THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[CopyPat]

im literally gross disgusting and sick fuck
im spitting these flows as much as i wish brah
lyrically dope, im such an enigma
you hearin me yo? fuck it, i give up...

[Mr. J]

Consorted with my assortment over smorgasbord accomplishments
honored with the topical slaughterer, armor of God with armament..
surrounding my hardest of hardships...borderline schizophrenic
another alias with my name attached to the book open-ended
broken head...arm...leg....& nose from tennis...you bitches belong on Venus

[CopyPat]

Seriously drinking Old Milwaukee. beers be sinking oh so softly, cheers for thinking cokes and vodka spirits be for ho's and not ya peers who be ya bro's its awfully weird sticky gross and sloppy here you bitches know when pop appears i hit the road. the bottles clear? its simply no. i'm not a queer, i drink alone to calm the fear of leaving home

[Brian Bryan]

It’s Cognac and Bourbon til I’ve gone past the verge of eye-contact, just serve ‘em in my shot glass like ‘Perfect,’. I’m beyond acting personable.

[Brian Bryan]

Originally Posted by CopyPat

im literally gross disgusting and sick fuck
im spitting these flows as much as i wish brah
lyrically dope, im such an enigma
you hearin me yo? fuck it, i give up...

...without meaning to boast, we love that you’re hatin’,
We feed off your posts when we’re stuck on occasion
then re-up the dose, it’s doubled verbatim
to pee off you posers because we’re the greatest!

[Brian Bryan]

Originally Posted by CopyPat

its that flow the whole line shit. that quote on quote fly shit. the most engrossed rhyme slick, overdosed high spit. holy smokes I'm sick, and coast to coast i rip. From Okotoks where i live to the Poconos Islands. motorboat fly chicks for those with most sized tits. no one knows why its just protocol i guess....

Hold the phone, side kick! Lets both just throw right fists ‘til they’re comatosed by this, on some blow-for-blow hijinks! We’ll hold our own, go for broke in focus mode, doja throws’ll leave ‘em with broken noses & I hope they choke while hit – I don’t evoke Heimlichs to so-and-so rhymers!

[Natural]

It's no mystery, anger lives in me, brutality visionry, no vitality
Typically just suicidal puzzling, tongue is idle, vile bubbling
You didn't earn it, your vermin, the envy in me is churning
It's troubling, its torment, I'm crumbling, my spirit is burning
Your a bully, a hornet, but i'm through ignoring, i'm warning
If you continue, this story gets gory, the blood will be pouring
My life is on the menu, no restoring, I'll be gone, and you morning
You'll be left hoarding a guilty conscience, turning monster at forty

[Mr. J]

Peep how I blaze it leave suckas in amazement
eyes sunk in like an asian. burnin like a cajun
chasin bank statements and worldwide recognition
only keep your girl for the head and upkept kitchen

[Split]

never alone in this car. Velcro, buckle snaps,
cell phone, ringing rows of elbow rests and tunnel tax,
she never asked my name, but I call my Jetta Lisa.
demonstrate my sad restraint by not passing on the autopista,
awwww. badly drawn Mona Lisa. Moaning, Lisa's turbo's shot.
all spooled up and droning. Cloth seats have burnholes bought
with cigarette butt permafrost and coffee clots in the mats.
I want that Yamaha R6. That's probably the hardest...
You wouldn't trade away your friends?
Except when going from high school to college

[Mr. J]

Metaphoric exploration devoted to manipulated occupations
occupying the nearest lobby with a resume picking off the patient
sticking to the wall, quietly pacing with a grin and bow tie
look slim in my own right, but willing to eat anything in my bowl
I, contend with the best eating rice spitting out seeds of watermelon
got tree's growing in the spots I spat in, you talking to God, honor presence
carry on in friendship the paradox if a cancer ticking clock
they couldn't swallow their pride in my sight, had to get a box
suited to their individual sizes, the almighty has risen, given witnesses excitement
get twisted & divided into divisible islands when I pencil insults into literal consignment
sat with my leg's cross reminiscing over mint leaves & eucalyptus
two clips equipped ready for use, loose mind, son's set ready til' the moon eclipses us
resume to everyday men...fighting in the trench of the mind
dug deep only to be re imagined again while reciting the end of times

[Formal Logic]

Incense, in let's your breathe of fresh air.
Coincidence that Logic's has blessed theirs?
Never! Scarce talent, it's just screams for attention,
I hear you loud and clear, don't fear my demeaning impression.
Questions for the king.... Will be answered in jest, jokers.
Digest dopers...I'll be blowing circles, like impressed smokers. : O

[Split]

I wanna be a statistic. Bleed it from the top,
Needlenose pliers streaking through the cloth.
Seasons, scientific reason is fire resistant.
These leaves catch like violence in leather gloves.

[Mr. J]

Gone of the wrong haze to strong arm the long day
I pursue to hit the best, fadeaway like a long J
I'm ornery, always running off the edge with a short temper
pulling on what they told me to push at the door entrance

[Geno]

i rip the floorboard sections in half during seconds of wrath
cause i aint for the shit talk, while most of you have obsessions with that

[Albert Rhymestein]

In the moment of unloading in this music, I begin to talk smack like my parents abusive/
You? get bitches I think your streching the truth-kid you got a majin bu, with your bohoo lips/
I'll turn that frown upside down with a fist...

[Brian Bryan]

…If you worthless clowns aren’t down with the clique, we’ll turf you out of the house that you live then burn it down to the ground as you sit looking nervous, doubting how we’re sick!

[Ammo]

So sick the vomit causes wheels to spin, taking off, like topless women,
skinny dippin with my tip in the mouth of this estrogen binge..

[Mr. J]

Sit with my clientele in a silent hell, couldn't hit the dial well
so the message isn't received until one could inspire help..
hitting a fire wall so escape was impossible to the blind eye
dreams are expectations on a female centaur that rides by
calling the demons leading mankind back to the Garden of Eden

[Mitch]

The demons set us free from eden, once we had been decieved into the perception guided by a linguistic defined intelligence. The first step to worth is regret, greif, and shame. Rejectin the reason would keep is in place. We need to the evil to relieve us of stag nence, hence the plagues and vag rants

[Mr. J]

Legs folded sitting in homeostasis
stakes raised ready for the leech of Satan
appraised my pen engraved by Langston
pounding concrete. Donkey Kong punching the tape deck
swung Excalibur in the dragon's den
hand's manicured after the accident
someone send Robin Williams a Tylenol PM
don't make me get on my Al Pacino when I see him
no rhyme or reason, move however time's proceedin'
another potential evenin' lost in it's convenience
unaware of the secrets...
continued on throughout the rest of the evening