THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Punch hit Pacqiuo
back seat with Jackie Brown
Helga Patacki sound
These rhymes. hand me downs
Bill Murray pulling Caddys out
crews be standing down
film from the grassy grounds
on the grassy knoll
watch the automati blow
hit you where the fattys go
fuck with me wacky flow
but don't distract me though
look at him that crafty folk
Carrying writers like a sherpa
hitting harder than Big Bertha
RIP call it murrrrdddaaaaaaaa
word to Ja & Jus Allah
& Rakim the God

[JESODIST]

That angel that appears in the Dreams of Ceasar, Living in hell everthing we Speak is Deeper,
Self sustaining concience no longer Needing Reefer, Leave a Fevered Cheater hanging from a barn like Jeepers Creepers,
The Wicked Deceiver Beaner who is Really Eager to Beat a Cheater with Sharpened Cleats and Cleavers,
He has seen the Spirit of the Weeper, Think your Sicker? With a style Putrid and outdated like Speaking through Beeper?
Step to me and your next assignment will be to Meet the Reaper,
The biggest mistake you made was thinking a Student can never Beat the Teacher,
Scheming lethal from Unseen Cathedrals,
A monster emerging from Fiery Lakes Inspired by Greats to Retire the Fakes,
Swimming in rivers of cash from the Most Corrupted, The Flows Constructed are Bombs Thrusted,
In the Souls Encrusted hammering till the Dome is Busted,
A captain aboard the Schemes are the Cleverest, while everything you Bring is the Tenderest,
I'm branded pronouncing a gory rep invoking Spirits adrift in Mount Olivet,
My Rap is Astounding the wrath of the Gods unfolding, So deep got the monster in the Lochness Drowning,
Wire money to my Account and keep D Madness Going,
Derange soldiers watching you Die in the Course, Dispatch flamethrowers Frying ya Corpse,
Beside your skull Inscribe is a Curse can't Gain a hit his Timing is the Worse,
When i was at threat at large Spooking Campers, you were still stressed with dad Pooping Ur Pampers,
A Rookie at Best stupidly Groving in the Mess, The master player Move him like Chess,
Stop his non sense by putting a Bullet in his Chest, North South East I'm even Ruling the WestDevil
Father of Damnation who love to slaughter and Alter God's Creation,
A Growing No Going back Infestation Addicted to All Manipulation,
Against him you find No Protection, He got the Most Conections,
With a team of scientists to Inspire with Inventions,
Take you to a place where there is No Redemption,
Adict or a con he Got your Dire Medication,
On the very top of the Congregation is where the Sire Station,
Darkening and Probing the Entire Nation,
Plotting Wrath in a Firey Path of Devastation,
The Unholy Trinity closely guarded by malevolent spirits that aid Him in Battle,
Feast your eyes on the crown with gems that Gyrate and Sparkle,
Unleashing the breeze and tides till you Break and Dismantle,
Damage he cause Creating the Trouble that make you Break in your Bubble,
On his palms the burning power of the sun Raised to the Double,
He Laughs watching you baal through the Maze and the Rubble,
When The Horn God is So Mad he leaves you Torn Bad,
He has Legions of Soldiers in the Dark all his Minions and Followers are Marked,
Terrorizing Regions after escaping hostel leaving the Corridors Charred,
A Perfect Sublime Sculpture towering over yor Spine Ruptured,
Titanium lungs Exhaling Fire and Sulpher,
Which you Inhale unable to escape endless supply of Mind Torture,
The most Hated in Command with Bayonet on Hand use to Separate your Glands,
Humming mantras giving birth to tornadoes that Devastate the Lands,
Encarcerating Bands Swinging Flaming Wands that Blaze your Strands,

[Mr. J]

Your face can taste the hand of this abrasive man
my spirit came from an ancient strand of forgotten greatness, damn.
got the FBI chasing vans with surveillance cams...
waiting with invasion plans to take over the building, hanging back.
the wise are sitting on vacant land with a cane in hand.
writers should be taking a class instead of making these raps
Im basing these facts off of ingenious, & ingenuity...
then as I work my way back through I do it fluidly
whose better you or me, there is not better truthfully
you sat there looking like this is such a rubix cube to me
how do I make it sound nice while still doing me?
how do I use this rhyme & show the beauty seen?
whats the difference between life & the human tree?
nothing, the radiation emitting of your thoughts are nothing new to see
I hear the cries of forgotten seeds from the roots ya see...
something something darkside the world hasnt a clue or scheme

