THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Pharaohs Army]

i saw an Indie Film
under the influ-ence of Indica.
does it really matter which One?
it was None in Particular
had no Reason to be Critical
but that didn't stop me from Leaving the Theater.
my friends and i Wanted To Choose,
our Own Adventure
we Thought It'd Be Cool.
although it's something outSide Of Our Group that No One Would Capture.
Oh well.
we Made r own Plot.. ..smoked more Pot.
Each of us were a character.
we looked for some Con-flict.
nothing too serious as none of us wanted to be come Convicts.
there was nothing inde pendent aBout it choices were made in a group Format.
usually there was consensus
but sometimes "what to do Next"-
-came down to Shouting
my best friend dropped his phone but then 'e found it.

[Truth Iscariot]

^ wrists bounded my victim gazes back astounded
It's profound this murderous feeling by which I'm hounded
There's a eerie sound which counts down the seconds to her demise
In her eyes I see no bravery only her souls muffled cries
That imply I'm the one in the wrong I smack her, strong, for the lie
In time you'll see that he'll with me is golden some type of prize
You have won righteous torment by the hate inside which lay dormant
For millennia....

[Pharaohs Army]

..tentative,

and i ask myself "What Is Bipolar"?
what is an Omen?-
-when you're not superstitious but you feel an unSettling Energy
finding out the next day that a Girl you Know izinna a coma from an over dose.
i don't suppose Why
i never wrote that letter
when she woke\too biased
dealing with my own stuff.
how do i know a letter of encouragement
wouldn't make her road tough?
she was rebellious
she'd probably say "why is e telling me this?"
so i'd like to say
i let her make her own journey
hope she didn't end up on a gurney maybe i was just too lazy
i heard they screen letters on the "halfway scene"
and even if it got through would 'er fucked up parents even have let 'er see it?
..i wrote it in my own head workin outside for grandpa
manual labor lets your brain wander
maybe i can save'r
or maybe i can just help her realize she's not the only one,
dealing with Life Changes
did i write that letter for Me?as my eyes watered(up)for Her?
...i've had it up ta "hurr"!
maybe i can make it Up ta her
man. i'm such a nerd.
an e-mo with a free flow
^what happens when you force writing
what happens to her when you Don't force writing?!
..her parents will drive her away again
into what-i can only assume is her friend's heroin den
because there's no alcohol in the house and she'll go back to the psych floor if she pours all that mouth-wash-in'er-mouth
perhaps a physical Withdrawal,
rather than a Cry-for-Help.occam's razor.
maybe i should tell someone to Pray Fer Her so god can save 'er.
..certainly not my atheist neighbor.
oh wait, i've got a blank piece of paper.

[Wise Wiggles]

fuck your college degree. follow the creep, y'all not scholars, y'all sheep.
That's the problem with me, I'm awesome with grief
Fuck a blade, I'll make you swallow the sheath
What's an impossible feat? I write in waves
I authored the sea, I just wanna abuse vodka and weep
Premeditated, murder 1, killing every bottle I see
light the world up, who you think gave Apollo his creed?

[Wise Wiggles]

I drink squirt in a can while she bursts from a ram
She always blurts I'm the man when the inertia expand
Roller coaster, Blow on the stove top, goes perfect w/grams
But none of these words are true, it's all a personal sham
Bad cop, worst cop, we're not of Serpico's clan
Pollute your mind with my rhymes, except I'm worse for the land
This guy's a fucking hero, yo I heard he served in iran
One step above a 12 yr old searching for purses to grab
Art of being comfortable in my own skin, guess it works for my dad
These are just stupid ass words in rap,
Or at least the text version of that
We're all one smoke away til we submerge into black

[Mr. J]

Straight off the curb..I'm back
palm hiding some herb...crack
word round town that your wack..
tell me..what is there when theres no momentum
a lot of moves that lead to no progression
sitting in the back of the crowd, no exception
the countdown has begun but I came back for seconds..
I need a little more rhyme with more message
but I'm bored again, on the board no presence
just a mask that comes off every now and again
looking at the clutter..isn't it a little crowded friends?
I don't know, maybe I'm thinking too deeply
hi...my name is Q, its about time that you see me

[Truth Iscariot]

You see me

High above the fucking clouds puffing on this green leaf
Iscariot the toughest dude around the king of these means streets
I'm discrete in my capers so stepping to me spelled danger
I'm more badass than the motherfucking Texas Ranger
Walker, I'm more persistent than stalkers...
That line was weird but fuck it Truthfully a nigga just glad he made it here
Enjoying beers with my newfound Netcees.org peers
Let's make it clear my style invokes both tears and fears
I'm in your girls rear, packing more beef than steroid enhanced steers
Pounding the pussy so hard the next door neighbors cheer

[Mr. J]

Weird they see me flex when I'm here
when I'm gone all of the M&M's appear
mirrored images only vampires could clear..
clarified fears, tears, & medicinal gear
a syringe filled with novacane..
come & get that back over strained
get close to pain til your windpipe chokes & breaks...
Im undervalued but at the same time overpaid
roller coaster games & Russian Roulette

Your bet isn't in the pool yet..

