THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Urban Dialect]

define righteousness? there was a time that exist,
back when the whole planet was black, before the
invasion of the paladins and Draks,
when planets where aligned and stacked and appeared
as a great wheel in the sky for a time, before the horns
on mars arise,
The Egyptians started drawing the signs, calling them Gods
everywhere you look, the same drawing on rocks
if we stay on this topic to long someones calling the cops
so we need to move along and keep this cypher going
every move we make is a life or death moment, dem curses on us

[Split Eight]

curses on us. emerging darkness.
even after all this. I saw her a perfect goddess.
I was the first to call it. Left a message.
sent a message. letterhead, no words upon it,
her angry response. you could tell
hurt leapt from her lips and the pen bled cursive font
but the way she says it still has perfect pauses

[iLL ScriptureZ]

The perfect pauses...
Spit 'til I'm out of breath & the earth's exhausted
This wordsmith flawless, even in spontaneous cyphers
Zonin' on enemies like I'm a patriot sniper
Do this mess without pickin' up the pen, the laziest writer
See, I got you dizzy but my cranium lighter
Some of ya'll hot but I got that uranium fire
Look, this is key'd before I'm barely awake
...this bout to be a burial wake...
Ahaa.. Shit bout to get cold as an Aquarius fate
Leave a muhfucka leakin' like when an aquarium break
Aiight i'm down now, prepare for the quake

[Mediocrity]

Nobodies real to me anymore
seems like they always be fakin it
Showing love to my face
Behind my back there’s a stake in it
There’s no mistaking it
I see the snake when I look in your eyes
Ain’t no surprising me
You talking bout loyalty sounding like lies to me
Showing your true colors
Thought we was supposed to be brothers
But you went and done changed up
Just so you could get ya change up

[Mediocrity]

Rockin’ a pair of Charlie Sheens gnarly jeans, dried tiger blood along the seams
Cause a scene, somebody call an ambulance
Shorty’s ass made my gun bust while I was doin the hammer dance
I ain’t feel a thing, body numb from the coke and weed
Plus I popped a couple perkys, washed it down with some potent lean
look down at my pants thinking shorty on her period
She look at me like “No, you got shot point blank. Period”
I can’t believe I’m hearin’ this, somebody call Ripley up

[Mediocrity]

Gun bussin’- you can still smell smoke from the Sig
Certified hot boy I told you not to joke with the kid
I ain’t got it on me then that gemstar pokin’ ya ribs
You lose hope to live and I’m lovin’ every second of it
I told you that can’ll pop out if you push my buttons
bullets jumpin’- rippin’ thru ya back so you know I ain’t frontin’

[Mr. J]

Hand me downs worn by the trail followers
Yesterday's today hidden in a failed borrower.
Penny thoughts in the wishing well, set sail partner...
Instrumental thought process flip on a kick
Trapped in the snare, with the bass on the hook..
Sucker...pick your trip get erased from the book..
Say it with your chess, hitting straight on these rooks..
Pardon the poetry & bland nonsense..
Place the frame with it's grand concept.
Now gather the upper hand...progress..
Reiterate it harder beyond this blah shit.
Pop rocks tossed into some sort of sauce...sick..
It would make one very nauseous...
Stomach growling holding your pride hostage.
I'm going to fertilize an egg with my sausage..

[brokenhal0]

cauterize the wound with a cigar tip
kick hard shit get trashed in the mosh pit
it's arsenic nasty boy with my arm pits
jester for the gusto its not funny when its cutt throat
off the boat watch it float gimme those 10 seconds of hope
release your breath and you go
mitochondria larvae on the dock logs
sleeping kingdom bring em in with the pop lock
constricted anaconda enuff hubris for a parachutist
4 corner world angels and anubis serpent soup is
serve cold to Ophiuchus wormholes lizard lair
linda blair isnt hair on your system scare you away
go play on the kitchen chair bully kutta kundalini
a price to rule the genie use might to foool the meanie

[brokenhal0]

cauterize the wound with a cigar tip
kick hard shit you lost quick in the mosh pit
arsenic nasty boy with my arm pits
jester for the gusto its not funny when its cutt throat
off the boat you float gimme those 10 seconds of hope
release your breath and you go
mitochondria larvae on the dock logs
sleeping kingdom bring em in with the pop lock
constricted anaconda enuff hubris for a parachutist
4 corner world angels and anubis serpent soup
serve cold to Ophiuchus wormholes lizard lair
linda blair isnt hair on your system scare you away
go play on the kitchen chair bully kutta kundalini
a price to rule the genie use might to foool the meanie

[Mr. J]

Considered ruthless, live life boosted.
Energy drink, steroids & an ice toothpick.
Don't touch my newness, time is too rich.
I have a lot but don't hand it out, watch...
Contemporary thought surrounded by thots
juiced up, deuce up, time to down a shot.
5 hours of energy that help me temporarily..
All sorts of variety that are spent on rarity...
Times up

[Lenox]