[Pharaohs Army]

i can fill in the blanks if you like. just need a page of your life and a smidge of my time. i'm a toddler who's a good rapper so i love capitals is that a good answer? doctor told me there's no such thing as a good cancer. and there was nothing particularly poignant about the musings of a mad hatter. every1 just laughed at him. some would say he had potential, but most said- he can't hack it.
i can do that in my sleep; it's that average- write a topical from my dream, or an open mic piece,about my bad habits.
it's Sad axshley: misspellings everywhere, to the point where it's ghastly.
and every single1of the mad hatter's Battle opponents look past-him,
all except for maybe Alice.
&that lonesome Princess in the palace - who Wish a prince would come&grabher

[Pharaohs Army]

why must you suck me in like godfather 3 here's a little verse to Tuck you In,
what's that Above your Chin?, alot of pride from your Gums Again,
i feel as though i've Enabled You,
why D ya listen to me?- i'm Loco Dude,
who's to say i'm not a troll with Social Tools who Spoke To You &made you comfortable,
who's to say i don't actually Study Witchcraft, &use it on your bitchass,
poopy diapers?, i have a Sick Dad 'n that Shit made me Mad,
i showed it to him on his Bed he told me to stop wasting time with the Alphabet,
i said "ok dad, i'll just spend time with alpha males & all their raps".
he said "Weave Me A Story",
but Please make it Gory, and leave the Punctuation Aside,
at Least make it Normal
for the Sake of my Eyes, otherwise,
i'll have to Crush you on something Paranormal, unlike those other-guys who Do it Formal...
(me&dad haven't seen Eye ta Eye in quite some time),
don't worry i was jus messing Around with this Rhyme,
-Wasn't i?,
i'm a Rubber Guy,
Lookit this Glue tht Sticks to You,
everything you say, bounces off me, and right back at you,
finders keepers!,
i found some weird raps, but i don't want them- cuz theyre for Old Geezers,
i don't even like the way they sound in my speakers,
crumble'em Up in a Ditch whur i found my sneakers,
if you don't give a shit, about my negative feedback,
let's just make it physical i'll Snap your Weak neck,
go to your mailbox Collect your Last three welfare checks,
find some hunnies on which to Spend the Bread,
before we Bend the Bed, which occurs after she give Tremendous Head,
rapper battleme 2 infinity- i'm Never Dead,
and if i was, i'd write the Sickest obituary you'd ever read,
and handicap myself for fun -with a damaged pen,
a Faulty Mic 'n a page from writers,we should All Be like,,
'n i already know who's Reading The Eulogy,
it wouldn't be u. You'd be reading it stupidly.
the eulogy would include what we've done for the world, musically.
your depth would not encompass what i've done for this site lyrically,
it would not console my mother, who's cared for dad- wearily,
would not console my counselor, whos helped you meditate, tantrically,
i think he's just giving you Sedatives Actually,
they aren't really help, because you seem to be rapping Aggressively,
...I think you act out intentionally.
do you copy other boys in class?, is this what you Expect of me?,
I decline; respectfully.
now watch as i Transform until i can't Anymore.
you wouldn't recgnize me and i'd be a bore.
and there wouldn't be a casket it would just be a floor.
and i'd be lying there alone, asking if something went wrong
with one of my poems or one of my songs,
you don't need a fanboy &he jus need his bongs

[Mr. J]

I dont need brunettes cause I love blondes
I dont bust shots homey I just drop bombs
I dont trust the law, but my lawyer a thug huhhh?
I wont bust ya jaw, but Ill bury you undaaahhhh
the ground boy, look they just another brown boy
blap blap there goes another loud noise...
better get down boy hug the ground boy
batter on the mound boy, blap blap...
another loud noise...

