THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Incinerated remains decorate the stage
had a headache for days, I need a grave
Jesus saved but wasnt taxed in a recent case
look wherever their pledge of allegiance waves
fate of the world sealed in this secret safe.
greed & hate spread through my weakened veins
summer heat welcomed their season change
ending it here & watching your family tree decay..
heads are nodding off & harder to keep awake
zip a zippered mouth or say what you need to say
get your crews ship rocked by the recent wave...
the stainless made an appearance & wants me to play
check out these shells that my sneakers slain...
my mind is murder & mayhem like I was released today
but I wasnt...so without increasing debate.
I put cheese with the steak, dream with the fate
bring the weak to their knees till they easily break
pray to the statue & hope an agreement is made.
look at me...I think I need a constraint
the picture in my mind is bleeding to grey.
everything is different I cant believe in the change...
swirling, twirling, into a current eating me away...
yay

[Maximus]

no hypocritical acts im just real and candid
crafting brilliant stanzas as i thrill the masses
yall getting blown to a billion fragments but im still gigantic
an artist's artist, consummately skilled on canvas
wielding hazards, killing rappers.. with a quill im madness
filling caskets, dumping bodies in my field of practice
you took to your heels in panic, im the illest savage
on this filthy planet, an evil seed that yielded havoc
if there are vicious cycles i built the patterns
slaughtered your Squad, thats a Decaying Outfit like mildewed fabrics
never lose my firm grip on the hilts of daggers
Midas touch, golden showers and gilded mattress...

[Mr. J]

Feel the disastrous, lungs filled with cannabis.
reading these skills that feel like Canibus...
the difference in it all if its still unanimous
King shit written while wielding excaliburs...
Masamune shatterer, examine the parameters
confusion...mismanagement of disadvantages.
words were blasphemous while searching for glory
the idea was twisted in the verse of the story..
too ambitious...that's for every version before me.
The parallel, buying whatever is prepared to sell
the highs and lows of the ferris wheel..
got me looking Ferris Beuller
a joke ready when they prepared to fool ya

[UnbornBuddha]

Smoking Cubans in a utopian opiate den.
Ecstatic, hoping to relive the moment again
By musing of times of past to my sober friends.
But remembrance doesn't slow our death
Nor the vast grandeur illusion of openness
I.e. the open minded notions of man.
Hedonistic souls cloaked by flesh
Tangled by existential pandemonium.
The greatest beast in nature's symposium
Roams in our skulls, shaping our corneas
To see this Draconian constellation in euphoria.
The gravity of the situation marked by Newtonians
This world has been short stature since Napoleon.
Stories of man are allegorical quests
Shakespearean metaphors born of the flesh.
My toes curled underneath the beach sand
I never watched the Baywatch reruns,
Lifeguards with complexions of vanilla pecans.
3 AM lighthouse beacon,
Signaling the vain futility of a fleeting eon.
I don't know what piano key my fingers are on
Let the melody deliver the mind-numbing song
That will have you in open mouth awe...

[Mr. J]

Loud thoughts ringing out of the downtrodden
ricochet shots off the glass of the brown mountain.
dont doubt it, just commend the fact for facts
back to back afflicted by a bad case of cataracts
the winnings all about the offense you lay...
with a burner to suckers you turn to creme brulee..
chaos emerald in the land of a million rings.
tripping out of my mind while Im feeling pink...
not the color, the singer, I sling her the copyright.
we rock out, my cock out now thats a party...right?
they say justify your purpose & lay it down for em
mind migrating in melody, murdering every single boredom.
I hit stage 6 with a flawless victory.
you could BBQ as long as my sauce is hickory.
Im lost in Sin City looking for Jessica Alba
why war & worry when theres no sense in the battle.
Kingpin, King Fish laying down some King Shit.
my toiletries are cocaine powdered by a linguist...
or something else, I dont understand the insecurity
but this is the perfect time to binge worry free...
see the world through closed caption
write the winning formula with no passion
the horns just came in...Im so crafty...
put some cheese on that macaroni! Im so happy!
immortalized through a messy work place
un un uhhhhh you forgot the magic word nerd face

[UnbornBuddha]

