THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[CopyPat]

damn you all murkin this, closing these chapters. spoken disaster on the mic, kickin free's and blowin these rappers to like smithereens. i've openly tampered with life spitting these, cause when you don't believe half of the hype living seems hopeless and that isn't right...the joke is the sacrifice getting cream, hopin to stash it and try living dreams but its nowhere in actual site, literally, work over half of your life withering, till your old and you have to retire....physically poached and your massively tired, that's the rigmarole of a factory lifer.---Daughter and her wedding cake:---all the nickles you stowed are cashed in to buy her Prada on her special day... instantly broke and back in the fire...Haunted by your yesterday

[Lars]

I’m haunted by my yesterdays, while daunting on the fresh mistakes and wrong-calls that I’m yet to make in uproar. I’m a prepped grenade with it’s pin-pulled. Devastating. My pressure gauge is set to break, you’ll be left to face talkin’ out the left your face like Pitbull!



short shizz while i'm working. let's go!

[Flow]

haunted by my yesterdays, in my lesser days, feel like the dregs of a hollow bottle of blossom hill chardonnay but anyways, im here too string together intricate threads woven to instigate mass commotion, an motivate the motion to replicate the swollen feeling of yesterdays emotions, here to take the flow to 1000 degrees Fahrenheit, so you hounds of netcees can latch to it like fuckin parasites,

[Lars]

Baron Mynd’s a barrel-sized paradigm at his peak. I’m sat inside as we speak, but just have to rhyme to a beat! A mastermind who competes with an axe to grind that’s been weakened, it having sliced the bejeezus out average guys up in recent threads! Satisfying the decent heads is no longer enough. You won’t budge him you fuckwits, so go suck on deez nuts haha!

[Flow]

suckin on nuts, fuck whats up bitch I leave em roasted, im da hottest thing slice bread hence my flows are toasted, posting fire, I spit out fuckin pyres with the heat im bringing, singeing legends in a hit and run while leaving fire engine sirens ringing

[CymbiCort]

Originally Posted by Flo Real

suckin on nuts, fuck whats up bitch I leave em roasted, im da hottest thing slice bread hence my flows are toasted, posting fire, I spit out fuckin pyres with the heat im bringing, singeing legends in a hit and run while leaving fire engine sirens ringing

smackin this amateur wack raps back to africa,Crackin up afterin slappin ya dad back to his acura backin up into his manicures screamin spanish words. Thats absurd. and my word im killin Flo real,with these lyrics and these verbs. Cookin up some different for this herb,superb,leave you up in the herse,after i run in ya purse, gunnin then. stunnin you worse when im done butt fuckin ya nurse tuck in ya shirt.

[Lars]

I’m alive and kicking, the quiet living pyrotician with too much fibre in his dietary system - HOT SHIT! I cried a bit when The Wire finished. Watched it? I’m Jimmy McNulty with the drink in me. Sulking. Not giving a fuck about instant results. Still pissed in the morning…

[Void]

Open sores wafting through the jokes, I mourn softly. Do the catatonic zombie walk through a globe of warm bodies. Do the half robotic copy talk so the tone won't warn lobbies of my presence. Jolly rog' pennant. The mocking, fraud tenant trying to cop a squat in this facade we call living. And it ain't odd at all, is it? We've all had thoughts ending in offing small children. Stomping on infants. Just all in all killing. Am I alone in this fact? I don't know if I'm mad. Constantly taking the pulse of my patience. Conscious in labor, how long can I take it? Is this the process of aging? Is knowledge an agent of toxins. A shake of abrasive concoctions we're made with.

[Void]

Anonymous anarchist with plots against cancer. Guy Fawkes on the /b/anner, bitch.

[Split]

your favorite writer's typeset is applauding his death
vapor venomspit blotter. author hemming his haws with a long string of breath.

[Wise Wiggles]

Cling to sex, like which std stings the best?
Fucking weenie needs a vest so shit don't grow on it like chia pets
Cheapskate, stole it, Rollin to sleep dank
Fuuuuck, spank bank overload, from-unda-cheesecake
Imagination, panties laced like pcp trannies batin'

Faggot, say it!

