THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[emcee squared]

When i rhyme-cypher your mind shatters.
I said,
I'd retire.
But that was just a trance state.
To keep Pace, n zero-a-denominator.
For infinite. levels of knowledgeable replies ta the talented, the honorable. the merit-able.
Who try to make it easier for me ta choose my audio Production show...
with foul, impromptu flows. and cameo's, whenevr they chose.
When's the next time i'll be online. whenever, i suppose.
What makes you keep try'ng. when you fight - the american Editors.
You are a sicko; you've chosen both pathways.
Battles n topicals........like whenyou were a Child u had the best of both Worlds, soda. bottles&popsicles.
Your soldier almost went to the hospital.
Yet another pathway you've chosen, on this vicious quest.
.....Civil War wounds won't heal, without. amputation.
When i turn the page, you hear the burning rage of a lyrical assassination.
m the quickest draw in the north.........................Settling debts with mercernaries in the south.
I alredy kno what writers&emcees r gonna Saybefore the words come outta there mouth.
I do other things than just beside brag. but i guess, that's what the end of this1 was about.

[Mr. J]

Ill put your friend in a house, send him a couch
tell him sit down! cuz...dont I look fresh in a crown?
Im a blessing & proud, when Im addressing the crowd...
Im sending them clouds of powder, blessings, ahchow...
or achoo, you flat footed rap dudes could get clapped too
my Mac use shows when I tap tap tap tap tap through.
battle you? bitch I wouldnt even respectfully clap at you
my cuts could be observed as abortions from a blind swordsman
putting an end to it like forfeits or when you pussies bloods coursin
warning...why they tryna stick me from my paper..
damn...put it on the pad and save that shit for later.
who backing you blood? they should call them tampons
whose tryna get their rap on? you...you...you...none of these suckers
you couldnt strike up heat with a matchbox,,,naughty fuckers

[emcee squared]

If your survivor, you're a lucker. Higher quality wooden. Anywhere,strike matches. I guess, you can rap it, slow, medium, or rapid.. I've bundled. The giga bytes from this site, and most professionals find, the writings are vapid. I've got a raffle-ticket bundled up in a neat little package. I guess my goal, isNot to be repetitive.. My adrenaline, mainly comes, from the fact that I'm a specialist. You're welcome..
?What came FIRST,YOUR CHICKENOR EGG
You seem to be only concerned. With dissing women on the rag.
I don't need to be winning on the reg: I just do whatever I want, and in the end, the result?,will be exactly what I should 've made..

[JESODIST]

What you should have made was an endless and Exquisite Collaboration,
That we can present to the remnants in the Linguistic Nation,
So that they may all Witness the Designation,
of how thoughts emerge without Hesitation like the Slickest Interogation,
They should receive it with the Quickest Ovation,
Time to show you the Plain and True Art,
Even creatures of the night Complain that its Too Dark,
Leave you lying on a Terrain in Two Parts,
Doomed in Wrath here to Obscure the Path,
The lavish truth of minding Bending Creativity,
See through the Glare of the Lucidity,
All you managed to do is Offend me with your Stupidity,
You say you bring beef yeah you Smell like Cattle,
Step to me and Watch the Hell Unravel,
Beat you on your Head with a Paddle,
Go to Extreme like no one is Reffing in Battle,
The people voted for Me on the Election,
Against this Linient Ejection Your rhymes receive Immediate Rejection,
With rap at this stage the Master of Spells will bring the rage at a Gangster in Hell,
Lock you up where you Actually Fell for not wanting to Answer the Cell,
Here with the Wrecked Family, Granny Fell Drastically and is going to stay in Bed Probably,
She gets the Respect Totally, but has to find a Next Strategy,
Awaiting the Worse washed up like Waves in the Shore,
Meditating on the purse that be prepared on this Training Course,
Made a deal with Real Witches Responsible for Sick Lynches,
With no remorse Burry your crew of Sick Bitches Deep in Ditches,
come up Big in the Business then quickly Conceal the Riches,
Your attacks are weak and only Feel like Pinches,
Throw a punch with style to See if he Flinches,
That is measured in miles he Don't even Reach the Inches,
No one is buying the Text you Sending,
So gassed up that your Sillouette is Swelling,
smoke you faster than them cheap Cigarettes you Selling,
The Hero planet was conquered by the worse army of Giant Majors and Defiant Slayers,
He crashlanded on earth and came out of a Vibrant Crater,
A Psychic like Xavier didn't think twice when confronting a Tyrant Hater,
His aura was a karmic circle that entrapped any being that would Approach the Radius,
Saw the weakness of the human race and began to Trail Us,
Learning our type and was Seldomlly seen Navigating in Uranus
He had no interest in being Initiated and Famous,
His goal was to maintain a Balance between Darkness and Light,
Reproving those that were caged in the seems of Madness Despite,
The growing number of casualties Day by Day he was Here to Stay,
They would listen carefully everything he Say they Hear,
Purifying the soul of martyrs in Fear Astray with fire to Clear the Way,
The right to being Scared they May have since he was Labeled an Extraterrestrial,
Carried with him only what was Enabled and Essential,
When it comes to battle rap they can't see him Boy,
What he represents cannot be Destroyed,
He can harness energy from the living then concentrate it on a ball or a Beam Deployed,
When you get hit by the blast you will be Incinerated to Ashes,
Swing the Z sword and give you Eighty Slashes,
Pained with Gashez till your trampled bones begin to Ache with Lashes,
Mangled and dispersed in plains like a Train that Crashes,
In the middle of a terrain and Smashes into Pieces under the Rain and Washes,
You only became better because I Gave you Classes,
The room was a gory Indelible Macabre Spetacle,
Basement scented with decomposin Cadavers in Receptacles,
Closely Guarded by giant Jackals and Demons that awe upon Further Inspection,
Glowing so vibrant the closet was a magical portal that leads them all to Another Dimension,
Packed with legions of Spirit creatures whose Vivid features could be Altered in Sections,
Surrounding a Supernatural alter with a book labeled Lucifer Manual,
Explaining in detail why all Humans are Satanical,
Containing an intricate analysis of the behavior displayed of Mutants and Canibals,
The malevolent sorcerer has your Dreams Wired Spitting that Fire that Conceals you Entire,
You Speak in Subliminals so plain but i am cryptogist cracking your Code,
The Cynical dragon inside the mountain Stackin that Gold,
The ghost that rolls with pros that are Savage and Odd,
My style is Classic and Cold,
At the right moment Switching to Ravage Mode,
swinging brobdignaian objects with enough force to Flatten Globe,
What i keep in mind are Advises that your Father has Told,
In the end they are all just numbers awaiting to be Slaughtered and Sold,
The Evil scarecrow feared in a word of Carnage that Grows,
People stare at my crown that is Brandished and Glows,
A Mystic Sorcerer and telepath like Xavier,
Scorching the hell out of haters in Torture Chambers,
These words are speeding swords that Cut deep in your Bone like Lazers,
Have you Thrown in a Hole with Gators...