How I disdain your unnatural stupidity!
The perfect human example of toxicity.
I partly jest, even though your art confesses
The whims that your heart suppresses.
Another dusky evening at home,
Sleeping alone, feeling unknown.
Writing poems to mean something.
In the end you mean nothing.
Just letters garbled into clever prose
That I meant to quote, but I'll rather let them go.
Another wilted yellow rose
Weathered by the cold.
Benumbed by the beautiful words
But now I see your physical curse
More skin deep than a leper's sores.
Blood on your internal floor
Everybody can see and discern your flaws.
A light that you can't turn off
Showing all the hurt since your first fall.
Calling to mommy but she never came
Now she is decrepit and forever aged
Barely able to walk without tearing her tendons.
Feeling emotions that parallel depression
But are different in their hellish sentence.
A descendant of pure recessive genes
That never fitted into the societal scene.
Suicidal teen experiencing bliss inside of his dream.
Tired of going through the same revolving door
Eternal boredom.
Longing and thirsting for the ominous to occur.
Massive anxiolytic dose to calm your nerves.
Talking normally but looking so dull and grey.
Banging your head against the wall
Because your skull inflamed
From your soulless plane of existence.
Its insane to resist it
Let it languish until you convince yourself it was never there.
But you two make the most affectionate pair.
The misanthropist caresses your hair
So convincingly Debonair.
As for them? who cares, let them stare!
They'll never guess whose behind the screen
Just look at how they gloat and idolize things
They enjoy being defined by them.
Nothing wrong with being a mindless being
In some ways its simpler. Almost symptomless.
But alas the simpleton's impetus is never innocent.

[Mr. J]

Gatling rattling, smirking like fuck the witnesses
what sort of shit is this? peep the viciousness.
the range of ignorance seems to be self inflicted
rearrange the innocence, in a sense, health afflicted
heart broken, Pandoras body is sawed open.
bars hoping to be ill suffered from the prognosis...
Odds opus hovering over this strange planet
all I see is a bunch of fools with the same antics
chairs down, paint scratching off of the patio.
Im savvy ho, big daddy o with another happy ho.
my hysterics could send a woman into birthing.
dilated eyes while probing these minor earthlings.
chaotic catastrophe hanging from the overbite.
bandwagon teams with TNT & have an explosive ride.
leaving wet rings on you block heads, no coaster slide.
overrated & overthought, overdoing this overnight.
& you thought it was over right?

Hell nah the game needs to be resuscitated
dont matter what they claim these suckers hate it.
word is they got half of them underrated or otherwise
dont look at this shit like them other guys
I pop shots with a robot dance & a pop lock
if it pops off we can get it cracking like pop rocks
civilized mind riddled by syphilis.
dickheads will get burnt...thats ridiculous

modern thought reaches heights unknown
Olympic flame running where the sun roams
flags producing caskets like when our soldiers come home...
but nah its all gang related from these dumb kids...
what the fuck folk? doesnt the future seem unfit?
if it dont make sense to you...well.....suck dick

[2tripple0]

Right I got lots a shit I wants to post
Like a boat on water my rhymes stays afloat
Y'all just a close second
Swear u gangstas but fake as folk who claim they tokin weapons
Y'all aint learn ya lessons
Bout as useless as an appendix
And I ain't hear ya fantasy trash
Just like some lightning y'all going out in a flash
I'm like history class all about the facts
You be playing games so no wonder ya full of cracks
I ain't one to judge
But y'all be risking ya lives like ivory dealers selling elephant trunk
Best not to hold a grudge
Ya lines gay like hockey games they all filled with puck
And I keep ya frail netcees at bay
Surround you at the waste y'all too weak and i aint one to play
I got y'all lost looking round like ya stuck up in a maze

[Mr. J]

not on my watch buddy.
boy that thing you said sure was funny.
the grass is green & lovely.
look, I beat boxes & the do the dougie.
put the proof above me.
send your share back to the aftermath
I got a dream in a plastic bag.
of course its Fabolous, just ask the fag.
lines so cheap what do they have in store?
some hand me downs & a song by Macklemore.
this is the coin flip...


these tall tales in your head got you twisted bruh.
its your call to flip before you even pick it up
lies that are fabricated & tucked in your penny loafer
that ego face down while this ass up bending over.
tuck & roll genius, watch me puff & blow reefer
lessons that dont make sense from a stuck up old teacher.
red pen to mark up all of your facts soldier
when you see it youll be ready for the passover.
flame to your weak chin, true definition of a glass blower.
the boss need to set you straight & send you to stack cola
get your mind right....get your lines tight...
quit making up words to stay in the limelight.
the suit came tailored with pin stripes.
ready to get it cracking so you wont care again....
get your shins right.....skate

[Vulgar]

