THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Dip my quill into the inkwell
I think help is needed & with my will...
The sea parts, then I bring hell
Where your waves meet I sink shells
Who better? Pray tell who wrote that script
You emote until in the mote you dip.
Kill a roach the same way I smoke a clip
Roller coaster lip, you ride the same highs & lows
Same American tale fieval knows
If you worried bout where dude buys his clothes
Then you are several steps from being the bi-est gnome
Another bias clone shelved for writing poems
Better off lying and crying about the dislikes & votes
Boohoo. Blah blah. Go cry to your ma-ma
While I help when she struggles to get her bra off

[brokenhal0]

darkest quotes heavy bars to keep the karma low
heavy charge and you on the flow
weaving spiders whose silk creates a garnet coat
sit down and ponder slow whose responsible for the god u know
80 volts The basic groan conforms to no native home
they don't like hearing me say it's no
they don't like hearing you say it's dope
you say it anyway cause it creates a soul
display a ray of hope without a body to take control
in the light of day thy will , will make you choke
and the truth will make you whole take me home
i don't need a roof i just need a zone i don't need the proof
my hearts already toned and you're thoughts already known
the guns already drawn..

[Cereal]

the darkest hour in a midst summers dream
lives sharpies that scared harpies n harps so sweet
they drag and tact through tracks of fears in me
with lights that are glowing photogenic stares of free
I enter through the fire woods and dance to the beat
the shimmering log cabin gathers near the sea
the fairies mount the mushrooms and pluck like strings
The waters breeze finds its way through debris of soft wings

[Mr. J]

Each ancestor could get it, even your offspring
Every witness watching & whoever you wan' bring
Pair of shooters that I call the skydive...
All you see is bodies dropping.

Got these birds burning like a phoenix
Bring back that old drop now it's a remix
Gotta extend on that to make it decent
Never knew anyone would spot that weak shit
I seen it
Now it makes the whole thing boring as hell
If your achievement is this who you gonna tell?
Get a grip and move on or prove that worth
Otherwise you on too much of that users work

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

Originally Posted by Mr. J

Each ancestor could get it, even your offspring
Every witness watching & whoever you wan' bring

lmaooo

you know full well youve never uttered this phrase

fuckin forced text aids writing ass niggas

[brokenhal0]

a useless search who can prove it first
and whos to say any truth is cursed
as fools disperse ghouls that rule the earth
steer your proof to the clueless smirk
a grand illusion but this tune is merch
its about you not who was first
doomed in dirt who to say who deserves
the wooo it hurts watch me put the tools to work
get to know you losers first the thirst is real
and the fuse is turn't I got the fuel to burn
collect the leaves use the earth awake in dreams you's alert
if you wearing skinny jeans use a skirt rule the nerves
the rulers curse like ice cream seeking to scoop and serve
no matter how weak you get just believe it works
no matter how many demons crept repeat this verse
a safe haven when it's needed worst...

[Vulgar]

Under the subway tracks kind of despair. Metal grunge - trainwreck speeds. Not manufactured to last a century, not inspected to last a brash turn.

Decisions made before a second's rinse cycle and time's running low because the fork is widening. The superhighway warps if the infrastructure lax.

[Cereal]

butter smooth like silk worms churning - stomach
vomit and comments with much to say about nothing
hills all knotted, cross weaved by the straight jackets sleeves im stomping - in
settle, just settle death starts to rattle through a missing tooth whistle
i beg by blood of thistle - that this'll be just persistence's kiss fools by the fistfull

i blow one back it drifts in a hurricane of pain and bliss so
i seed the growth and watch the remains float to through the pistolets still

[Mr. J]

Teardrop king they cry over everything
Melodramatic sling rocking an ice rink
Thinly veiled threat that one broke over
Crack jokes, break the ice, cold shoulder
Molotov Woptail, keep the shooter proper
Bodies fictitious, fabricated chupacabre
Raw veal gnashed and met with jaw skills
Go on, chill, quit tryna flare ya nostrils
Gotta long list of various specialties to use
Enough to leave one especially confused
Rat a tat tat leave a poser on their back
Doesn't matter the rosary or the cross on your back

[brokenhal0]

crossing the track i collide with a train
yet i remain while it starts to collapse
my vision starts to go black i can see the earths trapped
don't converse with turned backs that isn't worth chat
whats behind door number one a back draft of burnt acts
hurts to learn fast that a last laugh lurks to learn lack
you learned to float fast like soda goes flat
just like a flash in a bare place natures forces fold flaps
forced to hold back here's a paper airplane you can surly throw that
idols on your airwaves answering worked facts
but its clearer then clear day when the glass is half ass
and every laugh lands you in last place
but at least one laugh last a word back it's worth that
ain't nothing funny no matter how you word that

