THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Violinist I pluck strings from Gepeto
shout out the ghetto from the meadow
science is the process and I'm on the cresendo
annie...are you okay? are you okay annie
tippy toe past me and continue to be my patsy
a pair of granny panties squeezin the ass cheeks
I send a shot to body. a beat to a dead horse
Breeze over the instrumental that I left forced
ten four good buddy. bass ackwards dudley do right
Moving forward and looking back...toooooo night

[e11even]

Annihilist- violent strides with knives equipped...
Massaging my masoginist,
ref titty knocker slobberfests.
Witty monster, not the best...
But itching, fond of docking vets.
Stitches line my hulking chest,
A frankenstein this site possessed.

[Mr. J]

Iron Mike of text a silent vet delirous minds connect
a crime at best when I take a slice of life with cred...
due to current cues of inevitable views and such
I forget now I'm mad at you useless fucks
how can I do this much and still not do enough
idk prove these nuts

[Split]

daft and not deft, im a class act w/ no schooling,
fuck the target consumer- class actions don't suit me,
I barter with booze, and relax in mammoth fur blue jeans

[Mr. J]

Too clean to boost dreams from my new seat
rhyme loosely excuse me. its just a new thing
Using an abusive undertone. bring our mother fuckers home
hi daddy. Im no longer cutting throats or making up a flow
I'm stuffing hope down the throat of these cellular devices til I get another tone
its all gravy baby an m80 blazing waiting to explode safely
its a hands on process that you're mistaking for safety...crazy

[e11even]

no ladies grazing crazy in your imaginary mercedes,
but i'm wavy, waving down the wayward crazies that rarely debate me.
V gets the V, making them scream just in case
encased in the make of a G, not even fort knox is safe.

[Mr. J]

I got it locked and safe, proper takes at a pinata face
broke BLAOW, the cops or jakes, want the God encased
locked away for talking game to his wife & daughter
get the knife & water, mixed with salt like the agua ain't enough
I'm sorry I just made it up, tryna fit in with the fakes is tough

[CopyPat]

I walk in the cypher like ehh whassup?
Canadian swag.. got that maple strut
I stay redunk, I’m strange enough
I hate when pumpkins spray they guts and
Spill their feelings, gay as fuck
And still believing they don’t suck
I’m ill, I’m queasy, date the month
Just kill emcees like daily bruh
Cause this is easy, they don’t know?
I’m Pistol Pete, I ace opponents
Spit the deepest, same as oceans
Kids is beefin? They should hold it
Typically they steaks is no good
I spit that vegan way, ya bloated
It’s a lean filet mignon if
Shit was heated. Save it bro
What I mean is the beef is slim
If you wondering what peace I meant
I’m hovering on this speech I sent
You shuddering from the breeze I wind
I’m uttering what a creep I’ve been
While smothering one of your weakest kin
It’s stunning no wonder I lead in PIMS
I’m fuckin disgusting when I leak my pen

[Mr. J]

So it really doesnt matter who you claim allegiance with
I seen the risk. the cheese. the beef coming like a pizza disc
you piece of shit. I reign like cosmic winds. toxic phlegm
raise your hand b'for you talk again or wind up like awkward friends
silent in the back. wylin' and crap. nothin there like Miley with ass
I'm surprisin' and brash but decided to ease up while in that trance
divulging my silent attack aiming 3 9's while riding in the back
Fully loaded pistol. and my dick so big you couldnt fist the thick growth
I leave pussies with the menstruals and dicks feeling the lack potential
and I'm just playing until I feel its instrumental

[Mr. J]

I'm ashamed. blazed to the 16Th planet 3 galaxies over
fantasies soldier with a trampeeze to launch me into the solar
wind...binge drinking on soda. Sweet enough for closure
But rather argue it out over sour tastes. sitting in Oprah
an opportunistic use of composure molded into a coaster
a solstice holster freezing any asshole attempting at my quota
Doing speed in a roadster. looking for Sandra Bullock
pull off random testosterone glands with a nail gun red like Rudolph

[Ammo]

I go off the top, this here is plain and simple, your girl can crack a smile then put my dick between her dimples, I would butt fuck an instrumental, just enter the mind of a mental, hospital, patient who will pop off like zits and pimples, crash the cymbals, bang on the drums, let the fat lady sing for fuck sakes, the king done come, round up ya sons, daughters and loved ones, im destroying everything in my path like a war you could not have won...I decapitate the fake people who act like they are awesome..

[Mr. J]

I'm playing possum in Harlem carribean connection in the bronx son
Jack Dawson crafted a ship to chill on. isn't he the odd one
I carry a sawed off shotgun aimed towards our sun
a product of the atmosphere polluted by an emission problem
what you got son? a problem with a midget in a bra
ummm thats peachy I'm getting sleepy

[Indefinite]

You think your dope because you sport the sickest clothing lines nope you're only dope because I caught you fucking blowing lines I'll expose you mind and your rhyme scheme it fucking stinks like your hygiene

[Wise Wiggles]

Why me's cloud my future decisions
Keep tapping please. I'm using your rhythm
Cruising for wimminz. Shooting your symptoms
Gucci-whore-skinning in nude is more vintage...?

[dead man]

composite community. delta kappa comma buffoonery
in honor of you and me. drink a pint and wobble unusually
mutiny, like true indeed. i'm sainthood to cross
there's not a tree left but always planks to be walked

[Mr. J]

There's always a brace to be bought. laced embracing the arm
with casings chasing a thought. Til the face is inflating with loss
abrasive. I'm hating it all maybe fates mistaking the God
I HATE HATE HATE that these fakes are faking it DAWG
what? sorry I was playing with yall but Id gladly break it apart
fix it then make it a mark....BANG

[Ammo]

hop in the square circle and laugh at the ice tray gang,
ready to pop off like povpov mixed with more vodka and 2 dames,
it's a shame they gotta leave, but it's ok I got more comin,
like literally they already in my bed squirting screamin im cumin..

[Mr. J]

Dumbin down for nothin but I fronted
somethin somethin speak quietly over assumptions
jumpin up in the lo lo with biggie bumpin
hear that? I ain't heard nothin

[e11even]

damaged inside...depraved. Enigmatic in pain.
religion's rhetoric has an exchange.
anti-hero with the wrath of his banes.
Made a spastic splash in a gas for the flames.
Gasp. this is your glance at his brain.
masked, yet bears bare wares in a dash for a lane.
swerve. no class is his frame. no match.
still strikes as all and none... what a tag to display!
many hats in his case. a natural jack of all trades.
master of none, the masters succumb to his dashing array...
but no matter the faction or day, the bastard will stay vividly vague.

[Mr. J]

Cherry flavored dishes with the fudge mixed in
sweet desire for a witness. a vocal focal point persistent
admission fixed with free advocates in position
I miss it the smell of a fresh idea and a bag of pixie sticks