THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Pickpockets and give you my top ten.
Folks always want'n drama when I pop in.
The process ends when I drop pens...
Lose oxygen trying to catch up, y'all threats?
Asthma kicking all up on y'all chests.
What then? Ya patterns pitter patter in.
Ya wind pipe collapsing, you lack the wind.
Looking for revival with ya red jacket..shiiit.
Don't matter the jibber jabber, bigger badder shit.
How elaborately exaggerated in excess, that it?
I shatter matter into a distant Galaxy improve the pattern.
Your heartbeat pitter patter in, pity for the bantering.
Why did I pick this pattern? I'm glad that you asked my friend.
From my gatherings and analysis on galactic wind.
This weed that came wrapped in golden packaging...
May take me to another dimension, so on and so on..
Everyone look at you like nah, nah, go on, go.....on...
Crystallized magic wrapped in the golden ticket.
Got ya mind like Bambi's mom in the open thicket.
I roast depictions while eating a roast in kitchens.
Ya sink got broken dishes over broken dreams, broken wishes
This ain't ya award I just broke in with it.
I poke in to kick it watching you polka in this bitch
Like "is that the route we have to go with this?"
I'm a ventilated room without a shred of vanity
Ya continue the opposite route carrying ya sanity.
What was happening.. ? Oh yeah. This is happening.
The walls were collapsing in, boundaries backed me in.
Distributed laxatives that got the same shit happening when you have a piss.
You better....pack it in, get lost and never come back again.
You not the shit you claim to be, you just passing wind.
What was happening...? Oh yeah...this was happening

[Mr. J]

Minor adjustment before I bust in.
Let ya boy jump in, watch me double dutchin
put 23 to my chest & come through clutch.
Pen in hand ready to ink ya demise.
you think you the shit but I think you behind.
I think you ass & ya shit stink like ya rhymes.
come catch an uppercut & leave ya bike behind.
get ya served that well done with a side of ice..
side of ya eye look like the side of ya ride.
watch the doors fold up, you know, bus & slide
get bust in ya eye and roll on taking ya change
I know ya type cause ya like to hate in the lane
always taking about the paper chase, hey...
taking ya change, hate in the lane, paper chase...

[Mr. J]

I make moves you couldnt choreograph
find me off the shore with some crab
you a bad apple get to the core of that..
catch the old man & see on board with trash...
soaring into vast unknowns...
pass one...smoke

Guilty as charged with that substance abuse
chose to run d mc so Im crushing the groove
writing rhymes about life & something obtuse
come through, pet the kitty, tubs of the lube
then I slip out quick & start busting a move.
leave twice the mess & judgement for you.
treat my nightcap like a game of duck, duck, goose.
grab ya notepads & write down what is confused
leave the rest in jeopardy & rest up in the roof.
treat ya birds like woodstock
this shit here looks good huh?

[2tripple0]

Yo i aint got no rhymes er nothing
But yall some poker player way yall stay bluffing
Aint going have no impact in this cypher er on netcees
Cause i already travelled the world and all effin seven sea
Bitch aint got no juice she stays with flow but her writtens were slacking
Im a couple clips er watever half the board still cant pack it
Going write a couple set ups, lines and bars er watever
Still stack u like some cheddar but brokedown when i put ya grannie under pressure
Fuck man like 2 seconds on the clock
Wanted to rip me off still aint got no block
leaving you like vital signs way they all about to stop
Homie thought his game was tight but just found out he already lost....

[Mr. J]

I fling birds out the palm
Magician with new J's on.
I bring work to y'all.
Sitting in the convertible top
You still tryna return ya calls
You an attorney of bird law.
Something, something, jerk off
Roll out, move bitch, ludaversal.
Peep this if I'm too commercial.
Watch how I use the purple.
And lose my nerve to...
Slap you undercover Urkel's
Shit. My diversion is lost.
Got the whip swerving the block
Skrt skrt on ya thoughts.
Make like these switches & bounce bwoi

[Pharaohs Army]

where have i Been Lately?
in places darker Than Hades
critiqued the Rap God and Went Crazy
muzzle me or Pen 80
i've got guns that'll make you do a 1080
got funds that attract all the Sex ladies
so best hate me
a bible and koran are my Next playthings
a fire from a match will make the Text.. crispy

[Mr. J]

When I drop....see no one near to me
no one here since chemotherapy.
you second hand & seek yo charity.
ya face wet like no need to care for me
sloppy sucker.
no telling which ledge end got you heroic
but who else has brought the focus?
all that greenery is gone, the locust.
farm ya souls & ride off without notice
check the fly thoughts, doubt is hopeless
sprouts from promised lands
the ghost with the stigmata on his hands.
just think if your drama brought this...
damnation..
ya spirit dwells on the plantation..
ya selling ya self & your imagination.