[Mr. J]

There is a masked man in the backyard of the graveyard
weaved into a lanyard, a yards length to the 8th brah...
guarding the queens bridge, a squadron of brave-hearts.
whatever is crossed is burnt, revenge is in a seance...
a voodoo doll with a broken arm & a vast puncture wound
who do you give your luncheons to? another buck or two
what it do? dont trust the truth over another busted tooth
get your bubbles popped in a blood bath with a rubber goose
bombaclot a boy, Pastor Troy with a spatula...
cat has 9 lives with 8 legs nicknamed tarantula
aisle 7 has a spill someone call the 65 yr old janitor
plus aisle 4 & 3 need assistance for 2 idiots, 1 Manager...
0 disgruntled employees for a few weeks, wow...
put the purse away & pull them rupees out.
Im smashing vases in a green suit, new town
the chickens is flying at me when they angry
them same kids living it up on the same street
forget 6 you gotta bury them around 8 feet
bury 10 on the 12th, kids from 14 to 16
drop out by 18 & focus on 20 bags & 22s
they 24 now but by 26 they got 28 kids..
some is friends but most are 30 year old adults
it was like them idiots were forming a cult
bunch a nerds worshiping the dark arts of the occult
I got a bad tooth that needs a break...kit kat...
a trip with Alice wondering where the trix at?
playing mismatch with a pistol with major kick back
Lazy Boy shuffle all the way out to the mix lab
my helmet needed a chin strap for that thick ass
another sick dab, bro Im where you get tripped at
listening to Riff Raff pleading the 5th over my 5th yak
get your wig clapped with encores & giftbags..
whiplash...shit mac, pit pat dig dag yim yam

[2tripple0]

Yo I'm dropping lines while I'm on the decks
All you doing is attracting the pests
So I packed some repellent
When people view my battles they like ya verse was excellent
Even though I rarely win legitamently
It's like I didn't mean that I did it accidentally
Lol that's usually why I post in the ba and the cypher threads
But if u out of focus I'll provide you with a lense
And usually life is honest and speaks for itself
But you need something to feel like someone who is deaf
Gonna continue to fight this out
Even though my bars filling you with doubt
I gotta apply my wit
U just too busy downloading bitches with naked pics
Go on and try ya best
I'm like the sun cuz I'm heading towards the west
Gotta wait my turn
Like something in the third degree u about to burn

[Mr. J]

whatever you are on is none of my concern
I observe, another insecure writer on the curb
lost in worst expectations, if it rains...
the worm will squirm at a inches pace.
outlook on life is same shit, different day
by those calculations you drop at a pigeons rate.
fushnickens in the dinner plate wrapped in a napkin
sad faces & their pride is packed in with a bag spin
tied handles, they need to work on delivery
open doors for these old folks displays of chivalry
I have a hangover into someones coffee cup
wake up the staff & work the whole lobby up
my choose moves end with my Rodneys bruh
my Pokemon spit flames so call it a charizard
speed demon on the track in a new foreign car
what what.....what what...

[Detriment]

Future shit,
delorean bars with more force then when count doku's pissed
I'll go viral and get on youtube's list, More psychic powers
than a mewtwo pissed, I'm aimless but I'm not nameless
when you are reading this, heinous but not quite famous,
Just a regular pain in the anus that's still in training...

[Mr. J]

I swing with gorillas & I bat like the majors
chilling in some chinchilla put a stack on the Gators
started my own fundraising to send Shaq back to the Lakers
you bout that cheese send a rat pack at your wrappers
backpacking with a chapter from up north in the woods
they dress all white, burn crosses with torches in the woods
not to get metaphorical but a bunch a horseshit in the woods
if you got a stain on ya ass go off & worsh it in the woods
them freaks get abortions in the woods, intercourse in the woods
all types a camouflage is like the Porsche of the woods..
how...idk..

[Mr. J]

Sight piercing through the armor like nothing.
if your bike jumping the Grand Canyon then Christ is coming.
the dice is tumbling & the bets are all off
but it seems like my actions set in the holocaust
blessed to get dollars off them lottery tickets
if pride came 100 percent you can bottle me in it
Im a faulty gymnast on the verge of drunk boxing
somewhere between wallflower & socialite tough talking.
the Buzz Aldrin of all this, Im second in command
a substitute with a sub to shoot & lecture from my hand
I does my dance, a dancing scrub & a wet tshirt
my tomb is my lazarus as my days is set in reverse.
Im sending each verse at the head of all your followers
it looked like that room came with a wall of monitors
talk about paranoid amirite?

