THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Baron Mynd]

That Great Briton, straight spittin' the illest shit. Eighth-splitting, you'll stay lit from a whiff of it, so when I say I'm say I'm weight lifting... I ain't hitting the gym with this. I break bricks.

[CopyPat]

Originally Posted by Baron Mynd

That Great Briton, straight spittin' the illest shit. Eighth-splitting, you'll stay lit from a whiff of it, so when I say I'm say I'm weight lifting... I ain't hitting the gym with this. I break bricks.

Way sick when i send this shit, ama-zing with the excellence , ya brain flips when ya witness it: the greatness in my penmanship. save it, i spray clips in ya residence and strays hittin the innocent. so play victim.. or get a grip, i ain't kidding, i finish this..

but actually i am joking, factually my hands stroking rapidly like backstroking when i wack my D like smash mole'ing to angelina and jolie. damn homie. thats the only plan really. the only time my hands really clappin off a shot be, when im goin to the stands and im clappin for some hockey. my flowin is a handgun gat or pistol shotty.. cause im blowin through like fans i just have it in my body

[Baron Mynd]

Originally Posted by CopyPat

Way sick when i send this shit, ama-zing with the excellence , ya brain flips when ya witness it: the greatness in my penmanship. save it, i spray clips in ya residence and strays hittin the innocent. so play victim.. or get a grip, i ain't kidding, i finish this..

but actually i am joking, factually my hands stroking rapidly like backstroking when i wack my D like smash mole'ing to angelina and jolie. damn homie. thats the only plan really. the only time my hands really clappin off a shot be, when im goin to the stands and im clappin for some hockey. my flowin is a handgun gat or pistol shotty.. cause im blowin through like fans i just have it in my body

You know I’m the man, pretty much Godly, throwing up hands like I’m Mr Miyagi. The toaster goes bang, ya missing your body, a joke to be catched on some fishing trip folly. My condo and mansions have six different lobbies, I’m so underhanded, card tricks are my hobby!

LOL i'm at work, quick shit...

[e11even]

Originally Posted by CopyPat

Way sick when i send this shit, ama-zing with the excellence , ya brain flips when ya witness it: the greatness in my penmanship. save it, i spray clips in ya residence and strays hittin the innocent. so play victim.. or get a grip, i ain't kidding, i finish this..

but actually i am joking, factually my hands stroking rapidly like backstroking when i wack my D like smash mole'ing to angelina and jolie. damn homie. thats the only plan really. the only time my hands really clappin off a shot be, when im goin to the stands and im clappin for some hockey. my flowin is a handgun gat or pistol shotty.. cause im blowin through like fans i just have it in my body

Calamity's a party
and you'll be there as the main attraction...
A distraction from the patsies in the lobby.
one smash of puissant and its canned, yes its a body.
prepared for the apocalyptic entrancing, though symbiotic...
I resist this chance to dance with the deadliest of symbolics.

[e11even]

Praised pidgeons... flights no feat when meteocrity's a given.
Braised while livin... if it wasn't for the lingering scorch, this heat'd be missin.
Pain of the world across a lifetime spread through shared lifelines is the system.
UOENO. just pullin the other in, though redeemable, barred by mindless repitition.
From this position I sit in, I chuckle as I cool. FUCK FORGIVENESS.

[Just Write]

Yo id'a been in "control" but this savage don't have any, and even though i say it candidly I'd rip out your throat single handedly.Now'adays Everybody askin me to respond to a track, but I don't date the game i just like the thought of fondling rap. You see response is a stance, and my feet are well grounded. Been searchin for passion, dug deep and I found it. Go ahead and challenge me, I'll smack you into a thousand pieces, show you how i'm astounding with speeches and speak profound as jesus to surrounding legions. My clouts prestigious and got about a thousand believers. Those who doubt can get drowned in a shroud of leeches

[e11even]

Originally Posted by Just Write

Yo id'a been in "control" but this savage don't have any, and even though i say it candidly I'd rip out your throat single handedly.Now'adays Everybody askin me to respond to a track, but I don't date the game i just like the thought of fondling rap. You see response is a stance, and my feet are well grounded. Been searchin for passion, dug deep and I found it. Go ahead and challenge me, I'll smack you into a thousand pieces, show you how i'm astounding with speeches and speak profound as jesus to surrounding legions. My clouts prestigious and got about a thousand believers. Those who doubt can get drowned in a shroud of leeches

but isn't it them that supposed to suck??

