THE OPEN MIC CYPHER - Page 18

Void · 07-19-2013, 09:34 PM

Hold the fuck up. Did you just poke some fun, huh? With your Joker puns... ugh. I'm sipping coconut rum out a coconut's husk. You come in here all sobered up. Yuck. PARAGRAPHS. WHERE ERRORS LAST and ERA'S CRASH! lollll

What era? The one where lyrics need
to be broken up for you to read coherently?
Whether this style or that one, I'll get smiles with raps, bud.
It all reads the same. I don't get why it matters.

Mr. J · 07-19-2013, 10:02 PM

Looks like I ran into a void tonight
raps written that lack rhythm you should avoid the mic
considered brash, advanced in lyrical razzmatazz
I cloud strife in the avalanche. causing hysterical aftermath
write nonsense cuz on their best day their wording is useless
used to the nuisance but when I teach its a.cursing to students
your own avy is curving your influence...trashy
talk again ask me if I care one shot will send you into a back spring

Void · 07-19-2013, 10:25 PM

Surely that's the calmest of fury you can bomb with. All surly, but it's nonsense. Honest, nothing worthy of responses. To be modest, I could leave you destroyed, but battling's something I mean to avoid. Go 'head. Attack me with trashy, but expound on some of your previous points about your reasons to voice displeasure in letters being conjoined by the means I've deployed.

VividEnds · 07-19-2013, 10:26 PM

hunger games= lol shit consistently
poverty teens can't portray death convincingly

Mr. J · 07-20-2013, 08:10 PM

Keep my pen like a lighter, my mind full of nitrous
my eyes full of life and my scheme full to siphon
kept fools enlightened when I move like Christ and..
send the world into a frenzy
had my backhand ready...like....bitch don't tempt me
since I got this shit back into full swing
I don't care who you fools bring, fools gold on fools links
you need to get back to your job and bring me a full drink

High Voltage · 07-21-2013, 12:52 AM

Seems like you done poured yourself a full glass of extinct flows.
I wish I had lead poisoning, When you let your ink scribbles on rows.
Your dribble… Sounds like you just finished eating little balls of shit.
Only time you'd matter, Is if you put Fecal before your name bitch!!
Fall apart with your lame stitch, I weave my flow like a Sadistic tailor.
Your sewing Christmas sweaters, I make nylon ligatures for communication failures.

Mr. J · 07-21-2013, 07:45 PM

Brain dead affiliates peering through my window
sniper precision, I'm piercing through their chin bone
breaking their neck, like my style they should be embracing the tech
I'm..aiming ahead, see past that trash and these fools chasing the best
keep tracing these steps, let's see your badge in the boy scouts
keep wildin' out, they want it so bad but avoiding the bouts
tell ya boys to bounce...I don't need flunkies tryna debunk me
tryna stop me, rush me, touch me, willingly tryna slump me
funny, I didn't feel a thing coming...that's what your girl said
I sent her back home to you with a pearl neck

Lars · 07-22-2013, 11:52 AM

You can't be a goon with a bird chest... So why do you act rugged? I see through you like perspex. I'm wiser than that, buddy, but I’m click-clackin’ if "some bitch rabbit" kinda like Babs Bunny haha!

Wise Wiggles · 07-22-2013, 12:17 PM

have you ever had shrooms? a lot of it?
& stabbed through a baboon's esophogous ?
put more gas in my bathroom than Auschwitz
stack poo' w/fast food as monuments
use big blenders as limb shredders, get dismembered
sick fetish for skin sweaters, jizz letters
bet you I get her clit wetter & my dick's better

Just Write · 07-22-2013, 07:10 PM

say you hate me huh? you just can't take me cause.. I'll force feed ugly bloody baby mugs, infested with eighty slugs straight down your fuckin trachea

Mr. J · 07-25-2013, 03:55 PM

Paint the same story with different epilogues
new pathways got them quickly stepping off
Move to my beat or get it poppin with questions dawg
when you laying pipe like this its obvious who the pressures on
I snap. slap chests like Chris Benoit. Penis enlarged
masterbation enraged while I'm sitting in park

Lost in Thought · 07-25-2013, 04:51 PM

I'm hotter than a freshly fucked fox in a forest fire
More desired than a suicide bomber with shorted wires
Yall call it a DUD but I'd call it lucky
A second chance at life and its lookin so lovely
But trust me, if yall decide to fuck with me
I'll turn your world RIGHTSIDE up so you can see the ugly

Got a girl on my arm, and she's probably yourse
Mine tonight, but in the mornin she'll knock on your door

Blah

Mr. J · 07-25-2013, 07:19 PM

Hop the fence as I aim at these protestants
I mean..the nerve to walk up on my porch unannounced and shit
English...do you speak it? "What?" ain't how you pronounce it bitch..
bitch...don't you know I have company due
make yourself fancy and say something funny and true
...