[asylum]

Life is such a strange trip, cut from a film strip.
Superimposed across the scenes where your futures enclosed.
It's a long drop to the bottom and far from the top.
Another spice in the melting pot.
Connect the dots, dot the eyes and cross the T.
Spell out the name of your personal monstrosity.
Define it with a pet name, conform to your own ideals.
Keep it in your closet, for your own amusement.. concealed.
It gets real when reality sets in. Imbalances wreck men.
Toss the horseshoe at halfway, releasing at the perfect mark.
upward angles strangle the best of men with vermin hearts.
You learn to start over and refresh at the start of right and wrong,
just to find out you were right all along,
the highlight of our song.

[JESODIST]

The Rap Coach weapon that God forge will burn them with a Damn Torch till they All Scorch,
Snipe them out while they sit in their Moms Porch,
This is no less than Vicious Lyrical Fitness from the Invisible Seamstress that enter the Critical Sick Mess,
To battle Against these Whimsical Witness snapping their Physical with Quickness,
We Wreck Them, everything we Text? Gems, Sicker than Meth Injections,
Spit that whack shit and the only thing you will Get is Rejection,
We the ones who will win the Next Elections, If we die then Expect Resurrection,
The Ruler of Time Adrift in a Next Dimension,
Crudest Defined Coolest you'll Find Inspect the Perfection,
The buddha of rhymes like neurons in mind with Complex Connections,
A forgotten Twisted Alliance Probably Thinking Defiance Plotting and Killing in Silence,
Dreams of Hacking people to death with a Kitchen Appliance,
Pay keen attention to the one that Kills you in the Show,
Who plants a seed of destruction then watch it Beautifully Grow,
Faster than a flash of lightning while you Pitifully Slow,
With barely any energy left like a battery thats Critically Low,
Teleport like Azazel from X Men born in Hatred Rebelling,
Inspire hawking with the Contagious Tale that I'm Telling,
Make the hulk envious with the amount Rage I am Expelling,
Your raps are whack at best getting no sale they aint Wasting a Penny,
A War Chaser like Darth Vader Instead of battling to death with a Sad Flamer,
I'd rather try and discover new planets with the Help of a Star Gazer,
The Sublime Apostle my Rhymes are Collossal,
Get violent next and stuff a Knife in your Tonsils,
Blaze you to ash then mail your Wife all the Fossills,
My mind is a sanctuary for the most Savage of Monsters,
That Ravage your Muscles like Salvaging Morsels,
My treasure is hidden inside the Walls of Ancient Castles,
Decorated with severed heads Hanging like Tassels,
Whoever got beef with us be ready to be Concealed in a Tomb,
Our style is unborn like a Fetus Deep in the Womb,
Trynna step to us and get Ripped with Harpoons,
Narrative Doomed you Passive Baffoons suck like Massive Typhoons,
We spit in the morning nights and can do this Shit until Noon,
Talk big now you gotta Deal with his Goons,
I'm a Pandemic Thug experimenting with Psychodelic Drugs,
Assaulting enemies with Arsenic Slugs,
A Helish Rogue walking over a carcass like a Smelly Rug,
Alien from another galaxy gettin Senses Probed,
Taking refuge in the Shadow of Death Possesing a soul that blindly Follow my Steps,
Trailing Yonder millions gather to witness the Miraculous Event,
To Hail the Commander of all the Diablos that were Sent,
To Take over earth in the Eternal Battle,
I am that one that the Kings are Awaiting,
Composing rap so hot that Demons are Baking,
A masterpiece on the Making your altered Dreams Infiltrating,
Time for you bastards to Seize all the Hating,
The bars drop are Infinite like a Sideways Figure Eight,
Weighing tons causing Femurs to Break,
Complex like the way your Interior is Shaped,
We be the truest that be Stacking them Gats,
Doper than cooking Crack in them Pots,
Bash your skull with a Racket of Bats,
Then use your brain that Splat to feed the Starving Cats,
We got what you need come and Take a Sample,
There is no outshining the Glaze we Unravel on a Sacred Battle,
Smash your Frame with a Paddle till your displayed naked bare Laid and Dismantled,
This cowboy should Stay on the Saddle,
I am jason from Crystal lake leaving you Shaky an Wobble,
By the Insane you get Trample put your Brains in a Mantle,
Strong Integrity Battle Raw with Intensity,Riding a dragon to the Wanted Destiny,
I'm that brother that will Wreck you in the Ring without Expecting a Thing,
living a vanity free life Rejecting your Bling...

