hatchets
you lock your doors and shut your blinds to this kind of racket
white, cold & passive. This ice glows, lights float-it's magic
lol, really? You ain't pyscho, you faggots
Seasons pass. Evening blast.
Fuck it, grow face. Grow horns-w/the bills goats
eating grass. Sneezing ash. Breathing.
dabs. Git this nifty little nicotine freedom patch
lsd feed me labs. side job: fucking wives for easy cash
my girl ^ sees that she beats my ass
most yall got your third eye patched
your world's like trash. I mean, these pearls might hatch
lost in lotteries, coughing eulogys, mentally
as if all these funerals meant for me.
spit that fresh shit to boost sterile melody
noose. narrow. gentle. swing...
get it, time? Now o'clock
eat your snow cone off that icing on the mountain top
crying rivers in between the trees & cows & crops
of course depth scary (lol), over a thousand-hot
Shucks, thunder run kinda sly
Lol all tough until that abrupt suckerpunch blindest..

Pysche. Forget to live inside a second.
this weapon, this moment
hindsight, I spy signs before legible notice
making sure my family crest never corroding
you better explode when your given a talent
just take it easy, relax, remember the balance

[Mr. J]

Me . I'm ready to base this on status its tragic
a book of matches on a gasoline soaked mattress. .
Going through trances of ritualistic dances..
tryna summon answers, coming up plastered
Lifes a bitch with bad manners & high standards
A cancer that eats away everything that matters.
madder than a hatter suffering from compounds
smoked the wrong ounce & tore the lawn out
who let the dogs out? These bitches don't want it
baseketball had squeak and its own mouse being modest

[Wise Wiggles]

Rerouting the knowledge. Stuck on impossible.
I'm on drugs, this is The Hostel, looking for new lungs in the hospital
Cutting your father's skull, I give a fuck if it's tropical
bitch I've brain farted hundreds of topicals while you were copying geometry
want me to smile with zombie teeth? Cheese, honestly, yall are like pawns to me
grouped, chained, sausage linked.
Bets off, diseased, freakazoid that's best off it's leash
stay killing the mood til they dead, gone, deceased
okay, get in the car, go somewhere. Meds on- release
only natural to naturetize
but uhh, I'll say..i've seen the bastard behind nature's eyes
i wanna be Andromeda, racing-high
A comet that's blazing by. wanna wander in ancient times
always have one on you and ponder a day to die

[Fig]

Lost in an astonished state.
Engaged to consummate, with rape,
then sit and postulate.
And wait.
This hombre fades.
As of late, my plate feels concave
yet filled to the brim. I'm still just a kid
who cause fate at thoughts haste.

[Wise Wiggles]

Are you god's slave? Were your thoughts made?
I wanna drop bass, like crackheads trying to quit
Wanna have a rock grave. Whole life is caut' tape
Yahwee , gods great, call me fog face.
lol, on the video I upload of your mom' S rape
ah shit, Shirley temple, curling pencils,
smoking shit that murders the mentalz
call it dope mosiac, in the wind, I'm burning the stencil

[UnbornBuddha]

Your the type to let child molestors touch you
Only predators quench your sexual hunger
Your a developmental blunder, with barely operable mental functions
Cerebral palsy children have the better cerebellum construction
Your a pollution to the gene pool, an ineffective genetic corruption
A store bought defective product, a recessive monkey
An Infected junkie, texting love things to your heterosexual buddies.
Your entire hereditary knowledge is an inconsequential topic,
Every assertion you've made is based on rudimentary logic
For your heretical nonsense I pray your appendix ruptures
The bacteria involved will paralyze your skeletal muscle
Leaving you limp, but still outtun by hemiplegic runners
Your conquests are akin to a spearless hunter, an earless Stevie wonder
I'm a living breathing monster anxious to make your spirit suffer
Leaving your entire chakra system in an energetic rubble

[Bodey]

energetic rubble resting on my copacetic troubles
stuck in such pathetic bubbles, i've accepted liquid doubles
it's a good thing, this burn slimin my esophagus
i'm fine, it's fuckin obvious, i'm designed for these waters like a hippopotamus
i can be pompous i know, once this self-consciousness roasts
like an ostridge that chokes up on his vomit and croaks

[Pharaohs Army]

And I remember on Breaking Bad when Jesse's girlfriend choked on 'er own vomit. To me it was a big TV moment. Because it left me, feeling hopeless. And usually I'm not affected emotionally by what happens on the big screen. And I wonder if Cobain was alive today would 'e just be another hopeless dope fiend?

I think "aspiration" is the medical term. And I think when I rap it's like I'm choking on my own vomit. I need to get better with words. And during the Spanish Inquisition I was accused of blasphemy.. I didn't listen to the church. They offered me torture. I said I'd rather get burned.

At the stake.. What's at stake? At summer time, I grill steaks. They taste great.