I ponder these nothings as I render death in verse...
ur innates are innert, bait to debate what awaits to be cursed
til I recreate death's inverse,
just to reverse it, then wait til u burst...
blood, puss guts, bitch- nuns chuck... wats sick??
Puns bust dumb pricks, pumps lump Just's chick's
cum-slut stomach... fuck this....

[Frank]

Knock fists. Enter the moshpit.
Drop kick the first nigga who pop shit
Lock lips with the double barrel shotty and gossip
Hot kiss lodged in your body from glocks kid

[e11even]

crane's exposed-weak spot- death grip, neck throw
skeet shot- she's hot, but sheets rot- necro
feet stomp- cheeks knocked- need not flex tho
Peep hot- pete rocks- scheme plots, sex flows...

[dull boy]

I get naughty when awake. Like wanting to pour coffee on a face. Any face. Many dates end up nauseous from the rape. They're kinda rude. I mean, it's exhausting to exude the type of traits involved in fighting through those defense classes you took. Those rimmed glasses are my look. Take it off before you face is gone. I've got a razor drawn and a laser saw in my Tracer, doll. Norman Bates, evolved.

[dull boy]

Is it laziness, or what? That's got me waiting in the mud. Same existence. Stuck. Sometimes I debate on quitting, but maybe it's been done and I'm just waiting while my grave is getting dug. No aim or vision, just play like living's fun. Wasn't raised to live, I was made to witness drugs as way of getting up. Before I was aged, I'd sit and wonder of taking this or others could become a way of living. Suffered. It became my way of living. Others were busy making friends, had brothers, sisters. They were so open with their drug use, so focused on, 'we love you', I never did with out essentials. Now I notice that was trouble. I rebelled against the smell of it, was straight edge without the edge. It wasn't about being something pronounced, I didn't wanna mess with what had wrecked the best of what was left of my perception of normalcy. I protected their torment. Weaved sections and portions of me.

[Mr. J]

This is....

God Filtered, place clay in the hands of Zeus, create life and the embalming fluid, the man was once a calm recluse, now it's like he's in Vietnam, loose, shaking the cage craving anything lion fed, while y'all lie in bed praying to a choir to acquire some head, same place where liar's is bred...I apply the arms, make sure you are iron fed, apply the legs, time to run & hide again...

[e11even]

Noted. Each quote eroded before more dope, then, loaded.
Roll it. Lick opposite ends like 6s to 9s, stripped n exposin.
Bare essentials existential to this production along the trove it loafs in.
Naired the prepared credentials...
realization ever clear that this fold was worth moldin.
Delivery so sudden, most blown n dont notice.
A feeling not easily weeded out, with this jones'in so focused.

This is some good shit. Not the bud, bitch!!! This poem!

[Fig]

lucid lunacy in cycles moving lunar-ly
so when werewolf appears, get a ear fulla, "look at he!"
A sound kooky as a loud-mouthing wookies weep.
Monk punk, with a chakra chunk, got him chewin chi.
Brewin tea, spiked, like a volleyball tallest team.
Killer tricks spit, like that ollie ollie oxygen free.
God a godly Mollie popped, trunks and cherries as pleased.
Mother nature hater. Burning trees, shootin the breeze

[e11even]

A pickle tickle trickled it...
belittled little tiggle bits...
We giggled, fiddled, whittled tip...
til spittle drizzled middle tit.
Little Kiddo fizzled shit-
this ditto pistoled, crippled this...
One wiffle hit he'll miss again,
and slick, let lickin clit begin...

[Matriarch]

power to people? watch them scour. The evil
theologist hoot and holler 'bout following "hey soos"
Not trying to ride on ur "deep truth"
or criticize on your "peace route"
but I've chanced the bible - and many times shit was lethal!
Like: "Father, Father, please smite all these people"
what im saying is the day violent is peaceful..
is the day i see Jay-z walk through the eye of a needle

[Mr. J]

Get shot by cupid and live dreams lucid
I been a nuisance since the rising of the rooster
supplying the shooter the eyes of Medusa
riding with Koopa. blue shells right for the cruisers

[Xyakan]

I tote two tomahawks in smock
Mohawk and pockets full of chalk...

[Mr. J]

Lighten up loser. I hit Christ in the medula
switched lives then lived life as a ruler
bitches get 12 inches while yall sticks missing the the thickness
Waiting to flip like a gymnast that's just life on Olympus

[Fig]

Humble down king ; double crowned queen
coupled now: supple round bringing bubbled foundling
cuddle bouts