[emcee squared]

we've been wholly enabled by everything we've Wrote in each other's Fables,
unfortunately, i consider your diet a staple,
flow like Vermont, with a Syrup in Maple,
you think your Gems can Save you, i've never met a Xavier,
as you Stampede me with your Texts i Feed you Fuel to Be your Best,
only a chosen few will measure up to the test when the professor is stressed,
i ask so many questions n you never (even)venture a guess,
most of your adventures, make me depressed,
someone cracked my code that's why. he won't let me, 'never-do-rap',
i was expecting a twist -reading this entire website including my alienself makes me think i was Better Off Dead,
nothing fancy here, with the force u fear, straight up execution style, shot in the head,,
a Stalin Purge in Russia,
if u were the teacher, Y did u let me change- some of the instructions?,
sick of your entire production, ya can hit tha Rails Like A Junction,
u can read it backwardz, i bet 1/2 of my raps are Parabolic Functions,
i'm a reluctant resource, for upcoming writers n millennials, even though i push their buttons,
abortion is somewhat different than genocide, and i'm poor but i paid for my own,cellular, thank u very much,,
when i talk shit i hav the ability of changing lives w/ the finger of my touch,
let your lackey roll the dutch, as long as you let him smoke it up,
&'he has the advantage of going over the top,
what the Fuck did I Just Read, made me wanna chew on Andes coca leaves
and start to walk around the block,
distribting mixtape & drugsI hope I don't get caught,
most of what you fools do is all for naught, i have a dictionary for your thoughts,
up to the individual -of when they're taking a pause,
i don't bother with intros, when i'm ripping up a contendor, like Tiger Claws,
Commanders and Kings should cease their thirst for worship and start Writing some Laws and bring some order to a chaotic world
before Inviting any Applause,
what if changing my tone was part of my cause?, which makes irrelevant your Calling-out of my Flaws,
when in truth i possess Mechanical Saws which are Battery Charged,
only for Strangle do i need Electrical-Cord, as u wish, i show mercy and Flatter You more,
i've said it before, so effortless, critix- asking for More,
which doesn't take me Any Time@All; It's not even a habit or Chore,
i provide necessary backup when youre asking for force; when people are wonder if you're legitimate anymore,
Sew my underwhelming story together if you're Asking fora Job,
Some Day U will understand your own demon spawn,
and How not All people are tainted with satan when their Born,
I could try heroin once too& embrace my 1 time rush;
Quickly get Out, because the spy, quiet, stealthy, poison assassin, you will never Fully Figure Out,
my angelic voice in hiphop is basically what your years of texting have Been About,
Imagine My Problems Solved when you Journey From The South,
&collect your Hit money; If we meet up at my 2nd Summer House,,
my lyrics- r the ones, that 'quisitive,Drummers Browse,
i will be the one to Catch U in Case you Fall,
?who 's First For Set the Precedent for being Harsh,
your range is limited by your egotistical needs for Being in Charge,
don't ever come here w/ Challenge jit make me Work,
i study anatomy; Bloody Intestines Like Jack the Ripper,
Snap a Picture hide from law enforcement using real-time updated Top Notch Encryption,
your Gamma ray Signals barely penetrate my Clouded Visions to see a glimpse of your own, unknown, Futuristic Intentions,
if i Left This, u would be unmotivated without my superior, Lyrical Inventions, ?where would you be - without my subliminal somewhat cynical protection,
with a touch of satirical Pus Infection which Broaden your Horizons,when Responding to a Challenge,,
as u write about Seven Characters maybe i'll Critically Examine Several paragraphs,
peraps a Line 'r two For our Meta-Narratives,
which i won't need if I Receive telepathic signals from the commander-ship,
i play outside of the game, yu aren't Ready for this Championship,,
my abilities make you Flummoxed; S[t]ick to your Stomach;
prepare your Papers For An Audit; i Hav a Red Pen in my Pocket,
you've Stung from these Backlash against your Provocative Volley which could have only Result From Watching me smartly,
i do-not like it when the Circuitry for my wargame Simulation is Tardy,
it becomes a Blip in the Party when challengers run their Lip in my Gardens,
i've become Inured... to theyr Smartass,
..as my artillery; Attack- your defenseless ship,
always remember i can Save u on a Whim, and fix your Sails for all that Wind..