[2tripple0]

Yo im not a syllabus but i still gonna produce something quickly
I had to carve out some hamilton since i still aint got no money
I do what i can i know im only trying to understand
Ya whack tracks you aint got no legs like a person that cant stand
I guess i got no pastures trying hard but i gots linens ta manufactures
My lines stay on form i guess but this lost lil puppy demanded a master
I stuck to his pattern an image of black matter
A saturn planteth my ability too bewild for most too capture
But i fight and keep advancing ive barely room to understand hit
Joints stay double stuffed afraid of begginin cause the end is so surpassing



....woaw

[Sammy]

yo what happened?
its like coke relapse. numb...
to the touch. flavors becomes something of a hunch
sweet. bitter. its all a jumble. a bunched...
enjambment -
so what happened? Beginning and end
existing on different planes of "pretend".
plan it. remember when writing used to be a "space". an endless...
frontier nestled in a place of retreat.
our void. a state of tongue wagging
as u sketch the faces "they'll meet".
bunch of no name screen sapient geeks.
i'm kind of craving some beef.
but cook it rare so as not to ruin the flavor beneath.
salad on the side - maybe, yeah...
definitely a plate of some greens
hmmm...fuck it, i'll just order takeout. CHINESE!!

[Do Not Reply]

I'm psyco active
get stretched out like chiropractic
an ya bitch giving me that good head think she got her masters
flyin past ya in my spaceship that I got from NASA
I'ma bastard, if it don't concern me it don't matter
I'ma heartless beast, starving artist upon the streets
My artistry is beyond this world it's too far to see
A part of me wants to rip you to pieces art fully
basquiat with ya blood, red streaks over bed sheets
untamed to say the least not after fame I want the cheese
want the chedda mozzarella rolling sticky green big buds
lookin like I copped a fresh bag of broccoli
shining bright you need eclipse glasses when watching me
it's humbling, watching these other rappers who struggling.
knowing in the back of my mind
they don't come close to me
Wanna test this theory come near me I'll crush your hopes and dreams
i don't need a mop when I bucket to clean the whole scene
hopefully you get that, sometimes my socks they mis match
rewind back to 2016, felt like a death trap
my whole life done changed in an instant I had to step back
re-evaluate my decisions & where they left me at

on the verge of suicide but life I was too attached
used my pain as motivation to never again feel like that
cause I was in the dumps, slumped,
felt like a sewar rat
lost the one I loved, I'm numb, I ain't know how to act
staring down the gun I'd be dumb if I let this hammer clap
pops ain't raise no punk it's must I bounce back an count these stacks
snap on every track until racks
is what I'm piling in
skirt off in a benz as these women they try to pile in
all the fake friends that I had
want me to slide with them
but you ain't FTB or my brothers?

go on and try again
renting out the mall for the day just so I could buy some timbs 

never rollin solo
knock logos off of your Polos
Fendi Gucci Louie & truies yes I need more those
yo crew is some goofys I know you pussies dont want smoke
took yo bitch to movies left early so I could get throat

nutted in her neck no respect for these fucking lame hoes
got my heartbroke by my ex whatchu expect I changed bro
neva been the same i run game on these girls I cant go


never catching feelings
treat em like they diseases
stay the fuck from round me
cover mouths when you sneezin
not a fan of pork
thats why I'm duckin the precinct
fair weather friends they changin more than the seasons

[2tripple0]

Yo yeah okay ya raps were tight
But they aint both look like they rhyme
Yo started writing some shit
But hen i realized it was already full of rotten video clips
And i saw all the shit in the battle arena
Still aint franklin that just be aretha
Yo your beats aint ill ya mixes all ended abrupt
I realized i was hungry he just forgot all about his punch
Yo im nothing to fuck with i guess
Shoulda kept more shit to myself ended up dying a soothing death
She said time aint finished though yet
Guess i aint finished had to take a breath
Still aint got no way paying for cigarette
Yeah quoted a cypher verse from the 016 cypher thread
Sealig cypher wins backup my forty all the way to when depske be dropping
Im so express if it aint a green light right aint going be no way to stop it



