THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Meth]

Fuck you

[Split Eight]

Originally Posted by Meth

Fuck you

really that's funny bro because I heard fuck you sonned

[Meth]

What lol

[Certain]

I haven't written this shit in months.
Distracted, perhaps overreactive.
This total relapse gives me a little less to think about.
More cookies get crumbled. Less sober and passive.
I'm rusty as fuck. Folding my bad flips
into each other with line breaks and disposable ad libs.
But my tone remains stoned and distracted.
I can't feel feelings, emote cold shoulder redactions.

[Frank]

Emote cold shoulder reactions...

This happened over night, this wasn't supposed to be imagined
Roller coaster of emotions, front row, hands up, don't hold on to the pads kid
Past is the past, but our past is classic, were together in the same class at one time, past tense
Bookbag backflip, underground, mother fuck your nouns, and say hello to your adjectives

[Xenomancy]

Dick riding bandit suck a fat one
Your past done I'll let you know what is happenin
Got em with my passion for dedication
If I speak its devastion
Nonreal haters keep hatin no distractions
Fuck it who I got rap on in here to get a title
Champion won't be one when I'm here unless it's me
Love to battle feel the difference with no attachments
Rhyme to rthym hip-hop and rap fragments
Dude I've been sick with it cease to exist
One thing is I don't come to play without getting it in

[Mr. J]

Tell the fan club get their hands up...act dumb
time to pack up or back up what it is that wack does
Im a magnet for fanatics that tend to play backwards
Mic in the rafters the phantasm is back mind your manners
boredom, boredom is all I see...
let my flip mode & bust a rhyme about my hand speed
Im getting it while watching the video for the song Fancy
eating some canned beans, passing gas while you try to get past me
passed me, pass me some pepper chop it up like the shredder
Im deader, better than cheddar while my lips tend to get wetter
log into the beta, put them hands down before I lash out
with boredom, boredom is all I see, boredom, boredom yo/..
whats that about?

[JESODIST]

Wrecking ya Grin after Inspecting ya Sin of wanting to Cease to Exist,
You are weak and fall when the Demon's Persist, Jesus Assist!
The Being Xenomancy souns like someone whose into Killing and Necromancy,
must have Peeled Cables and now Thinking his Fancy,
You couldn't save the day if you Teamed with Lassie,
Against a verse composed with unbreakable compound you appear Really Glassy,
Eons of Advancing I make it Clear to your Receding Posse,
You wouldn't know the back story to this classic by invoking the Spirit of Anansi,
I Scripting it clean Spitting it Nasty,
The Sibling of Cain an Able commanding the legions of doom that have you Feelings Maimed and Disable,
The voices in head can't Stop the Concentration we put in to Stop your Plan of Devastation,
You getting Mocked in Congregation, Locked in Termination,
A wizard Studying the Moon and the Planet's Rotation greeted by a Massive Ovation and for that Marvelous Contestation I now declare this site a Land for Conservation,
A Secret Hidden by all tose Living a Children of the New Generation,
You stand in awe like an Awakenintg to the Truth's Realization,
On the Screen I Sparkle Psychotic like Deen Ambrose smoking Chronic with Mean Gargoyles,
Their eyes are shiny like some Grean Marbles,
Everyone on the Scene Boggled, I'll have what you Bleed Bottled and labled a Genetic Mutation that Kills,
The Flow that comes from beyond Clouds like snowstorms that leave the entire Nation in Chills,
everything is possible with Dedication and Will, caz your Stupid Strategy is a Blooming Tragedy,
I'm Ruling the galaxy Entomb your Fallacy, Doing it Gallantly,
A master lyrically Schooling you Violently gathering all the Fallen Stars,
while defending against aliens that are trying to start a War in Mars,
Every Bar a Giant Mall that Batter Jaws,
I'm fly like Santa Clause Sniping Flaws serving an Almighty Cause,
you got caught in the Parking Lots sleep walking in some Flashy Draws,
frees so hot make ya Gum Boil,
till you Just Coil back into your Serpent like Position on a total Plight Abolition,
My Mind is Adrift being Lifted by Divine Heavenly Spirits,
Expected ya Gimmicks but transcended beyond the minute I Rejected the Limits...