Split · 07-27-2013, 01:13 AM

i've become my own obstacle. chap in a monocle.
critique this inexpression and feel who I'm talking to.
this life is a wife in a white wedding dress. sauvignon blanc.
coming undone. finding sangria inside of her chest.
i'm calling her love. time and again. whitewash this fence.
legally, stop. blondes dont go to harvard barring the test.
get at me girls, and all my failed metaphors. categorically,
uncorking my faults into available whores with me,
board off, these dreaded unopened doors. pouring
a aphrodesiac potion, courting the past. thank forethought,
for I planted these seed cracks and poured in cement.

Certain · 07-27-2013, 02:30 AM

Somebody split eight, so I stepped to the fore.
And I'm the type to twist fate into a weapon of war.
When I'm not peddling gore, I'm usually stretching a whore.
Serpent's known for snaking so deep,
I leave uterine vestiges torn.

patrown · 07-28-2013, 04:40 AM

invest in messages born
torn from a hollow throats with borrowed hope
tomorrows dope's a flash in'a pan, gasp if you can
see through the smoky haze with laser beams
light saber seams, complacent dreams never gain life
or explain night in the light of day
my decay
only given in a bowl of raisins, baked in the hot sun
top gun flight
drop from high, stop and die
we multiply in the face of looming doom
pluming fumes, weaving ways' through fruits of the loom
polluted and doomed

neutral · 07-29-2013, 02:59 AM

smart too, part two: argue over half truths,
heart spews starch brews: can't puke. shan't move.
-- piss bags, improvise, shit's sad, synchronize; shit's had in that time
i miss dad, a little line (introspect),
you kissed a man at a kissogram, that shit a crime? (think so, yes)
a mishap, the fickle type to kick curbs home.
i don't know any big words though. except 'highfalutin verbiage'
i'm a high & prudent virgin,
never actually tried to prove that verdict,
the apple of my eye's a useless serving.
did not happen to like that use of wording.
dessert looks a lot like desert... perfect.
black sands,
backhands from black mans -- heard it. pimpin'.
not sure what i thought, certain that i'm thinkin'
therefore i exist, existential etch a sketching pencil.
mental.

CopyPat · 07-29-2013, 11:37 AM

Mentally handicapped, sexually molesting these scantily clad mc's who flashed they ass.
Presently smashin cats, texting especially candidly, Pat sending these faggots back.

Mr. J · 07-29-2013, 04:15 PM

I deliver the apparatus to smash these backward rappers
a mask, late night camper pouring gas on a stack of matches
I knock down their towers burn their cabbage patches
the smell of death is strong like Atlas' back is
tragic but duly noted

Void · 07-30-2013, 01:54 AM

Waves of joy crest where sorrow pools around me.
Surprise. You're still alive, but nothing new's astounding.
My life lines are dope. I read 'em off my palm in half of a glance.
I know my finger print's index like the back of my hand.
Expected of excellence. Success. A perfectionist
settled in sediment. Weathered by effortless
attempts at a precedent set by his measurements.

07-19-2013, 10:02 PM	#2
Mr. J The Clown Prince Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 5,046 Battle Record: 35-45 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 59349682	Looks like I ran into a void tonight raps written that lack rhythm you should avoid the mic considered brash, advanced in lyrical razzmatazz I cloud strife in the avalanche. causing hysterical aftermath write nonsense cuz on their best day their wording is useless used to the nuisance but when I teach its a.cursing to students your own avy is curving your influence...trashy talk again ask me if I care one shot will send you into a back spring __________________ .....laugh....and the world laughs with you

07-19-2013, 10:26 PM	#4
VividEnds Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 226 Rep Power: 0	hunger games= lol shit consistently poverty teens can't portray death convincingly __________________ no matter what side you see it's only one side ______________________________ __________________ _________ _____ ___ _