[Mr. J]

someone better call that in with all that gin.
I spat, I saw, & split, Im where the flying saucer is.
sauced as shit...these 2 cents will get ya barber clipped
take the watcher with the heart of the anonymous
I spit thoughts with risk & sprinkle it with positiveness
I sport under armor & toast to where the llamas is...
stop it where the comma sits & think about all that gin
you call that sick? my hangover is like a ball & twig
a yarn I twist when I try to walk the dog and slip...
see the cat? see the cradle? I hang with some cool tricks
you know what the rule is, bang away until its useless
day to day it aint gon change until you use the pool stick
8 balls & cues with reasons why you choose that last pocket
the one in wait...a past object floating in the vast darkness
like when vans parked & I broke a dime down, a damn artist
old school weed pipes whenever I had them cans sparking.
staring at the jewel in the sky & breaking down society.
the silence & giggles tell me that most of you sound high to me
you should be in the background suckling down on ivory.
theres a new private dick with a badge & very subtle irony
I crush hymens G, you suspects could use the variety...
hide behind masks & talk about how the whole concept of life is hard
rhyming bars about how emotions that run high make you cry & call
I got high & coughed on a pair of my new ironed socks...
theres a leech in the winter that likes to eat in the river,,,
how unique of beginners who sing like the geese in the middle
youd get the point if you followed me there, a wallabys hair
I got spunky on these heffers & laughed about it due to my big head
I passed a trig test by putting a shot through their big heads...
if you feeling froggy...leap, call that dude...Mr Bighead...
I stand on a soapbox & post shots of myself in the post...shot...
the hook of legends, the fake & power of the whole lot.
putting them cobras into a broke jaw, just before I got my coat off...
shots thunder on an old block, I send a wish to an old star.
I send a body to the earth where the asteroid had broke apart
split into fragments & scattered across a freshly mowed lawn
a negative proton that is charged to the point I get my rogue on...
with a touch Im killing them thats whats up in the ceiling brah
my chores are boring & plus I think sweepings hard...
at least thats what I heard from geek from Mars...
or was it Saturn...I dont think it matters then....
bring the moist toilette & wipe their ass & flatter them
thats how you earn some advice wherever the banter ends
got a delivery that allowed them to bring that Panda.......in...

[emcee squared]

i'm an American Ninja warrior. what dya'gonna Do-about-it?,
i'm economic royalism - you r a luddite,,
oh he hasn't had enough?, I guess he hasn't gone mad enough,
this is a Note From our c.e.o.: everything i do is an Elaborate Hoax,
including telling u that everything i do is an elaborate hoax,
i'm naturally dope, and that's more than enuf, i needto tell you About Me, let's proceed,
I'd Be Remiss if i didn't say that I Was the Best,
but Based On My Own Assessment you finished a close second,
I don'tknow how you get peace of mind when you Sleep @night,
now Close your Eyes, let me tell you the Story of Icarus,
Long Story Short he flew too close to the sun-
you've opened a can of worms -r.u. thirsty?,
i've Got Some Volatile solvents which are Probably Harmful If swallowed,
are you hungry?..................i've gotsome Needles n Pins for your stomachs and kidneys, i've got some gourmet BlowFish
No Shit; catatonic.
did I See u @that last meeting? -in the rotunda?,
don't tell any one about-it...