[Pharaohs Army]

i've mapped out all of your Eventualities/
turns out almost All of them End-in catastrophe/ (apathy agony
(anyone Attacking me?/ will find out/ i eviscerate. obliterate./ inCrease murder-rate./
your frees-Hot?.. i Think Thoughts.. &write'em in Ink blots./
,like how i wanna have a Fun Fling/ with a young thing
so wat's the hot Topic? is it Dark&gothic? or worthy of u starting gossip?/
i break mirrors in peoples houses. it freaks them out./

.yer limericks Mere Gibberish;
my Lyrical Exercise leaving u Mesmerized. imagine if it was memorized.

i've mapped out All of your Realities.
turns out(almost)all of them end in catastrophe..
except the 1s in which u collab with me, &Rap with me.
as i become a better-Emcee
i appreciate more/ those few/ who r better than Me,
we're all jus' using and abusing/ tryna make Cheddar&Cream
,livin the american dream/
these Fukkrs will have to deal With Jesodist, &my Veteran Team
some'a the sickest u ever Seen,
physically berryng victims- Burying them in ditches, after days of infecting their dreams,
their prophecy4seen...

[JESODIST]

Accomplish the Dreams to leave you Demolished and ceased like a Ghost in the Scenes,
I Punish the Mean commanding the Holy Regime,
Sucking the marrow from your entire skeleton through Holes in your Spleen,
Highly Flamable the Blood is Gasoline, you have as much flow as a Broken Cantine,
A Hellish Machine trance you with radioactive waves from Relics hat Gleam,
Alcocholic Bastard you are no match for your Diabolic Father,
how nice of you to join the Psychotic Slaughter,
The Satanic Spawner will have these Manic's Martyred,
I don't know you keep challenging this Masterful Author of Wrathfull and Drama
you level is beyond a Championship Brawler,
You keep missing your target like a Panicking Archer So prepare to meet the Manequin Carver,
Like i Said the Site is Tough and not Dead,
could you walk around with a Knife Stuck in your Head?
here is a shotgun go play some Russian Roulette,
Dismissing Tons of Lead have you riddled in the Ground or Bed with your body all Sizzled and Crunched in the Set,
I am a diety that can paralize you with a Touch in your Neck,
Your punches Just Dont Connect to the great wonder causing the World to Inspect,
I am talking to the one that Most Respect me if I'm wrong you better Come Correct or i'll Roast your Rep,
In this EMcee Fortress I scope you like an eagle above a Tower and Citadel,
I unleash moltresss for the sequel where you possess the Power of Cyndaquil,
An infected llama since birth Spitting Ill, got the whole family in church Sitting Still,
A Monstrous of Alchemy quoted by Socrates making you Pompous Casualty,
You defeating me in a battle is just Proposterous Blasphemy,
I Constantly sacrifice demonic entities for the Gods to See,
A protector of humanity you may never see the Mask in Me...

[Mr. J]

Your diluted, I'm a nuisance that's living fancy free
you eating fancy feast playing big dog in a fantasy...
pussy. I damage dreams, then wander around casually
you a casualty, a stretcher stretched out 'damn he's mean'
'Damn he's beat' things the crowd just can't believe
I live on Santas tree, falling from Heaven to end up like a amputee
it will cost an arm and a leg to keep up this charod...
this charade that I dru-op and bounce through like ta-da
I'll whip your ass and keep it simple either way I come off...
umm ahh, oooh ahhh, wu tang clan ain't nothing to fuck with
better keep it daft...punk....I dare you to try and touch it....
automatic armored plastic blasting through thoughts I had it...

[Eŋg]

bask in moons for my madness
training thought to forge the tracklist
run-on sentence, run on acid,
run on essence bought with plastic:
aggressive-passive, pastiche-progressive
passes over pretentious passage,
one sobering thought among a hundred classes,
less sober, in thought, among huddled masses
- i've had it, i haven't;
masochistic malformed manners,
bandage wounds with standard banners,
thumping bass undoes the sadder, meaner matters,
bumping lines, and cutting life from karenina, anna.
habit seeks a pattern's patter.
spiral -para, see the sequence shatter.
secrets. mathematics. penis. parapraxis. regrets. parataxis.
i've been a nuisance. i'm disillusioned.
pent-up prick pissing puissance.
patronizing. analyzing your face from its little movement.
present a problem just to sink solution.
shit is useless.

