THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Van Damme Piano, kick keys at the lamp post
Split each of the samples, rubber-band flow.
watch that mufucker burn up & bounce back
whats your life story mean without a soundtrack?
Im hot...tell me about the kettle & the black pot
imagine the scene with what settles in the backdrop.
someone tell me its curtains & Ill black out.
my keyboard was starting to hurt & blew its back out
got a nerd degree from down in the trap house
charged by the third degree, graduating class clown.
spend years chasing that paper to light my porch
got the earth in my palm as I try to find my source
putting paper on that magazine whenever I roll up..
& motherfuckers thinking Im talking bout a hold up...
so what....I send smoke swirling to the heavens brah
this is my Trump card word to what seven eleven was.

[Pharaohs Army]

most of what i do, is an Intellectual Activity,
to help improve your Conceptual Pliability,
which seems to be a liability - i'm a bully on the block,
telling everyone they suck, quit rap, &get Busy on their Blog,
women on my cock,
they see me as some sort of Fertility God, "here's some cab fare
-unless you'd like to walk"...

your rough gems? Immeasurably Spooky.
i use them when i polish my Emeralds & Rubies.
it's much easier than reading books &watching Every single Movie.

i've learned it's a small world - learned if you know the right person? u can have-a-guy Killed.
...'n what's funny is No One thinks it's Real.
i've got a serious side, a creative side; but i don't Use it Much.
i'd rather live-stream Cat-videos from my House while they eat Human Guts

[Pharaohs Army]

you have a Clear Fascination with Mere Fabrications,
u think my text is raw-now?! it took Years of Sanitation,
and sick emcees look toward my lyric, like a Curious Cancer patient,
obey my training &your curfews, or find me on stoop like a Furious Master
waiting,
no matter who's president you'll be going to bed eating fritos &masturbating,
yo that wasn't Pharaoh,that was Aero^
I didn't think he would care though.
got more later... but Maybe i'll do it careful

[Mr. J]

Is was just as I imagined, my dreams have shared hope
shared destiny & gave birth to the magic that sleeps in the scarecrow
His words of distraction had me believe Earth is a rare home.
we were born from contraptions hidden beneath our sombreros
our eyes have deceived us, our actions cause us to spare hope
so between the grief Ive received from factions of these embarrassed folks.
its definition is described as deprivation of thought, its not rare though.
society commands the share holds while innovation is brief
as swift as a chair broke tension crumbled by racism in the street
a bucket list with a checkmate that brought the nation to its knees
the erratic thought process of mumbles & jumbles arranged in a suite.
the tempo races as the pianist brings the room to a quick silence
all eyes & voices resume politely while others try to spit righteous
the overture is over your head waiting for you to pay the last bill
if you conducted yourself better you might be able to hold your hand still...

[JESODIST]

My Raps Ill with Mad Skill make you Stand Still like you got dosed on some Damn Pills,
Trynna go up against my rap is like plastic hands trynna Crack Steel,
or likethe family sitting together on their Last Meal, you got as much shock as a Small Eel,
While we generate heat thats a Thousand times the Sun's Core,
If you aint satisfied the Come for More and read the verses that leave your Soul Torn,
From the fiery Coal Born, all the relatives that you So Mourn will be revived in an Instant,
Going through Life so Persistant, these Rhymes are Resistant at any Degree or Level,
make it hot like being on the Scene with the Devil, we drop boulders what you Spit is a Pebble,
that gets smashed in contact with the real Heavyweight, on the Field we Meditate when we Preach to your Delegate,
making your Spirit Levitate into the heights of the Unseen Cathedral,
we fly on the Field like Eagles throwing punches that hit your Skin like Needles,
Forefathers of the Hellish and Doomed Generation, Architecting the Devilish and Obscure Federation,
Disputing remedies and Litigations of New Interpolations,Their methods are Pure Intimidation,
Keep reading and become a Victim of their Impure Imagination, Altering the mind body and soul for Persuing Limitions,
Feeding the jury information that is Inconclusive to the Nation,
Genetically Engineered their siblings are are Dope in the Game, Visibly Smoking Jane, Discretely selling Coke in the Lane,
Got their parent trippin and Going Insane, Supernatural spirit so bright and Soring in Plains,
With an Eyesight like owls consuming all their Bloody Remains, In battle rap sequels I am like Conan with Blades,
Mangle your cap Unmolding your Face, My loyalty can be Proven in Haste,
I know bout the money now just Show me the Case, Judged falsely for the secretive Code we Embrace,
Wiccans who have a use for everything nothing is Going to Waste, We can miraculously ovefturn a Hopeless Disgrace,
There is no telling what we can do with a Pair of Ratchets,Dissassemble your base with the first Wave of Rockets,
Then apply flames to the masses laying in Graves and Caskets, We sell foods that will slowly Break your Sockets,
The slyest keep these Apes in Closets,
Meeting with the highest to Erase your Assets flowing illegally like we Breaking Faucets,
Hear and Plays and Sonnets Angels with bodies covered in Greyish Bonnets,
That fall from the blazing heaven like a Hail of Comets,
You are Way too Spastic we got a team that will clear all your Remains and Wash It,
minutes after leaving the Battlefield, when you see we just Scramble and Yield Out of the Way,
These words so toxic causing your Mouth to Decay, pounding on you on the Ground where you Lay,
like overgrown adults you Know we Don't Play, your lines soft like some wet Mud or Some Clay,
on this game you just a Dud Astray, a colorful picture that Turnt to Grey,
We immediately reject every Word you Say, Before the war we have all been Known to Pray,
but only some Prayers be Answered, the Players we Mastered have you in Layers all Plastered,
about to revive from the Fire like Fenix, the only thing i need is me to Inspire the Remix,
That includes multiple Possessive Spirits, with Aggressive Lyrics that are not into Obsessive Gimmicks,
They have a higher winning percentage like Repetitive Tickets, reaching new heights when we Reject the Limits,
jumping over you like Deceptive Crickets smashing your Repetitive Lines,
We Endlessely Colonize in Minds Baptizing Mimes that helplessly Occupy the Grimes
Of the streets Commiting Horrifying Crimes On these Jeopardizing Times moving forward Hybridizing Kinds...