[UnbornBuddha]

I feel insane, hearing the sound of my brain
Locked in a cage, counting the days
Malaise is like a mountain of graves
Each soul shouting your name
Alas, rerouting their pain.
I'm a neurotic nut browsing the page
Scouring the web, the night is young.
Time becomes a butterfly in flux.
The universe deprived of a tongue
Instead speaks by its giant sun
Shining a vibrancy of a divine like scene.
Everything grows quiet, cryogenic sleep.
100 years of solitude, let it stream
Dematerializing your inter-dimensional being.
I'm a schizophrenic in the deepest REM sleep
Contemplating what Bodhidharma's Zen means.
Suppressing screams as I'm zapped with radiation
No choice but to detach from all creation.
Time comes to a stand still
As I bask in this sensation.
This world, I was trapped in the temptations
But took off my mask and my multiple faces
Stripping until I was soulless and naked.
The omens that chased us no longer did.
Nowhere to be found, does one exist?

[emcee squared]

..Holy shit. No, it does not exist. And it was pretty dope if you're talking about that word on my last line. Sort of a quick feedback after quite, a wet liquid verse. Substancial as well. You can go to hell. I suppose there are no dry liquits. I suppose there are no replies from those, who thought they'd made a deal with, real witches. I suppose in West Philly there's a culture that, decentivises squealing snitches. Throughout history there have been, black markets. Deservid sentences, &wack charges. Tricks are for kids. Sometimes it's okay if you don't hit that last pocket. You can start another pool game. Or be early, to the tournament bowling lanes. Bet your life. It's a cool game!..

[Mr. J]

Originally Posted by UnbornBuddha

The omens that chased us no longer did.
Nowhere to be found, does one exist?

why do two persist? is that what honor is?
a wave of the hand caused exodus.
now when they mention us the wrongs eclipse..
the Gods of script will talk of Mexicans
the walls of senselessness are built on some shit..
yada yada McDonalds is a great place I think
Im kidding now that Ive grown older I hate to think
so when I step up to the page with ink...
a backspace so I can go back and change some shit.
like...yea,,,that sounds good & then add a twist
if you get high off of life & not the sandwiches...
then Im proud of you because I like my sandwiches
like French Dips & other various supplies of food
a freshly baked pie look at how the side will ooze
you can imagine all of the condiments I like to use.
the interesting mixtures of flavor & spice I consume
its so twisted. sometimes I just like to peruse..
take a peak at the delicious deli***ies I might delude
I will give them nicknames & pretend they're you
your a couch potato or vegetable & its true...
there is a ranch settlement & salvation ahead...
ketchup dude..

[emcee squared]

you've got a lot of bluster a Lot of Muster and apparently a lot of mustard,
i'm just a monster.
i enjoy lobster more than ice cream custard; i slaughtered Indians one time and then my life became mythical. due to public sentiment manifest destiny &my wife's profitable self-aggrandizing, literature.
my lyrics are how you mock; u think theyr typical!,
you're just a simpleton.
it sounds like you live with mommy when you're eating pies &doing laundry.
i can't catch up because i'm in the wrong cypher but i can't control the condiminets of which were started

[JESODIST]

A militant pillager and Tyranical Predator,
Reciting forbidden scripture from a Satanical Editor,
That had an explosive devise attached to the skull of that Animal Skeletor,
Ignoring Mass Expenditure like a president is Class you are a Senator,
Like Djin in the World I'm Tentative, Prescribe prognosis and Sedatives while Conversing with Relatives,
I Exist in your Imagination Impeding a Damnation Screaming in Deprivation
Reading a Declaration of Dreams to Seal the Nations,
That wouldn't recognize and pay after they Witness D Creation,
Work together and don't Persist on Confrontation,
Mother nature peeping from the Green Vegetation, her Spirit in Levitation is Seeing with Admiration,
As Tilt intoTemptation getting Hit with Vexation, Sitting in darkness Deep in Isolation,
Building powerful verses Adrift in Meditation, With status above there is no Need for Conformation,
A diabolical prophet Preaching Devastation, put my heart in it like this Shit was Obligation,
That Till the sun of this day haven't Seen a Contestation
worthy from the Minions and fakers from all continents that Seek my Resignation,
Knowingly Change the game with Simple Text and Rants,
You have no chance of growing like some brittle and Dead Plants, Sit you naked on a Nest of Red Ants,
Working in a faction where No one is allowed To Trespass, Es Mas I want your Mansion for X Mass,
Deepthroat hoochies till its poking on their Breast Implant, There is no Test you Can't pass with a Straight A,
Heard of heaven? My mind is a Gate Way, Flowers see me coming and Make Way,
Its Logic Make Advancement or Stay in Entrapment, Be heroic like saving someone from a Blazing Apartment,
The only mess you ever did was as baby when Staining your Garments,
Couldnt see me coming from Spacey Environments,
I am A giant vortex Absorbing the fiercest hit from the Rap you Threw, The mastermind of gore text here to merely Scar a Few,
Start a Feud with every line is Evidently Damning You, Sever spine and cortex beaten correctly Black and Blue,
The slickest gunman Advancing on the field with a Savage Troop, Got these chickens running in all directions after the bombs Ravage Coop,
The outcast Narrative is Doom like a Blast Expanding Boom spewing Fast Harpoons slathering through your Uncomparative Goons,
Life full of Panic and Gloom enter the Paradagrim Room where the Paladin Looms,
Silence you're Obnoxious and Weak, We can do this in private or See us on Street, The outcome will be so Hideous if we Meet,
You are Oblivious to these Hits Lying unconcious Delirious in Concrete,
Too busy focusing on Destruction of the Living to pay attention to every Instruction that you are Giving,
Through graphic annimations that ensure the Corruption of the Children,
A controversial Enigma on a way So Insidious, I come with a signature Flow thats Conspicuous,
Raised by an Ambitious family that is So Supersticious, So to me Beating on this Troll is Ridiculous,
Cast a blessing on the Little Angels this Shit is Dangerous dont be Scared of Us,
We are last line of Actu Defense awaiting to vent When the Battle Commence,
Searching for the truth through the Scrambled Comments,
All in Suspense when I Tangle Intense from an Angle Condensed here to Mangle your Sense,
Mess with the firm and they will find your carcass Jammed on a Fence...