[Mr. J]

Your scent is remarkable, I smell your spirit
I smell your soul as it blows by so I can hear it
I can feel your nearness, your blindfolded tactics
those tears that roll into a small bowl of bat shit
what you gon know is that Im a pet detective
allow me to reverse that, that last sets defective
what you wanna know? my last syllable a accident
I gave puffy my demo, all it had was a Big Mack in it
I gave my homeboy a drink full of liquid laxatives
that was the last time I figured out where Aspen is...
its in Colorado, plus I found out John Denver is full of shit
just like you whenever you feel them bullets hit....
I suffer from dementia & schizophrenia, wheres my burrito
my last living room set suffered from my friends in Repo
my hands dig up dry land searching for the closest peep hole
I just wanted to say hi to all those beneath me.....taquito

[emcee squared]

when Diablo Instructs me i Do His Bidding. Do you see why there is no Master in our cult?- We r just winning.
real blood Spilling
in the theater, on the ceiling.
I sit at(the)high counsel of Da God'o thee Undaground,
it doesn't take much,to get the crowd aroused...
and all i do is fuck,with these groupies around.
except when i'm out,contract-killing assignments- but i couldn't be found.
compared to my crew,nothing you can Do is Profound.
we don't need all day Take,we jus hit the studio whenever we around.
i'd rather make tracks than deal with you faggot ass clowns.
i never back down, &unlike you,i never rap dumb.
Relatives who Own,over 70 Guns,&Wouldn't Hesitate To Sell Me one.
i'm a "mole in the heavens".
a witness for the evidence, of when Pharaoh&Jesodist
conquer Both Hemispheres lemme make this Crystal clear,
my crystal ball says i shoot u wit dis Pistol Here,
and mail appendage of yours,2your wife like a souvenir,
anyone in contact with me,is doomed for years,
own Several Artifact of Aztec Spears,
in rap, i appear, give battle rappers Heart Attacks,rip appendage,Shark Attack
i'm so good i catch my flow even If i started bad
and if i created a character you wouldn't even believe it cuz i wrote it bad,
i don't take kindly to Punks with That Show Off Trash,
self immolation or spontaneous combustion,leave your Bones to Ash,
It Isn't really that Difficult a task.
You fools, are miserable, and whack.
I'm licking shots at the back of posers.
Material wealth is what I want for starters.
The crack is harder. With a purer product, in baking soda &water.
My boy, make 900, to 1,000.
&That was just one night, and it was after we cut it.
i buy it wholesale from thee Essays; they know the Best Ways that Crack's Made.,
i'm a precision surgeon the way the Track's Made,
if i hit your rib cage it's your Last Day,
i talk alot,but my gat wants to have it's say,

[Mr. J]

Take this image to the framer, the thought to the painter
if dudes go postal like the mailer, go ghost in the eye of the laser
I christen wigs with a reboot, sanitation with a repeat use.
the mind is so peaceful, the hovering silence just completes you.
the shells speak to you & seep through a blind heart & thick skull.
it binds up skillful artistry with evil, good minds rot in a wig, oof...
the smile is sickening & causes the nausea to kick in with quick hits
I hope the world remembers this offer & realize its a living to witness.
this is to the innocent victims, the dirt that rests beneath my heel
the earth that tests my very will, not knowing how easy itd feel...
the tension breaks on a coin flip, laughter continues where the noise is
look into where the void is that will end your utter annoyance...
I send a pair of nickels with your soul. I hope you drink from the river
I hope the ink sinks in your liver & sends you on the brink of a sicker....
sickness, my world came in an obtuse tunnel vision...
my corner feels empty, I feel confused & huddle in it.
look at these problems that lay buried in another foxhole
a number 3 combo upsized my deep dish isn't from Chicago
its from today's tomorrow, tomorrows endlessness isnt odd though..
everyone like easy shit, give them there daily dose of prunes
what, what, what.....get them some x lax with toast & soup...
curse their sickness its twisted, I cant hear the last word said
I cant scheme past the last word said, I missed it, believe I did it.
kiss them good riddance, I shitted from the height the blackbird left
quote the raven, smoke a camel & run through the jungle real quick
nevermore, it was never a scandal but I know the puzzle can feel it.

