THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Fig]

retreat lies as an option for the idle and weak
I seek demise for my enemies as primal instinct
rhyming in weight, speaks the language of a spine when it creaks
from the pressure peaked whenever I fit fight in my speech
puncture percussion with penitentiary discussions
Bars get summoned from under earths crust, then thrusted in public.
The tut of the tundra, the crafter of most cunning conundrums.
Could scrawl a pedals plummet from summit; you couldn't stomach the substance.

[Fig]

Societies orphan, living through proprietieshorrid.
Aura so entwined with vice, fate is bound to be scorchin.
Strobe light motions in rythms matching your tight pulses;
How I inch my steps forward to cut your life sources.
Morphin grip from my own dick, to holdin the gun.
Been known to often start and shadow box in core of the sun.
Coroners come when I exit booth; mortars for lungs
Foreigner like when I hit the mic; rollin the tongue.
Noosing the cord. Morbid musical, starsyou and the Lord
Using the force, sorta like a sith abusive to whores.
Screw-up, of course. Unhinging doors, queing the torch
then smoking bowls of Demon’s finelygrinded beautiful horns.
Cuticle scorched passing the sun as I’m climbing to God,
Snort the clouds from under his feet, just to show him I’m raw.
Nothing mightier than the pen, except my shotty that’s sawed.
Part an author and a martyr; I’ll die for the clause.

[Split]

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[Cereal_Killa]

Idle..sure, I'm resting.. Nesting with death's best intentions, Ina bridal shawl of neglection..
Married to the pain, I'm famished in anguish for the flames.. Burried by the shame, sanity.. Sanity, a saint that scurries from his grave..
Riot or a rave, violence wit a blade.. On my own wrists, I've shown wits but my wicks lit beyond its blaze..
Burnt out, I turn down a good turn out..
Stomping on a ground of promise, I vomit vermin when I purge out.. Certain serpents equal worthless when I serve them.. No servant, venting with a purpose..
A hermit of a wordsmith, airing out a soup kitchen of a conscience in his turnip.. No turban - it's curtains

[dead man]

god you're boring as shit, GET OVER HERE AND DIE - scorpion flick
i'm a viking on vicodin on normandy ships
i'm comorbid - so sick. who knows how many diseases
save your rhymes for chicken soup and save your message for jesus

[Wise Wiggles]

Pulse messy, got my father's heart- dead beat
Sharpen finger to bone & scribe on red sheets
Lets see, blumpkin when I drop feces
Ya girl work on the brain like shock treatment
I walk ethered, fear & loathing w/ a lost vegan
Can't believe this 4/20 I never got weeded

[Dove Dozer]

2013, what what! the cypher section
bustin up your spleen with every mic I'm wreckin
I spit the type of weapon, I'll rip you right in sections
with the sickest type of flexin, while these bitches like affection
Im bakin all you haters with the rhymes that I bust,
and if you wanna step to me you'll face the nine that I clutch

[Just Write]

i stray away from the drama, commotion and bustle
keep my feet on the ground and my eyes on the hustle
thoughts in the sky, conciousness stays out of trouble
and some how some way ill complete this life like a puzzle

[Mr. J]

I'm riding on silver lining
blinding numbskulls as I'm flying
by in...
something casted out of iron
wrapped around my eyes and
mouth and
I feel like I'm completely surrounded
like my mind needs me to doubt it
it's just
it's just
another profound mixture
sip enough to twist ya
far past your imagination
wait....what am I sayin'...
nothin'...that's the fun of it
looks like the cops are runnin in
illegal downloadin' my ass
how did they get me like that?