Shin plates and chest armor corroborate. Chin placed
squarely between both shoulders, in a Macedonian pose
My classic, homely repose. Ready for the battlefields of today:
The traffic jams, the having to live paycheck by paycheck
Siege rams hitting you in the feels, man
What goes up must come back, so beware of blazing arrows
The real scam is having to craft the bow from your backyard tree
And half-heartedly read religious texts like...
King James' Abraham or Akbar's creed. And I know the name is Muhammed
but nonetheless I'm showing flames to invalids
Because if the golden age is upon us, my shoulder blades can arouse us
or at least help weather the cloud atlas
Wet papyrus, salt water drafts pepper the leopard's iris
Her name was Nefertiti, Egyptian for 'never tires'


Little submarines float in a bathtub like bubbles with rocks inside
Now that’s inconsequential. But if they pop, it’s total homicide
“The Big If” - it’s always the big if! What about The Sizeable When?
Wild packs of man-boars run loose. Let’s blame it on ISIS again
Rather than tear them down
Assimilate the papal shepherds into paper-shredders
And let them reinvent language for the sake of Ezzard
Quillborn, thrice dead.
The most fucking complex thing imaginable ain’t sliced bread
Even set a Kurd on fire. Don’t fret, everything that was said occurred
I learned how to pronounce ‘ether’ in sub-arctic temperatures
I’ve sat down and had meals with men who were lunatic stallions
who wished scimitars and machetes would collaborate on mutual patents
I’ve met metaphysicians who were full of such beautiful talent
Tirelessly calculating the material worth of toothless has-beens
As it turns out, they were worth their weight of exhumed calcium
Pauper or prince? Either or walk with a limp
The ancestral staircase of the House of Usher has fallen to bits
Rock walled structures came before age of concrete
Invaded armies. They debated balking at waging warry
Pagan quarry put a pause on that pavement pouring
Attila the hunter was a hundred times tough; humble too
And weed gone to the ends of the earth without a clue where we’d tumble to...
I learned how to pace storylines by writing my ego into epic tales
By curious prologue: Myth’s a transgender but Legend’s male
Perhaps it’s just a masculine grappling tournament match
And we proceed to pin each other down religiously
Until every sermon is determined as fact, and invertebrates snap
transmit germs when yapped. Overcompensating
Global obfuscation from Germans and Japs. Well, that’s obvious, Kate.
Please don’t rip my throat out yet, I’m just a wolf in waiting
In silence, an ogreish praire; much violence and whoopsy daisies



I identify more with the avant garde crowd now that I’ve been kicked out

[Mr. J]

The spokesmen patrolling the outskirts.
minor ability that will bring us downwards.
Power of Christ in a Chrysler selling chrysanthemums
the writer from a different pantheon...
swinging from the album of Sean Price.
my goal is to figure out what your moms like...
how she is...what she would do for a klondike.
my mind is balanced on a ship resting on the mountain peak
the goal was to be nice even if it sounded mean.
hard work & dedication thats a ploy I share
this is just me passing gas, how does your noise compare?
you need to liquidate & dine through the straw
the conclusions are based on these intrusive thoughts.
save whats left and build a wall to trump them all.
wild card manipulation playing with the theatrics
manic back flip turning this world into a sand pit.
sandworms causing tremors, its the ghoul for hire.
the disastrous, the answer is written with tools of fire.
sinking ships before the battle & the sirens call
drinking jager with your dream girl & throwing fireballs
I demand justice, half of it just lacks substance.
the claims alone cause me to react dysfunction-ed.
dysfunctional functions acting on numerous drugs.
the circle jerk came with the humorous hugs...
with the plateau succumbing to buzz & hilarity.
an oasis under hallucinations, I need fucking clarity.
a drink from the fountain, the foundation is in doubt and...
the mountain crumbles atop the remnants unfounded
dumbfounded, circulation is getting to me, Im heated.
air conditioning my penis like.....cool off dickhead.
pour out the smirnoff & get bent...
I decorate a collage of failure to the burdens
the psychosis of late night benders behind closed curtains.
Mississippis burning & the world keeps on turning.
the alarm just called & now my dinner leaves me yearning.
masticating like a mastadon, a mask & grey poupon.
a slice of life crashing, what page did they leave you on...
the last chapter with the inability to comprehend.
a dose to calm the nerves another for rest, Im popping pills
you tripping, suckers gotta chill & lay off that crocadil
the world is just feeding the flame on this cosmic reel.
toast to the future & find me where the stars are.
with a smile on my face & the echo of the HA HAs

[2tripple0]