[Truth Iscariot]

We roll, like a pack of panzers, beating up you back up dancers
I got a question, fuck your answers, eat your body whole like cancer
Razor stanzas, sit back & relax while blast your ass with mana
More manic than frantic fickle hoes, kicking busted flows
I'm the illest though, killing most, got you dancing like a thriller ghost
Michael Jack, ripping those with verses that are grandiose
Without features or cameos, no leeching mcs to steal my dough
Thinking they'll explode, the bitch in you has been exposed
My bars brings scars to foes. Nigga, you don't even know....

We roll in endless droves, strapped for action
Destruction massive like Obama’s drones
On offense to defend home, haul off and slit throats
I've been been dope since olden days of smoking homegrown
With kinfolk. My Chevys tall my rims spoked
I overdose from weed smoke on Carolina back roads
Hotbox with mad dro, smooth like doo-wap and scat though
Hat match my Octobas @Jukon you fucking know
I stay above these cluckin hoes and shove my nuts in front of em
And bust my load. But I don't trust none of em
Though I might love some of em

[UnbornBuddha]

Baptized in the heaviest sin
So, I manifested disease in the earliest mist
I couldn't cure myself with heavenly deeds
But instead of grief, I extended my means
To have the chance to come to serenity's reach.
How can you have true eternity peace
When before your eyes entities bleed?
Galaxies and entire dimensions of heaven recede
To find myself, I fall into a deep depression and sleep
Counting endless sheep as I hellishly dream
Only to awaken to the stampede of elephant feet.
It's no wonder, I sought prophetic release
Through anesthesia, ketamine bliss
That has me reciting every T.S. Eliot speech.
The bitter alkaloids in the medicine tea
Are either my soul's remedy or its entropy
The doorway to hell and heaven has the same skeleton key
Every pestilence has relevant meaning, pertinent schemes
That show what you need to do as a final errand to leave.
This Chrohn's stomach pains is how I'll inevitably be free
The bones in my body dwindle as the minerals leech
It's not a glitch, but a feat for my medical team.
So sick, I speak krokodil ills for the general fiend
That does terrible things just to spike his dopamine
Even as the desomorphine eats through his edible cheeks
Until, all that's left exposed is his terrible teeth.
I tried to become a master of the universe like Skeletor did
Only to find myself drowning in my predator's piss.
Never to find myself high in my competitors list
I don't care, I only mention it to make the metaphor fit
My brain hemisphere's binge on secular flings
Which usually involves every kind of temperature drink.
My constitutional reservoirs sink
Next morning, I attempt a cellular cleanse
In the hope, purification makes my neuro messengers sense
The end, of ingesting poisons that have become a regular thing.
How I can tell the toxicity is my bluish tinted venomous lips
Is it me, or do others also question how questioners live?
Show me your empty old fridge, take a cellular pic
Just prove what you profess through a rememberable lens.
I often go to seminars where all this rich pensioners spin their tale
Of how to attain the richest wealth, its all buffoonery, yet we see it dwell.
Our hopes of one day flying with angels is feeding hell,
The creatures smell our fears and come to zero into our hero tale.
I recently got in an accidental affair, a fight if you will, mental despair
As a grave injury has me trying to get my retinas spared;
The antennas that reflect every molecular pair
Sadly, I was denied medicare "care."
Hearing this news, my entire character wears out
And I begin to question justice's fair route.
-Cheer up: others blare out,
So frustrated at their idiocy, my nostrils flare out.
Welcome, to my nightmare house
Where every scene in your mind has a dare bout.
In, which you refuse to back down from the peril
What else is there to expect from the son of the pharaoh?
I don't run from my foes, I run from the barrel
That has the neighborhood kids turning glum as a scarecrow.
I'm not into women with mascara,
They look like chimeras.
I can't bear the sight of mask wearers,
I mean what's left of my eyes scleras,
Truth is,
I want everything big condensed into a one-time melody bit
I don't even care if it's a celebrity hit.
So many lines begin with I because that's my heavenly limb
Yet, I often think if I mentally exist or am I just an energy myth,
A nuclear reactor of emotion meant to fuel my enemy's ship.
But, even if that's true, at least I should be grateful my legacy lives
After all,
Supremacy is overrated as I carelessly drift into incoherency's grip
Now, it seems like I'm reading a psychotherapy script
That holds within it, the doctrine that we all momentarily live
For the purpose of sincerely hoping we temporarily matter
As we secondarily squander our time in what doesn't necessarily matter.
The smell of amber rains heavy on our soul,
On a voyage to the end of our approach
As languor sends us on a boat that mentally floats on what we apparently​ loathe.