[Dove Dozer]

ya wanna act tough, then swag and flow me?
see my dick and suck and drag then blow me,
you dont even know me homie, get hit with hollow tips
like when your bitch is lonely, she don't spit she swallow it

[Just Write]

i told her i'd teach her a lesson, she said she'd follow it
so i showed her da PHD.. she gargled and swallowed it
the type to maul a dick, get on top and rock the clit
the next morning, in the kitchen makin waffles m grits

[Just Write]

a portal of shame, some endorphines; cocaine. boiled & forced in my veins
I close my eyes- palms to my face, digging a grave where the soils been laid
see its more than a source for my pain; hit record then let the cassette tape play
and watch all the stress ive made dissipate when i accept my turmoil & change.
theres a lesson displayed, conveying all the stupid poor excuse ive made.
the fact ive had mortal bruises evaded where mortars loomed in our bases
..troups wounds escalating, visiting the chapel and reverend on a noon daily basis
confused at this stasis, and how my life is in the most difficult of places
at times i find myself wishing that i wasnt so stubborn and faithless
maybe then id be capable of some greatness.. something amazing
...but cant because im scared.

[CopyPat]

huckin these leer icks. a couple three beers in
underneath feelings, suddenly seething
one in three seeing, the others need teaching
fucka peace treaty, sucksas be greedy
up in these trees g, im puffin cheeb weekly
fuckin cheap weed see, stuff is weak b'lieve me
nothin seems easy when you scrounge and you scrape
i bust emcees deeply when i pound in they face
i counted it rape by the amount they could take
we're talkin over 7 inches..we could round to eight
down at the place where rappers get snuffed
pat gets that prey and snatches em up
nasty as fuck joking while im laughin it up
you can't get enough..
hoping that im back for anoth
roping while i strangle and crush
choking from the hands from above
mostly im just hammin it up
schmoozing rubbing shoulders
proving nothing's over
doing something sober is usually fucking no-where
..to be seen at all
oozing such an odor cause i'm clean as balls
nature can wait later when my penis calls
believe it ya'll every single word is a lie
i personalize verses for ya virginal eyes
i merge little lies with a fraction of truth
so when i spat in the booth i murdered you guys
determined to rhyme.. fast in a poof
so fasten ya seatbelts when im rappin this spoof
cause it's nothin but chuckles so im laughin a few

[VividEnds]

Preemptive speech tick. Consequence masochist.
Incompetent Greek myth, plot twists anonymous.
Deep dish regret, it's you I've come too accept sober,
Seems less inept as I chew through continual leftovers,
mineral complex enabler, crew neck, smackin lips off
If only you caught this crib cough from cradle to crip walk

[Dove Dozer]

I'ma laugh it up, when I drop disaster struck
flippin verbs hot of the top, just a bastards luck
dont bother tryna taunt me, cause my mamma didn't want me
feeling nauseas, over cautious cause my daily thoughts haunt me,
Im a soldier bustin rhymes, like cancer damaging the spleen,
Im off the hook just like a phone without an answerin machine..

[Mr. J]

Check out what I got ahead
possible threats for the obnoxious heads
I got caskets for your crew to see who boxes best
kicks get direct deposits you ain't gotta check
if you fly then you could feel the lob effect
leave em living the wreck like Das EFX
I'll leave you D.O.C. your wishes are B.O.B
leaving a nice cut...grinning for all the people to see

[Fig]

... I was fashioned in shrines, and gleam vibrations of syntactical lines;

rhymes that manifested physically to smash on your mind...

[Just Write]

animal tendencies,
im substantially rapid when i handle emcees.
rippin your mandibles, got them rabid cannibal teeth.
you? you just a lion cub, im nicer so why you lyin son?
come get a taste of some tiger blood,..
razor fangs in effect when these tigers hunt.
you can pray to god, but aint it odd how your the prey?
instinctual killers come closer dog.. we go straight for the vein

[Nigma]

Straight for the vein, I'll place you right in a coffin
White as a frost laying lifeless for typing that nonsense
People trying to talk shit with no sight of the cost
Whats a roster of lyin imposters squaring off with an author scribing with the pride of Mufasa?...

[Just Write]

i rifle imposters, who claim they bangin in text
ive been in a battle, got bullet wounds in my chest
you think that you flexin? man kid you aint seen nothin
when that artillery strike, you'd be that bitch runnin