Man I'm mashed after peeping that shit
I could built me a house way ya rhymes fillled with brick
Y'all best put ya shit in perspective
Trying to indicate skill but fuck playing a detective
Fuck it I'm sick of this session already
I keep a pump lying about y'all could call me Getty
For real though I can drop y'all in just four lines
And i aint no saint but yo I still question ya rhymes
Ya shit be simple cuz I'm stuck and you ain't blow da whistle
Even da ref don't consider ya shit official
My flows appeasing it keep my spirits up
So I'm building myself a dam still ain't feeling ya floods
Call yaself a champ guess I'm saying so long
Woulda rather dipped outback guess ya ain't feeling a bong

[Mr. J]

Good God what a way to ruin the mood.
someone bring this dudes tutor through.
give him a booster seat & a tube of glue
you going nowhere in this circle...hula hoop
this thread wont inspire like it used to do.
thanks to your type, way to ruin it dude...
everything is going downhill. time is wasted.
rhymes is basic, this is some kind of tasteless...
this noose will boost you to heights to crater...
as you plummet to earth while your bodys under the dirt...
your head snapped back by hundreds of work...
of horsepower, trivial fool this is the 4th hour.
surveillance struggles to piece together the course down to...
hell & such, your thirst for relevance quenched by curses bruh.
the maniacal kept an eye on you
would toast your demise then cry for you
write rhymes & lie for you..
at least you found someone reliable.
this is stage 1 where numerous lives are lost
leaving you short changed, its time to stop

[Vulgar]

Ask me what my report card's like
Swordplay is just a din. Courtyard lights
Adjust again, like you had enough pretend
Using silver bullets for a gold bar heist
In this capsule, rhapsody, holds all life
And in actual, reality - His Majesty's so-called heights
are nothing more than spades in a card deck of dolomite
If you can drop a match in a gasoline deposit
You'll have to wear a mask to reap the profits
Nazarene Goliath. He seemed larger in the pond blue
It breathed harder, when it disarmed you.
Your name was David at the time, shattered preconceptions
& enough windows for the holy ghost to walk through
Rome's repulsive lawn gnomes on a Bedouin plate
The Chosen Ones always tend to come in second place
My tendons crumbled, as I crept above the ledge of Seventh Strait
Anomalies are ranked based on their levels of disbelief
The less you believe, the more likely you are a messiah
Can stir up neighbor nebulae to surround stars you admire
Ursa Major has an entourage and twenty bodyguards
The rock stars were more solid than their webby counterparts
inhale the Carthage fumes at last. We are earth bound.
Barbecuing trash at the junkyard dirt mounds
armament dealings in merc town. Across the states
Across the darkest lakes, where barely visible
is a cross carved into sunken oracle's face
She once foretold of desert clearing I bought in beige
No more corporate board meetings
Unless you'd rather walk a plank
Isn't it interesting how meanings change?
Nowadays cryogenesis could be a heating stage



Miscellaneous notes:

Fait accompli
What's the going rate for a goring?
What pulsates doesn't necessarily do the same for Odin
dimension-based

museums underfunded

an archaeologist's vacation home

[Mr. J]

Paleontology takes its toll when I shape the soul
common misfortunes make me forget where my erasers go.........

My sonnets sob over these ironic thoughts.
river of tears, seven seas & our ionic bonds.
chaotic, supersonic flaw with a gem lost.
horrendous genesis, sensei is a hedgehog...
running through loops & collecting pets.
peer pressured steps in the search for youth.
their senses stressed over work disputes...
stagecoach baggage on the arm of vanity
I kiss her cheek & welcome the calm calamity.
implosive spirits that are exposed in lyrics.
sing a song of sanity to the cloned appearance.
jeer it before its popular & hope to claim lives
trying to orgasm from the rope at the same time...
my fixation with asphyxiation is exasperated
take the good with the bad then its back to basics.
life was all jolly before you made the claims.
these birds need to pull it together & incubate the eggs.
sporadic clapping collapsing each & every combatant
collages of passion splattered against the canvas...
a delicate contraption snapping on any lab rat
we inevitably flashback to when you were a sentient trash bag....
the motions are the same but the garbage isnt
the future is well kept after their posthumous visit
stake claims in the heart of these non-reflections
the craft alone looks like its beyond perfection...
the God is restless striking down these pillars of praise
burden their existence to these mixtures of clay....
& breathe life

[2tripple0]