[Just Write]

tortured... im lost. lifes a masterpiece, some peoples portraits are blotched; lives cut short, painted a portion and stopped. unfinished movie; aborted the plot, still never forgotten, even after the corpse starts to rot.


R.I.P. Brandon 5-24-94 - 7-17-13

[Wise Wiggles]

^ back off the words up in my scheme, it hurts when the highbeams light this verse of a 'why me'... Mehhhhh, I gotta blunt full'a Blue Dream, watching this cunt throw a moodswing. Prop the dunce for a shooting, eulogy pre-wrote- mutiny speed boats, usually sea soaked, fumes of 3 kilos.. fucking bitch, her parents know that she's evil like Sharon Stone in Casino, this baron soul of a steeple, got me burying bones in cathedrals...

Time to eat bitches

[CopyPat]

^Comma missing on purpose?
I’m lava spitting these verses like Osama killng insurgents. Islam is giving me purpose but the Qur'an just didn’t seem worth it. I’m conferencing with some Sherpa’s in Nepal like derka derka. Their llamas lookin thirsty geez, but I’m probly misinterpreting. The hottest shit since Burger King I’m whopper bitch, and ur the queen.

[Nigma]

Obamas lips into a sure regime, and it's continent in midst emergency, we got the lobbyists with laws of communists it's frauds in politics , the flawed are first to bleed

[Split]

hands blistered, cells splintered from mishandling Sam Fisher. PS2 dude, like spy handler. See-through phantom jitters from sprite and antifreeze, with... just CS2 tan, inside of three or two tan Swishers. cease idling and get caught by the cameras. lead foot, fuck a hitscan guard securitying my alleged murdery banter and accompanying pictures. substantially retarded, go figure. wrong floor pal. open up the pod doors, Hal. answer me, you glorious robo masochist dunce. 20 years on the job I haven't shit the bed once

[Mr. J]

Arthur...King & Conquerer with the sword swing
writers at my ex caliber...bitches..precious as the lords ring
trolling...knowing they sweeter than porch drinks
summer got em heated and caught in the assorting
Needs more plantation

[Void]

You pussies are pushing panic. You should be. I'm fully famished, ain't looking for food in pantries. I'm hoofing it. Wolfing fam'lies put in the woods I stand in. Ain't even bother to cook 'em. I'll bully a woolly mammoth. Took his wool for a hoody. I look like a Wookie stand-in. Telling my toys a story. 'Hey Woody, go look at Andy. His melon's destroyed. It's gory how whoopee a cushion can be!' The torment of tortured pasts absorbed in my mourning, warping my organs black. Now normal ain't normal. Nagged by a chorus of corpses laughs. I need a quart of Jack, a sheath to store my axe, and a tub full of blood for Rita Morgan's bath.

[Wise Wiggles]

Originally Posted by Void

You pussies are pushing panic. You should be. I'm fully famished, ain't looking for food in pantries. I'm hoofing it. Wolfing fam'lies put in the woods I stand in. Ain't even bother to cook 'em. I'll bully a woolly mammoth. Took his wool for a hoody. I look like a Wookie stand-in. Telling my toys a story. 'Hey Woody, go look at Andy. His melon's destroyed. It's gory how whoopee a cushion can be!' The torment of tortured pasts absorbed in my mourning, warping my organs black. Now normal ain't normal. Nagged by a chorus of corpses laughs. I need a quart of Jack, a sheath to store my axe, and a tub full of blood for Rita Morgan's bath.

Dope

[Mr. J]

I'm drowning in my own wit, y'all sucking in the backwash
suffer back lash cuz I don't act odd, talking bout fat broads
cuz I don't write paragraphs where errors last or era's crash
why would I be compared to that, embarrassed that's the sites refuge
and I'm like "F" you, whoever you want to step to, to get reps due
I'm not even ready to go in..but I might as