[corleone]

quick keystyle..

yoooo..


cor the deepest writer on the face of existence,
scriptures date back to ages where we reigned as egyptians//
.. to where we once wore exquisite robes and slayed our victims,
to where we once we're all praised for being alike and religious//
.. get blazed in the quickness, ak's, grenades, I'm arcenic,
relentless.. type to infiltrate your place in an instant//
I'm too authentic for anyone to recall as generic,
and too barbaric for anyone to war with or diminish//
I'm the type to invade extraterrestrials in space for a mission,
and take over the universe and the entire solar system//
I'm that vicious.. sicker than aids infected civilians,
sicker than dying patients who were never diagnosed they're illness//
.. observe the resilience, thoroughly brilliant,
words'll captivate your mind like a verbal tranquilivist//
.. cor the realest nigga alive, absurd with the penmanship,
lyrically edicate, with verbs known to work your intelligence//
.. I serve my competitors whenever I grab the mic,
nigga, you ain't half as nice.. I write rhymes and re-capture life//
somethin like pacasso when I touch the canvas,
strong enough to crush the planet when my knuckles sandwich//
leave you wherever the fuck you standing.. for not understanding,
cor the rawest.. the hardest artist in the market,
flow subterran radio wave signals to constant//
I drop shit,.. with scripts hot enough to make your pupils burst,
hotter than any sun multiplied by one throughout any multi-universe//
it's mathematics.. verbal mechanics surpass legendary,
'twist ya ass backwards'.. like caskets flipped in cemeteries//
I rap facts kid.. if it's not concerning me.. it's secondary,
the main attraction.. never subtracted from any category..
.. 100!

[corleone]

quick keystyle..

.. who am I?..

Ayo,

corleone demolishes fellas, who are predominantly jealous,
stellar vocabulary.. to service my adversaries in approximately-seconds//
I'll bombard the spot when I wreck shit.. and drop knowledge in reverence,
scholar like.. type to script a verse for theological-preference//
supreme intelligence, it's evident that my knowledge' a weapon,
knowledge is power, acknowledge how astounding my text is//
acknowledge the countless testaments I've written over promising records,
from hit records such as those that I could arguably mention//
but why argue, in essence?.. nor debate music with ones retarted perception,
and portray my creativity for ones heart for attention?..//
who am I?.. come walk with a legend,
as I take you down a path of his darkest obsession//
on how the many songs he wrote, are among his collection,
and how the many bars and hooks, took his art to perfection//
.. apart from his legacy, he's grown to a marvelous lesson,
that is.. only trust in God and divine intervention//
.. you see, some are destined to fall and die in oppression,
on the other hand.. my will to survive keeps me alive in its trenches//
.. as the world spins and many suffer from the mildest depressions,
some are taken by suicide, while some die by the wildest of methods//
.. around my way, everyday, people die from infections,
diseases of sorts, mistreated causes and violent offenses//
.. from timeless adventures, dating back to acts where crimes were relentless,
to drug epidemics where many fell.. lied my priceless successes//
.. who am I? I am a blessing, beyond righteous and destined,
preciseve, impressive.. enlightened by the light I'm projectin'//
despite my offenders, I'm quite interesting..
but I'm never interested in interests by the likes of these yes men//
.. corleone is a boss, who's twice as demented,
than anyone in suggestion, to those who ought to be mentioned//
or ought to be questioned.. alotta fraudulent reppin',
who talk a good game, but never touched or off'd any weapons//
.. cor lost in his matrix, it's somewhat a dimension,
filled with planets and bars he kicks like loss reception//
in his own multi-universe.. next to mars and saturn,-
where God's and chariot's dwell, amongst the stars we live in//
.. who as raw as he is? nobody in the face of existence,
his greatest ambitions date back to the early slave transitions//
before white collared criminals were mistaken for prisoners,
before albert pikes inquires were conveyed as religious//
.. corleone reigned in his image and was proclaimed the greatest at spitten,
where his chamber was hidden and later revealed as satans crypt then,-
later came his debut appearance on what we call today, a television,
where reporters stated they witnessed live, his hellish entrance//
his overall defense skills could leave you all defense-less,
a master of martial arts, with a charming-presence//
.. he's in all, relinquished.. a fan of his past victorious efforts,
where his talents were proved for slaughtering all those who would test him//
.. a true warrior on his quest, in solidifying his name,
new yorks own.. corleone, the livest in the game//

[Pharaohs Army]

@corleone
Frankly you should record these, namely the first one.
Likely good for audio.