Fuck

[Do Not Reply]

parallel parking the jet
all about money respect
got a vest aim at ya neck
they look at me when they askin who's next
gotcha bitch wet all on the bed
doing freaky shit that you never did
calling me daddy she wantin my kids
You flippin patties Im flippin them bricks
I was 18 facing 5 to 10
going places you ain't never been
seen some things you ain't never seen
Wu-Tang all about the cream
cash rules everything around me
making fast moves in my county

tryna dodge bail gotta bounty

countin all the cash that surround me

 
I be going In slow motion switch focus to the remote im controllin
y'all hopeless boastin about sex money murder was the motive I'm chosen.
Got the metal 'cause talk is cheap..
rhymes are awful mean obscene causing harm when I target em
ice on my wrist it's sparkling, 
never take the risk no prospering
so fall in line get what I'm offering
my haunted mind causing harmful dreams
thoughts of me dying finally got to me
lost the girl who was gon ride for me

for the longest time I cried my nights to sleep

close to the edge this my final speech


swear I wrote it about million times

when I was feeling shitty and I was out of rhymes
and my girl cheated I felt defeated 

she remained happy while I begged and pleated


STOP!


don't leave me


but you left


so easy.

[2tripple0]

Wow man one and two
You been a pro so what should i do
I admit im a victim of this cats birdnest
You a screw aint own a wrench
Ya cypher threads were all boring
So i wrote mine cause im all for it
I like ya shit you got some good ideas
Forgot my boy owns three different encylopedias
I was ill forgot he was a brother aint no diaz
I was like he a got a couple cups aint filled any ones glass
She aint want to laugh though
Just couldnt grow my plants cause they all up in ya business with no flow
I have no faith this place is real these are actually real people
Question this like you was a female you hit rails and they derail
Smack you with shovels til u build u a castle and that be a pale
Yeah girls like me i aint need no steeple
I was bald though like an eagle and twisted you no i aint no beatle
He smoked his regal and then left this cypher as he felt too sincere and feeble
He wrote three prequels i guess but i wasnt talking a rhyme scheme
Had to search you for that crack in ya game like i was a fiend
Wanted some cream didnt realize he aint have any flavour to his sardine...
I guess its cool i wrote ya cypher post some feed
But you dont understand this cat a lumberjack had some shit to deal with
Guess im too impregnable for this unusual feeling if only she kept reading
But it never made sense these pepple were all fake had some time to arrange
Guess thats why i write to get thought out on the page.. look here see nothing to me to blaze...

[Geno]

I drive drunk at the scene, enraged
With'a Cup in-between my legs
Left A couple of people slain
As a witness ID'd my face..

Fuck..
Now im in for the long haul
s'why i live like a straw dog
Cant see past the hi beams
The lights ricochet off fog..

Shit..
I Swerve over bends
While the stones squirt through my treads
Lightning reflects..
Shadows bouncing off the night in my lens

Pheww..
A spike strip is their goal
Navigate it like a typical pro
You cant drift with me, yo..
The type'a G who lives on the road

[Urban Dialect]

this troll at the bridge giving me change at the toll?
i don't know her name, but she's taking to long
i anit got the patience "just take it, i'm gone!"
bitch i'm on my way, just wait for me dawg!
I aint fucking playing, We making this song

[Urban Dialect]

hit you with that look like them white folks that's racist,
"i'm better than u" all over my face; don't have to say it,
u already know, i'll run u over and any protester that tries to oppose,
do white lives matter? it seems not anymo'
that's why i've drawn a line in the snow; decide which side you will go
cause we don't fuckin need u, we can survive on our own
am i evil if i don't consider you my equal?
that's what they teach you, there's no one above, no one beneath you
just subtle enough to ignore the preacher
this country was forged by settling conflict with wars

[Geno]

Dope

[Master Rock]

lather the matter clean cuts antiseptic soap
I bring the moon, the planets, the star wars a new hope
beyond ur comprehension I'm the excelled ascension
no inquiry regardless of the session
quit pressing its irreverent to the lesson
start fessing truth be told
I play strategic with the deck and never fold.

[Urban Dialect]

i'll choke you to death with the force like the po-pos
have you sniffing coke through a broke nose,
a low blow to your nuts and you'll fold, and be exposed
for an upper cut and an elbow, a knee to the
face, with people screaming "STOP!"
like they want me to keep beating the breaks,
i'm wondering how many MC's am i feeding today?
it's because they read it is the reason i stay
it's been so long, forgot the real reason i came

[Master Rock]

excellence is the substance of a rare commodity
I expel the density of brilliance being embodied
contained in a vessel with vibrations, bass and treble
I'll face the music when the reach is beyond my level
never that
deep down they core get disheveled
fixer upper rehab not to shabby burning twigs
up in smoke vapors fumigating from a fatty
too many mcees be a little too chatty
feeding straight direct they be ratty
you tricks are a trade
renege with your spades