[emcee squared]

Oh, now I get it.
You are the budha And The Jesus &the Jesodist.
and of course i speak mainly about internet usernames
How fucking Dare you come Into Here Again claiming you don't record and scortching every single text rapper With Your Pen. which i doubt is from foreign lands even tho there's work to be done at hand which is why your professional editor took your hand, in a lame internet saga for the purposes,of rap.
alot of things you do are quite unfair. get your fucking sightrhymes Out Of Here- they Work.
i haven't trained my brain yet. it gets worse by the day and i guess i ruined the open mic part of the site becaus i'm being trained by this maniack,
how can i resist as Ye control my Tongue? -rhetoriss my Vice
the destruction and beauteous wonder from him is littered all over, to admire,
spit in the fire, i've Led You to No Where, a Swamp u.r. Mired,
it would Absolutely be my own terms if i retired,
but i seem to be the only one who can bring out the best gifts 'a your world...
you must be a "fan of man"...
you must have read the bible and thought the sadistic father was the coolest battle plan
Yes you're bothering my ego, My love for you is Purest, but I tried to bury you with a Couplet,
why do you need Odd Pros who prod &suppose
in order2feel iny Sunshine?, do not stop FOE,
the proze and rap legend of square grows as i instert a fuckin androgynous artificial intelligence android-brain into the scarecrow,
the lion is never tamed,
look at he's never frustrated,
i don't know if he's human - I don'no how he does it,
his years of miracles Mind As Well call them coming to an end,
when his best teammate and true Friend "keyz up" some Trak,
and then this fuckin dude said,"he's really on the right track",
i dont know what this, equilateral, parallelogram is doing!he's truly- making me mad,
his topical is about when faces get bashed,
couldn't read the rules in spanish for the battle program,
i Don't Even know, how to post hyperlinks;
i jus Sit here cooking m.c. fussy breakfast Cakes,
is there any such thing as being Rusty? Demonstrate,
my warranty is to regulate those who get fancy, with their text-of-l8,
i'm around to eventually keep you quiet, when you never heard anything but lottery drawings,
I am the 1 They Will remember the Fondest,
I'm the most vicious oversea war cunt like Jane Fonda,
(i'll)Cut you with the Blades Sharpened take your rib cage and carve your name on it,
a Blood is binding Scar, Astral.
i project. You're flying too close to a star, now -Back u Get!,
time stops with the raps you spit when i'm Ruptured Up Into rhapsody,
i still might Do some sort of Magazine,
my gun Bars are Made without the use of any, NRA-magazine,
my Imagery is Painted all over your Wonderous Fantasies...

[emcee squared]

...w/ my Rhyme-Warped Grammer i'll makeya disappear in a Time Warped Manner,
tone down your talents as if my heart, mattered,
when i write about petty jealousies -Is That what you Like About me?!,
w/ the Ketamine I Spiked your Coffee,
my topicz a trip; the Closet is When The End of the dimension begins,
i am not wanted here, i will never mention again,
anyone else would have quotes for that line, i've sewn some oats in your mind with only the simplest of rhymes,
sometimes the spider webs are unbreakable no matter the speed of your majestic glowing metallic blades,
i come with that fire for days making you wonder why i bother sharing good hooks, on the internet page,
when i go all in your focus is irrelevant, i only Joke about a Couplethings,
for Decades i've Been Worried about the government,
as the Crohn's diseas caffeine, spawn becomes deceased, we all can go to sleep, if we empty our notions. & have our Thoughts Fleet,
Mine r at a pace -i've observed three.
Boy I can't tell you how fun it was, to be involved, in a topical all high, on Friday the 13th,
I had a black cat when I was a young, but she died.
& jus' like so manything else, I never cried...