[corleone]

Originally Posted by Pharaohs Army

@corleone
Frankly you should record these, namely the first one.
Likely good for audio.

thanks..

[Mr. J]

Shortchanged too much to occupy space
Folks chose wall street with a coffee & cake
Praised the oddities & fakes, watching each take
Jotting each idea before the apologies came
"I don't want time behind bars" moderately tame...
Slang for days mocha, yadididamean lame?
Pocket these mate...keep em for emergency
And when it pops off, set them off quick....
When I turn and see you need help...
Shiiiiiit then the time I take will be an eternity
Beat who to the punch? That's absurd to me
Weaving these words together just occured to me
And when others say it flows perfectly.
I switch it up and smack they bitch up
Get down to the beat & snatch up this club
Go caveman whomp & swiggity swoop
Ya ideas wickity wickity wickity wack.
Word to the industry crew...
And your momma...
Word.

[Adverse]

Five minutes left at work, hiding in the bathroom stall
Put me on a high pedestal and betcha that my ass gon fall
It’s not so tragic once you get used to the mediocre views
Demons so mighty you’ll wanna bring the Vatican n Pope with you
No money but I’m raw, who’s dope as this broke dude?
You ain’t seen somebody in the game like this since Code Lyoko

[Urban Dialect]

the shit i go through? stains your carpet after i break into your apartment
looking for narcotics, trashing your house like law enforcement, it's court supported,
the judge is on board with it, the legal documents, the ones you ignored and wished
would disappear into a void, and this Child support and divorce, didn't exist?
Well, guess what? this is as real as it gets, blood, sweat, and tears spill from the pen,

[corleone]

story line : I portray the role as God, who years later had found out that I had a father of whom I had not forgiven due to our past differences. In this story line, God (who is portrayed by myself) has a father of whom had lost his mind in the process of training in his sorcery, only to discover his most inner evil secrets and in his darkest moments, had created me prior to his disappearance.

quick keystyle..

as I stare into the eyes of my father in heaven,
I question the many trials and tribulations I've liven//
we share words with one another but our conversation has driven,
to places only our hearts know for mistakes we've committed//
.. two prideful individuals, consumed by hatred and evil,
myself being the strongest.. to guide him on his grace to be peaceful//
we've foughten for eternities.. as I've slaughtered his very armies and people,
plus his regimes but hell if I knew we'd later talk and agree to,-
.. discuss our own differences, like what the scriptures is,
and how our past beefs with one another could later diminish us//
we later spoke about his father and they're fathers before us,
and how this thing we call evil could in fact destroy us//
and the sacrificing it took to get us where were at,
like when our forefathers chose death so that we'd follow religious facts//
.. as our conversation had grown, we spoke more about life,
despite the foul shit we had said and done to each other over night//
they're was I.. face to face with my father,
I couldn't bother to ask, knowing our past but still had considerably offered,-
my genuine respect and love, to later be restored as his son,
as the night had fallen, I noticed we had much ambition//
but first, with myself being the creator of all existence,
who also created the stars and solar system//
.. thus said, I was eased in his presence, believed to be destined,
to mend our past relationship, and was feeding him questions//
like.. "how holy was thou in the presence of evil?",
"did your spiritual journey to master the forces of darkness defeat you?"//
"were you deceived at any time on your quest for knowledge?",
"to later discover you were consumed by its impressive power?"//

(to be continued)

[Mr. J]

Step on dreams like I step on flowers
Step so well they put a rep on ours
Put the flex on cowards, write text for hours
Line after line, paragraph, sentence towers!
Senseless motive behind a set of counters
Take these orders & restock the restroom towels...
Y'all are a set of vowels wasted on Wheel
You love banana clips, then taste my peel
99 of em get you wasted for reeeeaaalll
Boy I'm off my rocker sipping on that vodka
Whipping like pasta I'm shitting on imposters
'im 'er ol boy in the back could die for nada
Little cucaracha I move like I'm in the water
That mean the flow carry everything I droppa

[Mr. J]

I rock a new pair of socks on a weekday
While your mom & wife ask for a three-way
You all about the he say, she say...
Gossip column type read off a prepaid
Cellular, not a vaccine in sight for that 5G
Watch the metaphor & write just like me
Fuck what you hear alight b