[Mr. J]

Go 'head get your mu-mu-men cause I hate to.rub it in
But the stutterin' gon' make me call Ruben Studdard in
who has a Reuben and another friend who clubbed like..
'Fuck it then, you two can eat or be two good fucking friends'
Then the girl you fucked last Tuesday comes jumping in
talkin all that 'These ho's ain't loyal to nothing but a sandwich'
come & this foot long you damn bitch, thats when my glands twitch
I start handing out some sloppy beef like a manwich
hard til' my pants rip, same way you fall and get road rash quick..
hard to understand it, dialect from a distant planet..
stranded in mid-voyage..them fantasies seem a bit boyish
but you ain't worth the shit shat in Bigs toilet
Making it easy to get you kidnapped & poisoned
than leaving you gift wrapped for your kids enjoyment
but who cares...its just a temperment that hears six voices
til you tell em to shut up cause it gets annoying..

[Mutilate]

I'm so fucking sick and twisted I'm stealing from a Dog
But I think it's a gift you bitches I'm sitting like a hog.
Canine Prozac. Lemme hold that. It's a shame I'm holding back all these thoughts of insane wrath
As i take a bath a young aristocrat kickin back
Spittin this n that listening to nickel back trying to kill myself
I'm still top shelf, the top ramen of hot rhymin
At a stop sign and my glocks firing at the opposition
Stop and listen to missiles as they hit you and split you down the middle
I got pounds against you, hounds of pistols
Cops won't discover anything, All they found was tissue
Ya families bound to miss you

[Mr. J]

I found the ripple between the sound of whistles
Ill tear you off your high horse & take a mountain with you
how do you sound so dismal? Wait for the ground to hit you
have a nice trip, leave your flow literally drowning with you
I'm downing pixels, eating fruits like I came with the Mrs.
my Pentium processor is vicious, your lifes fictitious ..
a lack of commitment that blends in with a potential witness
yes your honor, I'm guilty of being so narcissistic
plus I'm livid, a figment of the imagination that's twisted
not shaken, holding your world together like a television stand
the elephant man, hidden behind a sheet and racial remarks
you ain't seen shit until your facial departs..

[UnbornBuddha]

Blossoms and floral motions are more than notions
They are a vortex of humanity’s preferred emotions.
Before emotions, we tended to ignore our omens,
Hordes of rodents hiding in the floor of oceans
Pains we never formally noticed because they were sort of dormant
Retroviruses that slipped pass our main fortress forces, Trojan horses.
Torment is our ultimate opus; it alone morphed us through encoded curses.
A wanderer with floating pulses diagnosed by a Chinese doctor a morbid person.
I guess even such a sage couldn’t see the golden auras from the surface.
Gauging how my soul is working,
By how much burden I can place on what’s left of my working organs.
Scrutinizing my own portfolio like a whore’s performance
This chemical age has began to distort serotonin’s purpose
Its slow release is viewed as a by-product of a holy person.
Thus, we begin upping the pharmacopeia dosage,
Even as we become vulnerable to our hearts being broken
As we try to forget who we are by discarding photos that display us in our darkest moments
Places in time where our skulls were coated with battle scars, our very own gray matter logo.
And yet, we still maintain a stark devotion to concoct a potion that will stop our poisons.
Love an opiate, a harmless venom, voiding the harm of heaven, the armored weapon of Armageddon;
Its deeply red garnet color is far from being a tarnished metal
It will live on evolving forever, beyond the imaginings of that Darwin fellow,
Non-permanence is an alarmist hellhole; its original intent being a catharsis vessel.

[Pharaohs Army]

Well I suppose this is life.
Working all day. And every once in a while staying up all night.
Don't worry. It's not that bad. I'm doing alright.
I hope that you are doing all right. My,
you all seemda be able to write.
I'm very confused though; I don't know why I came for advice.
I'm on shrooms now, and every thing you say is fucking with my mind.
Maybe I should just go da bed after watching an ASMR video to unwind.
The volume's not right. And these pop-ups(I don't understand why they have to advertise)..
Now I have to rewind.
Fine.
It's all a waste of my time.
I've discovered a complex rhyme, which involves the letter "I".
Suicidal. Someone private message me--
before I decide to die.
Just kidding; that is a lie.
Although that's quite a"wolf"to cry.
Well
I will only have a few hours of sleep before I rise.
Guys, I've self-scouted myself.
I say "well" too much\in my Stuff.
One time was probably enough.
Just like the one time I was in love.
I mean 2 times,2 times!
They were 2 dimes. But I loved their personalities.
This is Funny to me-- mixing lies and Truth, a-bout my lives.
Bye-bye,&goodnight.