[JESODIST]

I Speak of me like if you Know all my Felonies, One of them is making Love to the Melodies,
I write to feel free like there were No other Remedies, Keeping it up is One of my Specialties,
You cheat your way up faking Goals with Penalties,
I am here to surpass every Member that Ride and Ever Lied, Our collab is one that will Never Divide,
My mate has Beautyful eyes that are Shiny like Halogen, When we together Sentiments Fly like Alergen,
Out of control Deranged in the Mind and Panicking, Regiments and Colonies behind like the Piper of Hamelin,
Act tough and gore we'll Rearrange Ur Spine with a Javelin, Cause we Closer to God Like we Live in the Vatican,
Watching these Poser and fraud getting hauled on the Scene like a Manequin,
Collaborations with legends just Inspect the Books,
I am Wreckless Put the knife yo your Neck like Brooks,Collect a bounty when I Wreck the Crooks,
In front of Death they Shook, Go for the honest ones Instead of Looks,
The Heir Behind Untold Crimes his Flows are Fine like Rows of Vines that Glow and Shine,
They got a million styles but none comes Close to Mine, Defined Design So Benigned while yours will Decompose with Time,
The Forbidden and Vile will take you down with a Cup of Wine, Put my name on your skull so they Know you are Mines,
Soaring in the Grind Ripping skull caps and leave then with an Open Mind,
A victim of Genetical mutation, Regenerating is Quicker, I am here to clean the Nations and Evicerate the Sinner,
Nowadays Nothing goes to waste even the Insides are Dinner, Come prepared I dare you to Skate where Ice is Thinner,
My sword will Desecrate and Slice your Liver,
Thats why the bright lights at night in the Skies are Dimmer
All those rap struck Bow down and Hail the Leader,
Whack fuck you are Way Inferior its been so long you the Same Cheater,
Burn you to a crisp with Flaming Heaters, while you witness the Game from Bleachers,
Step to me and get bad luck like you Break the Mirror,
I'm Miraculous like in the Days of Jesus calculating like Pythagoras with Traits of a Genius,
On the Way we Discuss these Fakes trynna Be Us, I can tell you like geting stuffed by the way you Take the Penis,
I am Fly in Venus while you still on a State of Fetus,
The malevolent sorcerer on a Reign of Terror, Someone Invincible armed with Blades that Sever,
Invisible so there is no need to Escape Endevours, Claimed you role underground so steady but are Scared of Tremors,
You a boulder getting rolled around till you Break to Pebbles, The Wierdest Templar sending hits that break through Plates of Kevlar,
While you in a tranced state tempered wondering the Space like Keplar,
I am the Wierdest Member that meditates on a Sacred Temple, Writing the Dearest Letters that make the Fearest Tremble,
An omen Entrapped in Sin with the Maddest Grin, Scripting This my opponents are left with no Chance To Win,
Tripping in Abyss locked away in the Darkest Grim, Want to think like this? All you gotta do is take a Glance Within,
Don't get splattered and searching for the Inner Light,You met a lot of rappers but I am the Slickest Type,
Trending this Lynguistis Fight End a Misfit Life Constricting Tight between the Quickest Hype




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[emcee squared]

i need a Exit Strategy, because Exis is Mad@me,
my dark Consultant Is, my only needed Cavalry,
do u Have no human Dignity? -Taking Candy from the Internet,
everything you've done To A Young Professional- youre gonna hav t Live with It,
don't you Know That Even if the next One takes me Months- I STELL Got It,
i'm an Arizona Rattlesnake -foiling all the plans you make,
some of the things U Do they Can't Be fake,
like Reading my Mind about Lines with Mirrors Break,
Now Note [5:42],
As the broken Mirrors Shatter,
when you Defeated your Magical Immortal jester who Travels through Portals he Winked&nodded&said "None Of It Matters"..
my Glass Ceiling To You- Is un Fathomable,
in Every Instance that you Dropped your Casual and put your Heart into Musicals the silly baby Egypt was playing around with bigger toys,
but he got Bored with'um,Quick,
stained his pampers n made another one right quick,
went back to watching Interesting Things On T.v. like Drugs Inc.,
we were both on film with a facial bandana Whaddya Think!?,
i wish you'd end your multi-Dimensional fun and be a little more practical like Running Guns, for money&funds,
both of our shit sux; we r jus Doing A Lot Of Drugs,
no one on this site Gives A Damn if they pass Pharaohs Critical exam,
i'm Glad you came with a Sharpened Pencil in Hand,
this is a multiple Choice Test
if u Guess
u will be a Train Wreck
don't forget to use cheat codes in the bathroom
if u have ta WASH
when You took vacation
..........Didju Just Watch? gimme the necklace and your pointlessly decorated watch,
why have you Desecrate a well-intention Witch?,
dont make me call Murk 'n all them i'll tell them i need some Help,
unless you Channel It through the futuristic Styles u don't Handle Things Well,
i have obligations today, but i was up early, so i saw the ones that satan coudl play,
i've heard this story so many times,iAlmost heard it on Hot 97 Today...

