THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[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

[JESODIST]

Spit it holy like i been Rapping from a Lavish Convent,
Dropped out of college without receiving Daddy's Consent,
Step to me and you will be Feeling Rapid Torments,
The Messiah and Omen walks out of gleaming Fiery Ovens,
Claim you are the best but it hasn't been Entirely Proven,
Trees have Personalities that grow within everything Perceived by the Realities,
Spreading Sanity leading all the paladins at ease above These Fantasies,
Trying to survive and relive Between the Faculties Witnessing These Casualties,
Feeling all these Agonies Shielded by Strategies and Bleeding from the Balconies,
Controlling the crowd unleashing Speeches of Profanities,
Reaching other Galaxies fulfilling and Exceding the Capacities,
Meeting with aliens that be Teaching the Barbarities,
Witnessing Abnormalities within Feeling of Agonies,
That are raw and be going Through in This World,
When time calls Goring with the Sword,
Trees that bare the Forbidden Fruit,
With branches and roots that appear and be Ripping Through the Spirits Fused
On the ground following the sounds that Simply Shoot and Visibly Ooze from the Pitching Flute,
Trancing anyone that be Feeling Used and Discretely Cruise on this Vivid Route,
Training in Camps You are the Weakest of Sons,
Might be the reigning champ but I'm the prodigy and you Simply a Clone,
Diminish your Crown after this battle i will be Seated on Throne,
You'll be picking up the shards and Pieces Thrown,
If you are the true god then come See me on my HomeSitting on the Pinnacle of Rappin,
Thinking in silence awaiting for a Miracle to Happen,
All the conquered competition be Pitifully Gasping under these conditions Seriously Flapping,
By all the fast punches Smashing they be Hit where they be Standing,
Unable to see me on the fortress where I be Conspicuously Commanding,
The performance is Ridiculously Outstanding, Business we Meticulously Handling,
The true test Deliriously Withstanding All the followers Viciously Branding Landing,
Our bounds Legitimately Expanding, Respect from others Immediately Demanding,
A legion of angelic warriors bound to Protect against the Evil,
That Subjects all the People seen as Object that are Feeble...

,

[emcee squared]

I write things in advanced ways; I'm aware of everysingle spelling mistake.
Northeast, american raised; I'm wondering if dialects and accents are important, when it comes to taste.
i think they R.....maybe i should just hit record.
..'ve been a slacker. rapping my commander's verses- instead of teaching him the proper adverbs.
i'd rather get lost, in powerful proverbs.
tyrannical jousting with maniacal blacksheep can occasionally be arousing.
although i wish they fulfill their promises to entomb my lesser half catastrophically.
i think i've done it. finally; but i doubt it.
he's probably fine; i'm just a Hype-artist.
and then,
when you realize your 2 best paintings are essentially worth nothing to the public@large,
this is when you finally take a look at your self.
the skin in-which we crawl.
my crippled leg is infected with satirical pus.
when i keystyle i'm lazy, like not doing first period homework on the schoolbus.
i remember how it hurt me inside when some1 else was bullied
but i never spoke up.
It's easier to laugh
Easier by half
honey,won't u take a chance?
just because i use idioms. doesn't mean that i'm an idiot.
just because i stole from bank. doesn't mean that i'm a criminal.

[Mr. J]

if the rhymes subliminal make sure its invisible.
dont be a silly individual looking for an uncommon ritual
the skill is habitual ranging from long to short & visits you...
sipping the insipid juice, talking about when you did it too.
yea yea, I get it boo...I spit lies in a riddled truth..
the rhymes supplied with visuals, getting by minuscule.
golden eggs live with a goose riding & getting high with hiccups...
whew...the swordsman is blind, the fortune is mine...
use another portion of your mind, my sportsman defined.
the blood courses in the wine, its so gorgeous & divine...
that man is on a conquest taking lives in the process.
Im doubling back in the comments, fulfilling another promise
playing your orthodontist with strings & some chop sticks
I like egg rolls with my pot stickers when I order the box 6
distribute the change & talk shit...my flow is on a starship
with fog all up in the cockpit,,,delivering keys like a locksmith....Im on some....
some......some......something really obnoxious

[UnbornBuddha]

This is what happens when a mastermind is asked to rhyme
Challenging all organic life until myriad of planets die.
Drinking aconite before cannibalizing your path of life.
How do you feel being atomized from the hand of mine.
I'm a samurai that battles blind,
While sleeping Nobunaga stabbed my eyes.
Now, I'm trapped inside the blackest light.
My shadow side becomes actualized
And I develop an appetite for human sacrifice.

[Pharaohs Army]

And then they told me I should change
I'd rather go on a group date
or poison myself with wolf's bane.
I started rapping sillier
when I had a cardiac arrhythmia
A heart attack was imminent
Before I died, I described the world
for my blind master. with words
what color the tulip be?,
he said I don't remember such lunacy
back when I could see I remember the flowers lucidly
and the sketches of da vinci-
vividly

[Mr. J]

slice with precision watch as the incision leaks
kiss good riddance dweeb I smoke fluorescent leaves
dream the vivid dream while writing exquisitely
God couldnt get rid of me for being so slick with imaging
he lied didnt he? or did he try to deprive Christ from getting G?
use a knife, wickedly, use your eyes to envision me...
the wild, it sickens me, the smell of it is as vile as chicken pee..
whatever my visage be I just smile...give life to this pigeon feed...

[CopyPat]

I want a girl with a mannequin body, with boobies but still slender and slim
like those amateur hotties in the movies I pretend to be in
While I'm watching a porno with some lesbian twins
like I'm on top of the world cause you can bet I'm a pimp!

[Mr. J]

with lessons in some of the most obsessive shit
another set to trip while your mind represents the clip
counterfeit is getting flipped 100s, 20s, & tens & shit.
I dream about presidents while claiming my precedence
professional dentist shit bracing you for a skeptics trip
ready to blow your mind like where them septic live

[asylum]

man depressiveness, panic attacks giving minds suggestions 'n..
all kinds of sensory illusions, suppressing the mind doesn't lead to hallucinations,
we're lost in realities we're measuring on a scale of one to deprivation,
until we become a demonstration of that which we hate.
It's the human mistake, inhale the fumes of life lost in the race..
we're all apart of now, far from down yet falling into a soundless abyss.
confounding by mist, astounding we drift lost in space and time - yet we're the rift.
souls light up the night sky and the moon where it sits, making it's trademark face.
Afraid it'll be soon a trashcan to take our waist as it's burden to bear.
I dont know about you, but I'm certainly scared.
Submerged from the air.. gasping and choking on bits of teeth as they crack,
the taste of bone invades my soul, I let it grow into a demon of grief as I laugh.
taking on a new life in my meaningless past. The creatures can scratch,
leaving nails embedded in the door to my chamber.
Leave me alone.. so I can torture myself free of danger.