[Geno]

hybridizing kinds..

third eye inside my minds blind, iris-ist the hind sights
never saw this coming..

[emcee squared]

resident Insomniac inflicting Spinal Tap, your Mind is Snapped,
brain naked like not wearing a Cap,
i Engage Sharply; withh Gauge Shotties,
leave u crazed,
in a Smart Way,
it's been a Long Day fuck your court and politic i'll Buy them Up like shark tank,
both of your Unborn Babies crawl around hunting for Dinosaur Eggs,,
u shameless -use Same words Too much,
this party just started, and u know they got some foods, and h'Orderves,
and i'm an em cee who's starving...for tha beats on,
in the back ground, granite floor and that trap sound,
ts whurr i saw my QUEEN in dark Purple lipstick,
..................n her hair was terrific. she caught me grinning. and money ain't a problem. and neither is buyin her a drink out in the private garden.
c cuz w when we got billionair friends alcoholics what's another lawn or mansion? or weekend..

[Nobody]

Y'all ain't looking so fresh man
Trying to hardcore
Give you 10 seconds till I prove you so sophomore
that anybody that I know
y'all juniors to my flow

I Senior bitch She gave me head soon as I walked in the door

That's what we elite call a scheme
I'm balling till I can fall in green
Quit calling me I'm doing awesome things with all my team
positivity
Gotta get me lots of cream
Wutang said it best
Protect ya neck
I'm chopping heads for disrespect
Been the best fuck you talking bout
Large
Substance amount stuffed in my house
But we ain't trapped here I'm making sure of that
You pussy pur
more than cats
Morbid raps I been holding back
Rollin fat to keep monsters at bay
But they keep digging to the surface uncomfortably
Come for me it'll be nothing sweet You can be a hundred deep dumpin heat
I'm neo and magnito combined
One finger wave could break your spine

[Mr. J]

what is the board to the grind?
what is the source to the rhyme?
what is a quarter to a diiiiiime....


The psychosis of the blind got them tripping
got me sickened, got me laughing at admittance
if you dont like what you see then just listen...
DJ Khaled should send them a track for mixing
if their noodles stick together they aint stirred riiight..
Im mingling with the worst kind, absurd right?
if you dont like it here...go on n use your third eye...
word to the Germans what do your pages burn like?
release the lanterns to the sky & say a prayer boy
you looking for spirit that isnt even there boy
I could drop my shit in the woods.....its more than you can bear boy...

[emcee squared]

Originally Posted by Mr. J

I could drop my shit in the woods.....its more than you can bear boy...