[Mr. J]

Its the rotten body its nice to meet you..and hey...
stay up kid. take God to stop me I am his sensei.
make the women bow head & pray to the tame serpent
the room smell like axe with a mix of pepper spray
egg made future intelligence inside the game...curses...
darn it, leave me alone & dont put me up on it..
a long sex pistol that shoots out my love rocket..
a sprung sprocket written on a double deluxe sonnet.
fortune cookie ripped into a memory chip, plus sauces..
eat more than you need & take a trip down the last page
how does that taste? this is howto get your stats raised.
a vast waist that has slain its fair share in the vast waste..
sugar burrowed a path way paved in low fat mayonnaise..
I see you...I send a thumbs up...look at this dumb fuck..
I eat over a ton bruh I get at what they serve daily like whats up
Ill lay you down & have you leaking out like bug guts..
you out like jigglypuff bruh..you know what the fucks up.
tell Newton this hit harder than anvils where the ledge ends
multiple dead ends that end with your accordion head in..
if that obese woman made it out the elevator she would send him....
...stage left...pull out another & bounce out like Bo's sheep
the big cheese...big macaroni, put that on your hero hoagie...
tell you what the Pharaoh show me when I lean out like Kobe..
...Kobe...I lean out like Kobe...next up

[emcee squared]

catching up:
this Love-Fest has gone on Long Enough have you received a Good Return on your investment?,
Oh Phineus, whyyy must i Break your Leg again?,
Do you smell my blood? Fish are known to flop around. Worms are known to squirm.
Seeing as i'm a marlin, or a krakken...
I hope you enjoy deep sea Fishing.
Acquiesce.. Obey..
do not obfuscate.
chooze your auxiliary. from the cemetery armory. make your blades shiny, enough to reflect when they cut my arteries.
my blood flow will improve, if i, fight back, honestly.

...hand a true artist a track; (&)we'll see what he can do on it...

(a True Artist who will leave you with Bruised Arteries)-i'm Sickly Fiending, Quickly Keying, killing you softly for sixteen reasons,
you wonder why I'm brazen:
i hope you're looking forward to future challengers borng-you...
you've Left mere Bones, for the Hyena on the high sahara,
all feasted by a Striped Jackal, who Sleep Softly in Cryogenic Chambers,

i'm a serpent slayer; i hunt them down in their earthly layers,
making sure they spell their Words with Cayer,
i understand u have a Flair for Envoking Fear,
Take your stupid style and get it the fuck out of here.

die cast. i'm your four leaf clover, and you damn well know it..; when i was young i bought a good luck charm, at the fleamarket. it was a horseshoe.
a necklace. with the chain as a mere black plastic -chemical composite.
i'm sure it was fake silver. with some fake jade in there is well.
anyway i loved that chain.

I lost it.
Kinda like, the cross one.

Listen. let me correct the record, the master has no incites on me, other than I Rhyme Words pretty well,
here is your Excise Tax!,
when you raise me to F5 Status in order to Exercise my Talents with Afterlife Channels where you Exorcise your Demons and transform, into another being,
i lamely accept the fact,that i'm a believer,
you don't own me @all,you English language Cheater,
I am the Undisputed Leader,
Employing Gimmicks from the church-going Followers,
Why did'J Have2make A Spectacel,

Here: Northern spies. Luscious, delicious. Reproduction from a Sibonacci Sequence.

[FLOOR LINED]

My rhyming skills are basic, and my word play is lost.
Scattered within two souls, the battle has been tossed.
Easily, you could have beat me down, but some how I pull off a game 7.
Driven by beats, neatly organized snares and purple bass is your rhythm.
With a last second 3 point shot for the win, my shot is wide open and botched.
"In and Out," exclaims the television broadcaster, as I fall to the floor.
The pain never ends, as I endure watching the celebration of your team.
I promptly shake all of your hands.
I couldn't withstand the top-notched word play that was served to me on a platter.
The next words I say are splattered onto microwave TV dinners, in the nights to come.
Your team came together as one, as mine fell apart.

A part of me still wishes and dreams, in my old age… as the years follow my disaster of failure.
You were spot on, and my game got distracted by your greatness.
Emptiness fills clots in my heart, I can barely stand on my own two feet.
Damn, breh... your rhymes were "real neat".
"Next year," I tell myself -- but I have lost the belief.
The faith that I had in myself was misplaced, as I continue to blame my team mates.
Fucking, Kevin Love was to blame… or perhaps Tyronn Lue.
I could step over them all, like I was Alan Iverson...
but relative to you, I was no comparison.
I blamed the lots and tons of you fuckers, while neglecting to look in the mirror.
I steer clear of those fuckin reflections.
They speak nothing.
"Fuck That," says everybody I share my feelings with.
I am nothing.

Kevin Love is traded for nothing and Tyronn Lue is fired.
I'm tired of not winning rap battles because of my team mates' faults.
Nobody can guard me. I am unstoppable…
but an unstoppable force has met an immovable object.
If I was guarding you, you would have never hit those shots.
I could pick out spots in your game and exploit every word you mistakenly have said.
I keep telling myself, 'NEXT YEAR YOU ARE DEAD."