[Pharaohs Army]

I'm an audio writer with a textstyle mic-plan.
Please don't hate me that's who I am.
I write fluid jams. It's true.
I can.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
A bit complex,
when it comes to Iran.
I'm a fan of mutually assured destruction.
..Neutrally viewing your construction is one'a my functions.
I guess capital letters unnecessary as long as we "enuncing".
Hope you don't happen to think I'm fronting.
Nothing about this is condescending-- I'm working on structure,
and my learning curve is punctured.
I was good at one time and now I'm lacking luster.
Maybe because I can't be rapping something effectively,
unless it's smacks of nothing.
I'm so fucked up in the head I think I'm gonna go to drug counseling
just for writing ideas, that come outta those discussions.
Isn't that something?
Please don't tell anyone--
i don't want them to Know Nothing. just like mine their lives are So Ugly. congratulations i took your ideas n i Wrote From it. the only consolation for you is it was So Awful n i Sold Nothing...good lord i've reverted again to an Old Format.
it's old Hat. maybe you could Throw Daps compare n conTrast.
the odds of me becoming good are 50-50 like a Marriage would Last!
how's it Going so far?\i Daren't Ask.
..i've been injured in this game so Long it's like Darren McFad.
anything is progress\That being Said?,every1-but-Me Is Very Bad.

[Mr. J]

More like I was Greg Oden
pray to God and then Odin
Easier than a slut, legs open
Get your uterus crushed..
then your eggs broken
ride all day, Mr Hollands Opus
Collectin' c-notes off of dope heads
this is before the yolk bled
leaving none of your folk left.
doing a wheelie on a moped
wishing for a genie and a loafed bread
clean without the soap friend..
I thought you knew I'm in pussy like kotex
shining on time, Kubricks rolex..
I'm just wondering what to smoke next
rolling up more verses than the popes read
homie...there's no hope left..

[Mr. J]

I cracked the hope chest, literally nothing is safe
all I see is cookies and I'm the monster stuffing his face
leaving no evidence so there's nothing to trace..
The act is over but they play Houdini stuffed in a safe
How you gon escape..? I already know what to chase...
I already done milked the game might as well get killed the same..
yea its been dead...so now your dreams feel the same
feel the demise, feel the shame, you didn't know until today,?
Filtered takes..watered down and raised in the green house
with a lighter telling em 'Pipe down' as I burn some dreams down
hit man for hire, I could roast them herbs til they clean out
Leaving the remnants deep down, resonate when cleaned oit
this what they dream 'bout..

[Mr. J]

I guess I'm leanin' now, like a good joke in syrup
or like my elbow, pullin' up, hood spoke when the leers up
The tilt in my picture, reflection the same as my brim does
Hiding the thought but exposing the voice that puts limbs up
plants seeds, til' Springs up, see what the offspring does
Yao Ming dunks, even at this height I'll still fuck things up
At this rate I'm just doing what I feel, with a Midas ring touch
turning the followers into a Goldfinger sculture, not shaken
stirred word for word in my alphabet soup as I hot plate it
Hot statements, tossed bacon, raw hatred for the pigs
Moreso for the risk its given my heart to continue to live
a menu as crisp as a vegetarian on the club scene
does it make sense? Only if you are hungry..

[Wise Wiggles]

Such a lonely cliff I'm jumping.
Out of my body, clothes just drop on concrete.
My dust blows in your eyes.
Love-scope when you're dry
These origami clouds fold at random
Whilst chain smoking I pray oceans, hoping I don't get cancer
But I might secretly want it
Who knows? You don't.. Know what it means to be haunted
Fevers are spotish. They come & go
Like you're on a bench, people watching.. Just a summer stroll
Did a lot of moly, probably gave this drum it's roll
It's rancid. Feel like Manson, nothing heals, nothing grows
But I'm comfortable, and that's all that counts, right?
Happy mind, happy people. G, that sounds nice
I'm wound tight. Fuck comfort. This tesla live look
Filling cracks. Turning open hearts to petrified wood
I heard the devil writes good. Which is odd as hell
Sounds backwards. Like insides are skin, with a water shell
Diode has an ugly wife who's lobster smells
Where ever she walks, just a bunch of fat flies are circling
Heard she's a thot, fucking a ton of black guys in her purple jeep
Diode thinks she's loyal little worker bee
Lols, dumb ass, dude must be on mercury