...is this just here, for all of us 2enjoy?,
that was very smooth, when you wrote it, you were poised,
like those annoying boys who we make fun of by choice who generate so much noise,
they were just improving in disguise; the reading was hard on ppl's eyez,
they paid a tremendous price for yapping and rapping about what was actually happening that they had to start exacting,
,more.
big words are quite a chore, when you're just doing things instead of the one,you shouldn't avoid,
i've become paranoid, like big noyd,
i'm a Nobody winning the Peabody, Journalism awards when i seemed-shoddy,
i have an idea, but i CannotReach the Control panel screamed Scottie,
i've been very hard on egypt,
for their decades of military leadership, and obscene abuse of the Quotes when they're not even needing them,
i've purchased a goat, but i'm not even bleeding it.
maybe i'll just fashion- sum cheese from it,
because life's business and occupations have eased a bit.
plus i'm feeling it, no matter at which point the season's in.

[Mr. J]

Move at your own convenience, if the world is lenient...
it will grant you the air allowing you to breathe in.
the cliff is an achievement, the ledge end is for dreamin
watch as the body bounces when its been beaten.
green screens & extended cuts to prolong your direction
may your foundation crumble beneath the asbestos
may you receive the wrong message by bad connections.
inhale deeply...meditate on what will leave you headless.
you a puppet, an apprentice that operates threadless.
your attention span reduces your growth as expected
when I aim at moral fibers they begin to act epileptic
they bound to get fucked someone pass the contraceptive
I raise ghosts & speak in tongues to the cheapened punks
Im in a calm state sober, one that they been dreaming of.

[UnbornBuddha]

A zombie spawned from nicotine and coffee
Since little I wondered why Saint Nicholas was jolly.
This world appeared to be disturbingly empty.
Pain was endless, I received externally plenty
And became distraught with its absurd length.
To overcome it I decided to master Zen
Call me Zen master death;
For I've yet to transcend its eternity.
A sheik absorbing elemental perversities
Wandering the countryside, pondering the other side.
An insomniac uttering the gods will die.
Haven't slept for days, suffering from the thoughts inside.
Dark bags under my eyes, the antithesis color of life.
A diseased angel that God designed
That my earthly mother accepted despite the gaunt design
So, why did I forsook her by living such an unjustly life?
Corrupted mind who needed tough love, a father's hand.
The aftermath was isolation and then cancer's wrath.
Drowning hopelessly, can a man come back from that?
I hope something, whatever it is, answers back.
Meanwhile, I guess I'll take an unconscious nap,
Feeling serene despite the monstrous mask

[UnbornBuddha]

Revive a dead life, by dividing space-time.
In me,
The deity you call God designed the best mind.
I alone hear you cry at midnight,
Don't fret dry your wet eyes;
Everyone dies that's design.
Zen mind, beginning to transcend I
I've left life, I exist to lullaby hell's children.
Give life to anemic frail women,
Sparing them, by inhaling their demons.
Exhaling them as feelings,
Emotions are transformational indeed.
The emaciated breed fading into a dream
Escaping into a disease.
Beliefs contaminate our deeds.
One look, and I can evaluate your creed.
I postulate a thief will be what ends you.
Sad part is he'll be someone special
Your best friend who will show no mercy.
But, just like Zeus told Hercules
You must leave mortal clingings,
If not, how will you taste the immortal sweetness
I purified myself by being engorged by a phoenix
The orb of my spirit became an aura that's hidden.
Former Olympic champion, formally undefeated.
The form of limits we learn are for the wilted.
I told a crippled turn your tilted leg out,
let your disorder have meaning.
The spell of torturous illness is a force of healing.
A lotus flower can grow in a forest of demons.
It's natural to have doubt,
But, once you see it, you'll actually believe now.
Yet, until then be skeptical and critical.
Explore the dimension of the physical
Test and hypothesize.
Gaia is a realm meant to find how we're like.

[emcee squared]

There once lived a rapper name emcee squared. Who had2 always had to bring the proper temperament and attitude.
Cuz like BOTH edward norton movies pharaoh was a little Bitch - & couldn't handle it.
Cuz I'm just having fun, & he's getting inta satan shit,
he doesn't believe in spirits. he doesn't believe in spirits. but even if he Did, that's okay.
cuz she's kind of a good luck charm, looking out for him.
interested in him- enough to not tease maliciously.
and then faraoh's says. hmm, what would i rather do today? put together uncomfortably dark ideas into written form, and pretend it's normal?
or do Something Normal; do something in life that isin't art for arts sake, a journey 'till we part ways..., but none of it is happening.
&then faraoh Sez - yeah this is gr8 ideaz but i donno wut i'm doing.
I need emcee squared - cuz He knows what he's Doing,
Welcome Your Producer.
esteemed editor, and the easiest freestyles ever.
it's not midnite, and it's natural to Cry. don't ever set me up
wheni have2dothings for these guys.
-which is a Lot-
cuz theycan hardly write... i'm bizzy- i'mNoteventhat pissd
n then u say- Did I encourage This&Can I ever think of LIPS?!,
&then i tell my doctor: his Diagnosis Missed.
&then i ask my doctor-
Y. He Is doing this,
his spirit must be cleansed.. i'm doing the Opposite.
buddha wasn't stopping it, because beauty, is basically impossible,
in a relative sense
at least
that's what one of my relatives said
"come,
rest your head."
and clutch this cross
as you rest inside your bed.