You are dead to me and so is the entire league of emcees.
Suckas try-na play me and my lyrical genius and portray me as a whack ass loop hole.
I'ma fuckin trade Kyrie Irvin for Chris Paul and cash for JJ Redick.
Stick that 3 word sentence in your ass till it hits your throat, and you hiccup.
Stick yo words down yo own fuckin head cap and through your armor.

The LA Clippers scoop up Kevin Love and Damian Lillard for Blake Griffon and some change.
Then they beat you, and then win their first championship.
The world stops and comes to and end as the prepared track is turned off by the sound man…
and the bar closes. The venue goes out of business.
Are my Cavaliers cursed to never win?
Should I sell out again? Naw… its time to flip this script.
Fuckit… I'll take a pay cut and get better help to fit with my skills.
The next time you see me, you'll be shouting, "ill as fuck!"
You be sayin 'dayyyamn, Blood," and you is a Crip.
We'll be family again some day, but this time I gotta take grip of your reality.
Your frailty leads to weakness, and those are the words I pick.

"Merci," I tell you, as I steal the next championship.
Your organization is still the same, while mine has expanded.
You vote for yourself, but its not enough.
As you are trampled, you feel as though you've expired.
You keep telling yourself that "Your Too Tired".
You're Fired. Tough luck, I guess that it is… thats all.
Cut from the squad, you recall your legacy.
The words you left remain in the game, as new players study your moves.
While you're now playing in China, I'm now try'na keep up with my team's game.
Flame me all you want, you media fuckers.
I'ma drop in on yo' eye, like PJ Tucker.

Overly compressed -- Your track sounds like shit.
What was truly some skill was followed by lack of vision.
See, your basketball IQ is just not up to par…
to sustain your career and keep going far.
My shit still sounds squeaky clean, followed by feedback loops of the crowd roaring.
I apologize to tell you, but your shit was just boring.
The bass frequencies from my vocals crush you to your knees.
You climbed Mount Everest only to lose your breath.
Oxygen is a priority, when exercising the tongue's ability to form sentences so eloquently.
You retire as a professional writer, and start smoking crystal meth.
Fed up, your wife leaves you.
You have nothing to live for, but I still love you.
Exhausted, you dropped your last dime, and you plummet to your death.

Fuckin A, you were the Stephen Curry of netcees…
and now your audience keeps shouting "shut up, please!"
I swear you did great, and you can do it again.
Join me in a battle… and you tell me when.
Work on your rhymes once more, and your dimes will be fluent to spent.
Once you repent, again you will be immovable.
Still unstoppable, I meet up with you in an open mic battle.
The DJ tries to fuck you up, but you immediately conquer any beat thrown your way.
You blow my as away with your raps…
and that day is today.
I told you, "you weren't spent," and your dimes turn into dollars.
Now a billionaire, you fund major politicians…
we all soon fall to a kneeling stance and bow to your royalty.
"What have I done, I created a monster," I think to myself.
And, I look forward to next year… but by then it'll be too late.
My wife and your ex is in your bathroom stall, where you proceed to have a date.

Fuckit, I'll just kill you now. Why waste all of our time.
You won't get no dollars consisting of my dimes.
I have foreseen the future, and now I am filled with hatred for you and your lyrics.
All of you netcees -- you are all assholes and dicks.
I'll think of a word or sentence, and you tell me what rhymes with it.
Frustrated with the results, all you can say is "fuck it."

[emcee squared]

"The NHL wouldn't be the NHL, if it wasn't for Gordie Howe."
My e-mail want my mobile #, so I don't get locked out of my account.
I skipped it for now.
And ye who talk of tracks as though you did a studio invest.
Something about fixing the bass.
Somethign about not letting convicted felons near the car of my brakes, even if, they're clever mechanics.
You have now entered the room of panic.
As someone has called you out on their ability to be able to compete w/ you, competently.. in the public square.
I speak of myself in the 3rd person quite often, actually. I'm an athlete, who attributes all my, lifely success, to God.
I tread lightly when it comes to race.
I don't mind wallowing in your deathly hell in order to estimate the depth of wells, or measure a base board.
In the coming months I'll check back in,
and see if you need a mop.
Anderson Varejao:
I'd say it was one big,flop.
I never understood the NBA system,of the luxury tax on the cap.
I can buy a bulk order of AK47's, in your own damn town,
and use them to mow everyone down.
It's too soon for gunbars. But that's none of my concern.
When isn't it too soon?
Mind as well encorporate, a derogatory-term, for homosexuals,
in the very same punch! Let's be upfront.
Are you more likely to do it? If it wasn't?, The country youre own?
I just thought I'd break the taboo.
That being said I'm truly horrified @the recent news.
I dropped my Cheetos. But it was just
,a linoleum floor.
Now
let me just phone-a-friend who's well-versed with the sub-articles and footnotes of the 5second rule.
I don't understand why he said he wanted more encores.
He came here. He had to get something off his chest,&be honest.
I reluctantly, speak for the community-- we deserve it. I am holding the wolves at bay for u!,,
Consider it Valet. service...