[Fig]

When black and white become shades in your minds eye,
Try and fight the urge to fuck a nigger like a kike might.

I gave God a really high-five after dying in a drive by
my house; got hit by a semi on the right side.
I took about nine rounds,
but you know what, I'm alright now.
I mean, I'm dead.

[Pharaohs Army]

..leave u- Inevitably Maimed in Credible Pain and Eventually Slain
you r Undeniably Insane. Astrology is not in the science vein- Try as u May.
I'm very disappointed in you; u haven't done ur writing Today.
but i am just a little pharaoh i can Not Keep Up The pace.
youre Cocky &youreVain but compre hending me, is Well Beyond your Brain.
my creative spirit and energy was alive, when the Aliens came,
thousands of years ago, before i was reincarnated again,
the only reason i'm concerned about battling U, is you have nothing to lose, n everything to Gain something i never thought i'd say..

[emcee squared]

nothing

[Mr. J]

Side ache, time, dates sprinkled on top of lifes garden
my squadron likes to pop shots when the fights startin'
My pardon, beg for it while others give an arm & leg for it
I amp yo team happily and cue the chainsaw in a dead forest
withered pages ripped away from these bitter mages..
turn you to porcelain Kardashian when I aim to lift your faces
book the trainers, arms took by razors they look on brazzers..
you bout to get fucked as I glide by, get shook, ankle breakers
I'm a disease ridden fiend hittin these weak chillren...
bored..

[Pharaohs Army]

..out of your Gourd?!
i swing my samurai sword. sharp as-a-razor. and strong as a laser. could this be the end of my Song? &cya later.
Axes 'n saws
r not Good
for for the cedars in nature if They are Alive when they're taken..

out of your Gourd?!- didn't mean to take you off Guard. when i left the ship yard, at the port.
can u HELPme?- i'm looking for puzzles to Sort.
i Do it rather Rapidly - my Raps r swisher sweet!!
or slowly, but stay on the beat.
i didn't know what "Out'v the Pocket meant"
until someone in the Comment-said..

anyway J- i had a reasonable. day.
bored, and i dont see what else to say.
why-i end things
in a similar way..

[Mr. J]

How many minutes a day? give em a break...
give em a break, I tend to rip tracks with kit kats
spit raps with no kick back wheres my gift at?
its gift wrapped with anthrax guarded by your aunts ass
wheres the Amps at? in a pair of trainers. all about that bass
all about the vase, the chandelier & the champagne case
wait...this just in my mind slips outside the norm
my reign steps outside to pour, whose that....rappin outside my door?
I sense the rebellious youth that tell us he needs some shoes
I need to use at least half a pill, crushed with ease
while your girls face makes an attempt to touch her knees
you cuff with ease, I turn them cheeks to a mural & punch your spleen
you a fuckin beast, Im a fuckin beast when I fuck a dream
fuckin weed, what else do I fuckin need before you can fuck with me
fuckin fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck Im doing a ninja flip off a fuckin tree
yayyy

[Pharaohs Army]

typeCast me. i write nasty. convoluted answer for any question you might ask me.
my feed back is Redacted. cross it out. &leave for tha club- cuz I be mackin'.
mah freestyle Tactics 'ccasionally Rival 4 hour Writtens from u sour kittens.
ask yerself whyyy.......
i fux with tha metallic masked1. take it seriously
then re-examine evrything youve rapped, son.
.........
send telepathic signals ta reigning harpists missing in action
light a flame in the darkness like J. the Rhyme assassin.
hate everything i've wrote in the past, but smug-enough ta believe Icreate training sessions
all i do is Talk About what we do. it's stale. i need refreshments.

[Urban Dialect]

lyrical chem-trails/ inhale the asbestos,
this one's on the molecular level where cells get infected
that's why under the microscope u pale in prospective
or maybe you're pale cause you're white/
scripture tells, that, on that day..
the children of those that fell will be killed a pone site
and the children of Israel(black folks) will be stomping the fingers
of those of you that are left still clinging for life