I’m megatron.... I was birthed where Egyptian temples spawned, my rhymes can get deadly like Vietnam vets seeing their arms and legs are gone. spit a million rhymes at you till ur head is gone. Mr. Tethlon Don keeping weapons drawn..
mothafuckas stay doubting the skill. destroy the belief system that’s surrounding your will. destroy, rebuild, I don’t give the weak invitations into the killing fields. so what’s really real?
Dudes fronting for respect.. once I dump from the hip blood dumps from ur neck. but I’m always duckin the feds, bundles of crack leaving my customers checked, I hide the duffel under the deck.
.... Conjugal visits, objects spinning in the dawn of my existence, on the block selling rock to the opposition, glocks poppin leave cops and fathers in odd positions, when Jon is spittin grab ya cross and listen, or it’ll be your final destination, 48 hours later you die from a car collision, I leave stars explodin when my bars are hittin, each one of my punchlines could stop your heart from my godly rhythm

[Mr. J]

Justified slacking, described by superficial actions
Button mashed in switching the channel I'm trapped in
Wayward traffic simulating this life gone backwards.
Frontal lobe bashed in leaving fates decision adamant.
Parallel park and discover the curb in orderly fashion
Consume your rations...

[Current faggot]

Consume your rations by snatching ya plate,
Sealing ya fate, starving to death from all the rappers you ate

[Twodrop]

A Greek God dies in a pool of lies, pity and bother
Lost all faith of power..starts to cry to his father.
Golden scolds fold over a lightning storms pause,
Folded clothes never warn w/ his fighting force lost.
Eyes open, just a dream... can't discern from reality
Earned lessons, Teach mean w/ no concern for the faculty.

[Mediocrity]

As of late.
my mind it keep playing tricks on me
convincing me that this isn’t what it was meant to be.
Never sleep how can I expect to chase my dreams?
You guessed it I couldn’t send this message with bullets
I’m such a fucking coward that I’m too scared to pull it
Or maybe I’m so self destructive I put myself through the bullshit
Don’t believe I’m worthy of a purpose on this earth, shit.
Everyday’s a constant struggle, a battle with depression
My mind? A deadly weapon constantly keeping me second guessing
every step in whichever direction I take,
Always keep my grass cut and collect the heads of the snakes
Never been a fake, stayed true to the game & played by the rules that were made
You fluent in lame & gotta degree in swagger jackin
You copy my steez? Please.
you wouldn’t reach for the piece and pull metal like a fractured magnet
Breezing through Ibiza popping perkys like a candy mint
A creature like a zombie how I’m walking when off cannibus

[brokenhal0]

I cant handle this different spells to awake the amulets
envoys with cameras dandelions explode in fragments of amethyst
tampered with glamorous fits of vanity and it's advantages
narcissist bars with stamina reality pull the heartstrings bannister
death comes gradually as the tally creeps higher then valley peeks
alley cats scratch there eyes out they cry out cause they really weak
raise em up the suns high now bullet behind the eyebrow
a thousand pounds of power the weights feeling light now
annunaki sight sound astral armor darker shade
this requires a car charger for juice on a holiday

diving in the dirt pan dining with the thirst gods
wise enough for the earth man kill a spy with the sawed off

[Urban Dialect]

soon as you see me? you call the law, subliminal fear me
i'm that eeire guilty feeling you don't like cause it's creepy
give you hives, heebie jeebies
that's why u make sure my life isn't easy
making me clime through your feces,
don't comply? then you beat me
i'm the guy with the black eye that's inside of precinct

[Mr. J]

You living in the loss, not giving it thought.
For me it's like I'm just listing shit off...
Degenerates claim the same dimwitted response.
Look at the bread I've been giving the flock.
If the wind is where they soar, hit em & watch.
Your dogs in the background is giggling hard.
Like look at him, the Grinch..getting some heart.
It's whatevs when I roll through pitching the thots
Look at what you heart leap over & witness it all...
Just take a step back after this...give it some thought.

[DMS]

Yo, I’m diving deep, surviving steep strides as a climb the peek.
You’ll find I’ve arrived at a siz’ble keep.
Where the mind is confined and abides to me.
Where the time is not timed, at the lines are free.
So don’t abuse the power, or you’ll have to hide from these.

[DMS]

My mind is like my pen It has extensive use
I’m in a pensive mood
and my lessons few are far in between n teach me less than news
you see I’ve seen the angels in red
In the place of the dead
And the graves of the less
on the hospital beds and the patients in rest
I’m awake in my breast but not brave in my chest
for when I’m in the funeral place
and I’m facing what lefts
When I’m on hells roads paved
With the pace in my steps
slowed by the placement of dread
otherwise I’d be racing in tread
instead I brace feh what’s next
And I note the road has been paved the faces of death
It’s between fear n phobia Borders the lines, for when the form that is life turns the corner of time
And its lost in the storm or the light
The out lands are outlandish
Staying inside is protection from those
Who Realize my reflections gone cold
I must die, tho my intentions not so
The Faces of the dead stretch through the zones
So here lies the question, when will my methods run old,
And I’m done with my steppin’
And become a step in the road.