[asylum]

A cloud opened, revealing a strange figure,
Face disfigured, he limped to the shrine he touched with a finger,
The ceiling opened revealing the heavens and hell in between,
You could hear the demons in hell as they screamed,
Each fell into pools of acid composed of their sins,
Smoke rose in moments frozen in time feeding their demons within,
As the floor opened a thousand soldiers arose,
Crushing the skulls of nomads around enclosures they hold,
A child lay motionless froze, exposed to the cold,
In the hands of soldiers they hold their key,
To enormous scenes across the great plains,
Buffalo steaks brains cabaza lengua and maze,
Brought back to their tipis where they smoke in a daze,
Lost in their chosen page, exposed to a change,
Souls aren’t vanquished by the elements cuz the chosen remain.
but the time betweens a line that we often ignore,
lost in the fog of war, life's lost and scorned.
Pages lost and torn. Yet the same stories so often born.
Once we learn to stop ignoring history, we'll stop it's form..
yet, who stops to mourn.. Many, it's true.
Dial your radio to your hegemony's tune..
I'm lost in the News.

[Quarter O]

Originally Posted by asylum

A cloud opened, revealing a strange figure,
Face disfigured, he limped to the shrine he touched with a finger,
The ceiling opened revealing the heavens and hell in between,
You could hear the demons in hell as they screamed,
Each fell into pools of acid composed of their sins,
Smoke rose in moments frozen in time feeding their demons within,
As the floor opened a thousand soldiers arose,
Crushing the skulls of nomads around enclosures they hold,
A child lay motionless froze, exposed to the cold,
In the hands of soldiers they hold their key,
To enormous scenes across the great plains,
Buffalo steaks brains cabaza lengua and maze,
Brought back to their tipis where they smoke in a daze,
Lost in their chosen page, exposed to a change,
Souls aren’t vanquished by the elements cuz the chosen remain.

The picture you painted.... WOW..All i can say. I got some work to do. WOW

[Adverse]

I got them all turning, puttin' in work on their vertebrae
Just to see the vessel putting these words so great...
Further the stakes, spit a verse and raise the murder rate
Whether they discern me as hero or villain, i've earned my place
I ain't holdin' no fire, I impose on them as a explosive leviathan
Posers will die by 60 shots from my .24, Kobe retirement...
Locked in an asylum, coffee mug across the prison bars
You can't put up fences when you don't know what your limits are
I crush this pen in my hand, an undefeated emcee..
Hit you with this clip and remove you like a deleted scene

[CopyPat]

the best rhymer who did it, at the best rhymer position, in the best rhymer division of the best rhymer olympics.
i'm the best rhymer, forget it. my best rhyme when i'm spitting is ten times to infinity, so check mine cause i'm killing these. arrest mine its a felony.

[CopyPat]

I'm Rex Ryan potentially.. except I'm an offensive genius. my best side is defensively, I mess minds up, it's mentally......retarded to think about. I'm farther than big amounts, i'm Harvard with bigger clout, with honors and really stout. your marks are just shitty, wow. i'm partly considering how you even started this spitting joust with ur partly disfigured mouth....but its not hard to be figured out, I'm Barkley, you're Pippen.. ouch.

[Mr. J]

In a recent dream I dwell with the forgotten souls
while a piece of me likes to rest on the departed road
the other screams & needs to be in this awkward role.
suffering from indecency as the spirits are walking home
I roam leisurely, while I speak into the philosophers stone
skip it into the seas serene ideals as I watch the flow...
I seize the monarchs & trade shells with the sea urchin
I communicate through a lost art that almost seems urgent
while the seams bursting from my feral genes...verses...
the condor seduces the pop tart, all you believe is worthless.
the tower crumbles beneath a foreign tongue & trump stamp
let the ink pen sink in where we touring from, word to Dunlap
unhand me you damn dirty ape Im trippin off my banana peel
everyone who had appeal appeared after the gagging reel.
send the chills with the cold sweat Ill leave your soul vexed
get your home wrecked by basic instincts & bold text.
my can do attitude is a crap shoot waiting to get ran through
Shashank scandal with a map to the end of act 2, damn you.
the chia pet is growing tired of the recent stress
leaving my Pika stressed, I know...its shocking to be content