07-20-2013, 08:10 PM	#5
Mr. J The Clown Prince Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 5,046 Battle Record: 35-45 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 59349682	Keep my pen like a lighter, my mind full of nitrous my eyes full of life and my scheme full to siphon kept fools enlightened when I move like Christ and.. send the world into a frenzy had my backhand ready...like....bitch don't tempt me since I got this shit back into full swing I don't care who you fools bring, fools gold on fools links you need to get back to your job and bring me a full drink __________________ .....laugh....and the world laughs with you

07-21-2013, 12:52 AM	#6
High Voltage Senior Member Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 278 Rep Power: 0	Seems like you done poured yourself a full glass of extinct flows. I wish I had lead poisoning, When you let your ink scribbles on rows. Your dribble… Sounds like you just finished eating little balls of shit. Only time you'd matter, Is if you put Fecal before your name bitch!! Fall apart with your lame stitch, I weave my flow like a Sadistic tailor. Your sewing Christmas sweaters, I make nylon ligatures for communication failures. Last edited by High Voltage; 07-21-2013 at 12:56 AM.

07-21-2013, 07:45 PM	#7
Mr. J The Clown Prince Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 5,046 Battle Record: 35-45 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 59349682	Brain dead affiliates peering through my window sniper precision, I'm piercing through their chin bone breaking their neck, like my style they should be embracing the tech I'm..aiming ahead, see past that trash and these fools chasing the best keep tracing these steps, let's see your badge in the boy scouts keep wildin' out, they want it so bad but avoiding the bouts tell ya boys to bounce...I don't need flunkies tryna debunk me tryna stop me, rush me, touch me, willingly tryna slump me funny, I didn't feel a thing coming...that's what your girl said I sent her back home to you with a pearl neck __________________ .....laugh....and the world laughs with you

07-19-2013, 09:34 PM	#1
Void Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 221 Rep Power: 0	Hold the fuck up. Did you just poke some fun, huh? With your Joker puns... ugh. I'm sipping coconut rum out a coconut's husk. You come in here all sobered up. Yuck. PARAGRAPHS. WHERE ERRORS LAST and ERA'S CRASH! lollll What era? The one where lyrics need to be broken up for you to read coherently? Whether this style or that one, I'll get smiles with raps, bud. It all reads the same. I don't get why it matters.

07-19-2013, 10:25 PM	#3
Void Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 221 Rep Power: 0	Surely that's the calmest of fury you can bomb with. All surly, but it's nonsense. Honest, nothing worthy of responses. To be modest, I could leave you destroyed, but battling's something I mean to avoid. Go 'head. Attack me with trashy, but expound on some of your previous points about your reasons to voice displeasure in letters being conjoined by the means I've deployed.

07-22-2013, 11:52 AM	#8
Lars PROVEN BITER Join Date: Feb 2013 Location: Wolverhampton Posts: 1,588 Battle Record: 5-0 Champed - The Winter Topical Rep Power: 1809298	You can't be a goon with a bird chest... So why do you act rugged? I see through you like perspex. I'm wiser than that, buddy, but I’m click-clackin’ if "some bitch rabbit" kinda like Babs Bunny haha! __________________ PROVEN BITER

07-22-2013, 12:17 PM	#9
Wise Wiggles nok Su kow Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,505 Battle Record: 1-1 Rep Power: 51788022	have you ever had shrooms? a lot of it? & stabbed through a baboon's esophogous ? put more gas in my bathroom than Auschwitz stack poo' w/fast food as monuments use big blenders as limb shredders, get dismembered sick fetish for skin sweaters, jizz letters bet you I get her clit wetter & my dick's better __________________ "black as midnight..black as pitch blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"

07-22-2013, 07:10 PM	#10
Just Write Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 1,709 Battle Record: 9-12 Rep Power: 4997617	say you hate me huh? you just can't take me cause.. I'll force feed ugly bloody baby mugs, infested with eighty slugs straight down your fuckin trachea __________________

07-25-2013, 03:55 PM	#11
Mr. J The Clown Prince Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 5,046 Battle Record: 35-45 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 59349682	Paint the same story with different epilogues new pathways got them quickly stepping off Move to my beat or get it poppin with questions dawg when you laying pipe like this its obvious who the pressures on I snap. slap chests like Chris Benoit. Penis enlarged masterbation enraged while I'm sitting in park __________________ .....laugh....and the world laughs with you

07-25-2013, 04:51 PM	#12
Lost in Thought Member Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 70 Battle Record: 0-4 Rep Power: 37	I'm hotter than a freshly fucked fox in a forest fire More desired than a suicide bomber with shorted wires Yall call it a DUD but I'd call it lucky A second chance at life and its lookin so lovely But trust me, if yall decide to fuck with me I'll turn your world RIGHTSIDE up so you can see the ugly Got a girl on my arm, and she's probably yourse Mine tonight, but in the mornin she'll knock on your door Blah