Right I'm just surveying ya landscape
Like wine I'm something made from grapes
Gots to continue to grow
But it all depend on the seed I sowe
It's funny cats all about vocabulary
But I be crossing oceans y'all could call me a ferry
I'm dope my lines only reinforce that fact
And half y'all cats on some maple shit cause y'all lines are all SAP
It gets irritating at times
But stare too long and like the sunshine y'all cats going blind
There ain't no surface to ya lessons
But I keep it moving like I was a motor call me an engine
Y'all aint being specific enough
But just like o.j. I fitting shit like a glove
It's an awe-inspiring rap that I'm containing
Y'all just some infants ya daddy giving you a spanking
And yeah I realize my rhymes aren't that complex
But you still coming up short like the arms on a T-Rex
It's a bitch living life to the fullest
And so many of y'all out of style ya resemble some mullets
Gotta to reconsider the outcome of this thread
Since it's all twisted up in knots like some dreads
Guess you ain't wish to compete
Gotta put you in the ground like I'm planting some seeds
I'm like a good book you can't stop yourself from reading
Fuck it I'm like a hotplate on the stove it be overheating
And I realize that netcees harbours some dope lyricists
But even the toptier be burning like they was a candlewick
I'm stressing bro I got rivals I gots ta deal with
You like a boring seminar every student in the class wants to skip
You ain't following along best keep yaself in check
Shit I need repellent way ya text attracting the pests
Fuck it don't know if I've explained this thoroughly
But your like a Bank statement it being delivered monthly
Want to claim I'm ugly? But that just cause ya nose be runny
You be a safety hazard call yaself a crash test dummy
Gonna end this shit here
But even with a perfect vision none of ya shit is clear

[Pharaohs Army]

0000

[2tripple0]

Right Holmes i's is loving the references bro
But just like a Blackman yo I'm picking at ya fro
Whatever say ya lines capitalize
But just like inflation bro ya shits always on the rise
But yo ya grammatical efforts is mad interesting and all
But just like a season things come to life in spring and die during da fall
Gotts ta learn how to crawl before ya walk
I ain't trying to throw salt on ya game i's is just doing summersaults
Man maybe I'm sounding a bit aggravating
But usually it's da cats that be fucked up that stay complaining
God please keep ya thoughts when u be posting
I'm like an oven way I got ya moaning
Even if ya lady ain't impressed by my performing
It still ain't boring I'm awake early like the morning
Alright I'm stuck up and completely irritating
I'm like a cake way I be some shit ya baking
I guess I'm at a turning point
But y'all be having flashbacks like a concert with pink floyd

[Mr. J]

WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK BOI!?!?!
someone put a roofie in your drink???
boyyyy you got be tripping on ink bwoi..
take a shower! quick! you stink bwoi...
scattered pictures watching the Ring boyyyy...
got em scared of what the VHS brings...boy...
why do I have to keep it simple for you.
twin towers, someone should open the window for you.
you too plain & it makes me sick to my belly welly
peanut butter time with a can of smelly jelly.
why trying to make this thread look like you
thats why no one responds..they dont want to look at you.
but your still a kid yo, so go read a book.
call that sucker hand, hes pissed, see...hes shook

[2tripple0]

Right that was an intelligent breakdown
J be sealing up zips. Dealers sell it like takeout
All up on it like some moose.
Fuck reading I'd rather write a book.
You be lost but only when you in 1 of my pastures.
I'm like cake boy. See I know you love to get battered.
Shit on kids so much.
Gotta be honest. Most of y'all too irritated to reminisce and stuff.
Call my bluff? Nah I ain't interesting enough.
Thought the waters were calm. But ya text is too rough.
Lol what can I say to improve my game?
I'm like Jesus Christ bro best not use my name to intrude ya lame.
Deliberate like Congress way my shit get passed around
You like an unpaid electric bill. Guess ya blacking out.
Had to reiterate my lines way ya spit recycled and played shit.
I'm trying to encourage you but ya style is gay bitch.
It's too impervious to wreck and destroy ya kid.
Since you say ya ill, but still can't flip shit like a coin since readers avoid stupid.
I'm doing this adlib. you still can't fill in the blanks.
I'm a sharp dagger way I kill you with shanks.
Gotta redirect ya set ups for real though.
I'm like ya wifeys nightgown. All ya flows is see through.
Develop ya shit J. Call you mister but ya really a feline.
Call me a contract but then you realized ya deal getting declined.
It's funny to me cause i's is just a notch beyond this hoe.
Thinks he's got the answers but homie you belong with gnomes.
I'm like HBO you can only watch me if you got cable.
Everyone has a perspective J yours just has no angles.
Gotta retort even though I hate calling you out.
Ya lines be so foul bro it's like ya hitting balls at the crowd
Guess thats why most a ya shit don't make no sense.
J ya lines just make us tense and I'm not talking how you arrange ya text.
Damn man that was horribly difficult to word correctly.
Ya got high hopes Mr. J but yo for real you just be so nerd it's smelly.
I guess that's all I got for this guy.
I gonna provide him with wings but not cause he's fly.