Was it something I said? Maybe I shouldn't write raps. 'm always losing friends. All I was doing was fighting back. N now I feel bad.. It makes me real sad. I wanted to capitalize some rhymes here but pharaohs told me not to. He's a real brat. I told him to leave. He hasn't even packed. But as soon as he leaves, I know I'll need him back. But it would probly be quite awk ward to ask. He told me to put a spaces in there, and those are the real facts.

[Zen]

I hate mornings, but I like coffee. The cigarette's good, too, because, well, I like coughing.

Night's all the way on the other side of the planet, sometimes/always. That's fucking weird. Kinda like hallways. They're rooms, but they're not?

What?

Idk, but it makes sense if you don't think about it. Just take a couple hits, make a drink and down it.

THEN KILL YOURSELF

lol

Not really because life is precious and stuff. It's kinda hard to get a blowjob if you're dead, you fuck.

[Bodey]

look at whatchya started, fucks
you reek of puked-on garbage trucks
and saturated carcass-nuts
menstrual cramps from starvin sluts
goddamn glove compartment's stuck
thank you drugs, retarded sucks

[Mr. J]

I'm the one that they should market tough
the view of Medusa would make you harden up.
such beauty & such a curse, no wonder they target us..
turn the body stone, but make the heart of dust
bring out the arrows, are your swords sharp enough?
pardon us, this is the interlude before war
the pyramid, the all seeing eye of Mordor
the atypical rushing in a family SUV 4 door
I'm in the corridor taking shots like Angelina
leaving you handled and shook like tambourine bruh
the wizardy will give you a feeling of Gilbert Arenas
steady dreamers..I been pushin' into you pin cushions
you don't get it until you realize the position you put in..

[Pharaohs Army]

Originally Posted by Badi Alii

energetic rubble resting on my copacetic troubles
stuck in such pathetic bubbles, i've accepted liquid doubles
it's a good thing, this burn slimin my esophagus
i'm fine, it's fuckin obvious, i'm designed for these waters like a hippopotamus
i can be pompous i know, once this self-consciousness roasts
like an ostridge that chokes up on his vomit and croaks

I know talking like this is more suited for feedback "where we normally do it". But I just wanna say that, to me, this is really good, from a rhyme/rhythm perspective.
If all your stuff was like this I doubt people would call it mediocre, etc.. And if they did- they'd be wrong.

[Pharaohs Army]

Originally Posted by Mr. J

..you don't get it until you realize the position you put in..

and now it was time,to enter a con test i Could win
told every-one from the Burbs& told my hood friends
saw me kill a verse,told me,i was goin Good again..
metaphorical decompression. it left me with the bends,but i was no longer stressin,
i could afford a benz,
not from what i wrote,with a pen.. but from asset "allo Catien".. [allocation]
in a globally di versified port folio\ slow your roll
experi-menting,with modes of control
..colder thn winter snow. i'm a salesman@your door,but u don'wanna Buy, my Shit any more

[Wise Wiggles]

Sci fi cerebral discourse
leave a tye dye mischievous corpse
bye bye, wise leaving at warp
another evening absorbed, bleeding this rose
eating the dose, feeling reformed
I used smash bugs with rocks I'd find
might of had toxic vibes
only thought, on the cross? survive
ain't seeing monster signs like I lost my eyes
landscape adapt, pancake collapse- drop the sky,
kick it like nothing happened and rot alive

[Mr. J]

...then we can reach the point like a pocket knife
a side of pepper spray, a nights worth Pop Rocks supply
ready to lay down for green like them army guys..
Clock it twice, this is overtime..and I'm riding tortoise like
I got some Napoleon complex to send your shortness by
sob stories, tortured lives..steadily tryna get their mortgage right
Helmets & swords alike, even the lowlife corporate type
I adored your time..

[Geno]

..But ignored the chimes, pour the wine
A portrait of porn lye on the floor, left me torn inside
Its either a masterpiece, or somebodies morbid design
Im not sure, its borderline, my visions to blurred to decide
a childs born, at the same time as a premature one dies
The morgues alive, a cause for concern in a persons eyes
but not i, Im certainly blind, and cant absorb the signs
Im kevin sorbo, immortal, with a sword as i climb
Mount olympus, towards a porch, where i was born in the sky
an unfortunate high, cocky, no rocks or debris can stop me...

[Mr. J]

Any flow you free to copy, riding in a green gallopy
Puerto Rican mami's screamin' 'Papi', I'm seeming Godly
complete with coffee, & some weed from swap meets
Aleve for parties, you should see my relief to potty..
on some breasts I squeeze & part, see my sudden composure
this runnin' into Oprah & having the idea to jump on her sofa
take the pump from my shoulder, blowing up like a soldier
not giving a fuck like I'm older, snake eyes luck of a roller
Nic Cage, spit gauge, split legs then get laid..
this is your sensei, sense blazed finished like a flipped egg