07-25-2013, 07:19 PM	#13
Mr. J The Clown Prince Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 5,046 Battle Record: 35-45 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 59349682	Hop the fence as I aim at these protestants I mean..the nerve to walk up on my porch unannounced and shit English...do you speak it? "What?" ain't how you pronounce it bitch.. bitch...don't you know I have company due make yourself fancy and say something funny and true ... __________________ .....laugh....and the world laughs with you

07-27-2013, 01:13 AM	#14
Split . Join Date: Aug 2013 Posts: 8,898 Battle Record: 27-22 Rep Power: 85899399	i've become my own obstacle. chap in a monocle. critique this inexpression and feel who I'm talking to. this life is a wife in a white wedding dress. sauvignon blanc. coming undone. finding sangria inside of her chest. i'm calling her love. time and again. whitewash this fence. legally, stop. blondes dont go to harvard barring the test. get at me girls, and all my failed metaphors. categorically, uncorking my faults into available whores with me, board off, these dreaded unopened doors. pouring a aphrodesiac potion, courting the past. thank forethought, for I planted these seed cracks and poured in cement. __________________ http://split8.yolasite.com

07-27-2013, 02:30 AM	#15
Certain Mad fucking dangerous. Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 12,066 Battle Record: 40-19 Champed - AOWL Season 3 - Art of Writing League (2x) Rep Power: 85899406	Somebody split eight, so I stepped to the fore. And I'm the type to twist fate into a weapon of war. When I'm not peddling gore, I'm usually stretching a whore. Serpent's known for snaking so deep, I leave uterine vestiges torn. __________________ I'm just swinging swords strictly based on keyboards, unbalanced like elephants and ants on seesaws.

07-28-2013, 04:40 AM	#16
patrown ‹^›ô¿ô‹^› Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 596 Battle Record: 13-19 Rep Power: 0	invest in messages born torn from a hollow throats with borrowed hope tomorrows dope's a flash in'a pan, gasp if you can see through the smoky haze with laser beams light saber seams, complacent dreams never gain life or explain night in the light of day my decay only given in a bowl of raisins, baked in the hot sun top gun flight drop from high, stop and die we multiply in the face of looming doom pluming fumes, weaving ways' through fruits of the loom polluted and doomed

07-29-2013, 02:59 AM	#17
neutral Member Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 52 Battle Record: 1-2 Rep Power: 3412709	smart too, part two: argue over half truths, heart spews starch brews: can't puke. shan't move. -- piss bags, improvise, shit's sad, synchronize; shit's had in that time i miss dad, a little line (introspect), you kissed a man at a kissogram, that shit a crime? (think so, yes) a mishap, the fickle type to kick curbs home. i don't know any big words though. except 'highfalutin verbiage' i'm a high & prudent virgin, never actually tried to prove that verdict, the apple of my eye's a useless serving. did not happen to like that use of wording. dessert looks a lot like desert... perfect. black sands, backhands from black mans -- heard it. pimpin'. not sure what i thought, certain that i'm thinkin' therefore i exist, existential etch a sketching pencil. mental.

07-29-2013, 11:37 AM	#18
CopyPat Mic Check Join Date: Mar 2013 Location: Calgary Alberta Canada Posts: 708 Battle Record: 13-10 Rep Power: 3742225	Mentally handicapped, sexually molesting these scantily clad mc's who flashed they ass. Presently smashin cats, texting especially candidly, Pat sending these faggots back. __________________ My syllable count approximately a billion, bounce. You cannot compete.

07-29-2013, 04:15 PM	#19
Mr. J The Clown Prince Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 5,046 Battle Record: 35-45 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 59349682	I deliver the apparatus to smash these backward rappers a mask, late night camper pouring gas on a stack of matches I knock down their towers burn their cabbage patches the smell of death is strong like Atlas' back is tragic but duly noted __________________ .....laugh....and the world laughs with you

07-30-2013, 01:54 AM	#20
Void Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 221 Rep Power: 0	Waves of joy crest where sorrow pools around me. Surprise. You're still alive, but nothing new's astounding. My life lines are dope. I read 'em off my palm in half of a glance. I know my finger print's index like the back of my hand. Expected of excellence. Success. A perfectionist settled in sediment. Weathered by effortless attempts at a precedent set by his measurements.