[JESODIST]

Hello my Name is Bobby sniping you with a Gage and a Shotty,
Scared of No Body, Being Enrage is my Hobby,
My Pappy once caught a thief and left his carcass Flamed in the Lobby,
Demonstrating like Ghandi, Sometimes I think that Satan is Godly,
Wierd and Cocky You couldnt duplicate this flow If I Mail you a Copy,
The Verse we be Building is carefully crafted like a Sword that I'm Wielding
Going Up like the Ceiling and above from the Clouds they be Spilling,
We don't Rumble with Weaklings who can't cope with most of the Trouble we Dealing,
Astound with Teachings give you Double the Beating and Crumble your Feelings,
We don't Deal with Gats have the Scene Mapped and your Dreams Hacked,
Simply don't read the bars if you don't Feel the Raps that will have your Being Feeling Trapped,
If we don't like the environment we Quickly Warp into a Mysterious Dimension,
where only the chosen are aloud to confront the Superior Selection within Serious Tension,
enemies Unknown to your Region, We Dethrone your Minions Controlling the Legion,
Like a Master with Ease constructing a new World like Elysium, No Matter the Disease your Blood is our Serum,
Your verse is trash and don't measure up We are So Uneven, I lecture a world like a boss you just a Dud and a Peon,
The True Unbeatable Born Heathen, Your moves are so predictable you should Come with a Beacon,
The Father of Vader with reaches Further and Greater, Possessor of all Martyrs and Haters flying Under the Radar,
Flows are Crafter of Craters in the chest of those Staggering Haters that be After the Major in text thats so fresh I'm practically Manufacturing Flavors,
If the judge is actually against us in this time we Alter the Favors, Pound your style and have it Flatter than Papers,
Only acknowledge the Gods that we Cater, Generate enough Current to Shatter the Breakers,
Have a recurring insurgent Battered with Sabers, Split apart with Lazers splattered and Scattered in Layers then Slaughtered by Gators,
Rap Generator, Tank Operator on the Dark Meditater, Crude Prosecutor brutally entombing a Few Annihilator Sooner or Later,
Seuing a Hater Burn through the competition till they Oozing like Vapor,
To you just a simple dog with Dream Blog, Herding the Unseen Flock as proud as a Peacock,
Riddled with thoughts of bashing your skull with a Steel Block, my style is wired making you Seem Shock,
Punches make your Shield Crack, Act like a Thug and I Splatter your Blood,
The supreme being on the Scene Feeding with demons Teaming to give you a Mean Beating,
Spitting it Gore Feed me some More, how can you kill something that Lives in your Core?
Everything i am Preaching is Gold, to you Really Cold,
monitor your movements while your Reaching the Goal,
The Monser is Near, I hope your Soul is Prepared to do the inevitable Conquer the Fear,
Win all the battles and leap Over the Clear,
If you got this on lock where the Fuck is my Share?
You lieing pieces of shit should be Struck with some Shears,
I am not just Here to Feed, You should thank for the Air you Breath,
Drop your Rep like Abortion, Drink Deadly Potions, Cause troubles of Epic Proportions,
The hero of the day getting you Played like Accordions, I am subzero in the game Beheading Scorpoins,

[CopyPat]

I’m drinkin a beer again… cause something is wrong with me
Inkin these lyrics when drunk and I’m vomiting
Need a frontal lobotomy more than a bottle in front of me
But my style is so sick I need a doctor to cut in me
My noggin is dumb with these... I’m nutty with flows
Got nausea from stomaching the ones that we wrote
No wonder we gross, and rhymes is just horror
The lump’s in my throat from viral disorders
My mind is distorted and kinda retarded
And the lines of my poems would widely support it
Highly contorted, the style is so twisted
With a variety assortment of rhyming conditions

[Reza]

I keep it going like handle's broken
Handle spoken like i handle written...
Text i flex.
Leave everything from ya skull to your sandal's splittin
Hold my candle different. Love exposing my flesh to hot wax
Lot of cats are ill.. But this bill of health says you're not that
Jot raps on ya chick's back while her and my girl chit-chat
Sit back and watch em get it poppin.. No bow wow or tic-tacs