THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mitch]

Wish i could try to word this, in a better way, whatever, okay, yo way back when i could relax i had a track spinning in the head, and bedridden it would lift me back, now going back i think that that rhythm was the fattest shit i had ever listened to, if you knew the feeling it created, maybe you would relate to this?
As if i'm saying this, or typing it, whatever. I might get hyped up by the next writing clicked, aligned, next, beside, my shit, if i like it i'll write some shit beside the shit you wrote and dopeness will become of me. And you to, since you were a running up for me to juxtapose, suppose your flows are fucking sick and there's really nothing that i could top it with, should i delete the previous post talking of how i would rock your shit, nah cus' its a learning experience, its a burden to be appearing as perfect the world is even tilted a little the learning curve from me to the next wordsmith is a leap of faith, I don't need respect, to each his same.
EAT MY BRAINS! Eek, hes insane, how'm I gonna keep his train of thought? I'll not... t's that easy, maign.

[CopyPat]

holy fuck its been a while. flows is rough and shitty style. need my groove back like Stella. but im too wacked off Stella. drinking that classy shit. that high sugar fancy shit. can't afford a pad to piss but i keep my beer fridge immaculate. damn, im rich.... i fuckin wish. i push a broom for a buck to spend. i'm pushin through, im bustin in. sippin brews and fucked again..i spit the coolest stuff its sick, but it gets no views so fuck it then.

[Mitch]

Elemental mice fish frolic with the alligators hating line ups.
I'm steady skipping stoned stockades with wikken cloned crock pots.
Boxing purse stringed puppets shuffling shirt stains from the stucco bird brains.
Skipping stoned stockades with wikken cloned dome docks.
I'm watching rigorous robo copper shopping cartiledge falling off its shopping list.
Rigimortition expedition expedia e-reader division X.
Lady liberty laid a baby, popped its head.
Who chomped her big apple is the doctors quest.
Thought she bled twin towers that mocked the gods with length.
Plain and simple, lasers lobbed through legs, crippled her spawn with bombs at base.

[Zen]

It's simple as why. People need a purpose. Something real in their life. Something they feel. Adrenaline spikes. Simpleton lives in suburban desperate housewives with curtains and all furnishing picked for their price. Dollars and cents is all that makes sense. It's why it exists. All so you're blind to the fix by the highest of the rich. So pious. So right it's sick. Suit, shirt and tie. Equipped white collar, the gifted byproduct of sinning lives of conning. We all believe in truths we know are lies. It's all a ruse spoon fed to us. Like President Bush. Religion. Meaning wherever you look. Jesus. Letterman. Yes, Dave is a crook.

[e11even]

I struggle to nurture each babe with the most corrupted of nooks.
seeds of hostility and angst straight from psychology books
planted in blank canvases who carry out more my flaws than my vision,
but I blame it on social media and those that they look up to.
Its a slimey slope raising your incarnates
to avoid carnage, when only provided a false garnish of truth.
I can't channel my sparcely forested youth to guard them,
since I too was poorly fostered, forced to fight in a guantlet or two.
I pray they see my intention through the cracked walls of a brute,
born where emotion gets you killed, and no one awards the astute.

[Wade Wilson]

Dip my blade in blood, my skin decays as I make waves in the flood,
since fate and love is senseless, Wade Wilson breaks chains with guns.
Grenades and nunchucks, lived a vague existence- insane and judged,
retained with dumb luck, I'd wish away the voices but they're all I trust.

[e11even]

the fallen eye dusk. the phoenix arises.
We collectively rise up to defeat our demises.
Every collar blue hollars truths defeatists would lie in.
Every hollar true, each rallying cry could bring us a triumph.
We rage against the machine, braves offending regimes...
Crazed to get in between days of feeling demeaned.
We're worth more than our penance. the demons intervene.
We face plights to ward them from our naivette offsprings.
The fire still burns in our honor... lets harbour its steam.
No mineshaft or cubical will undermine what we dream.

[Illume]

We define what we see based on the life that we lead,
I'd die to my senses if it meant my life could be free.
We are bonded to stencil an image in eye,
Then pencil experience in a box we can find,
Open and use it when the moment's confusin',
It's order from nature, some constructs from a view shit.
See you're fucked if you don't and fucked if you do.
I sit in the middle where riddles are truths.
It's all flux and we cling to the stuff that we've made,
Till it's dust and our grave's are the only stuff that remains.

[Split]

Voices reflect across personality spectrums.
there's a shallow inflection. ballad and tempest.

[dead man]

imagine ascension. anti-matter for breakfast
golden flaky the crescent, biscuit battered perfection.

[Split]

apple schnapps. vodka and gin.
we can drink until nausea begins.
until it's unstylish to sink in a binge.
drinking is glib. consume and contemplate
until youth and silence consummate.
the breeze on the deck reeks of tobacco,
you seem such an asshole but
you speak with dispatchers
close the window & dread

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

uh

live with compassion...
still keep the steel & mask
tuh deal with distractions,
been knowing the ledge
one hand on my soul,
other holding my head
its thundercontrol
demeanour receptive
the thesis the ether's electric
thoughts detected in theta
seem deeper connected
errbody a teacher
feed my perspective
youuont need to respect
shiiiiiiiiit, i aint at a loss nigga
letme feel disrespected...
& imma take yuh head off nigga
whuuut!?
show me contradiction
& imma show you human
self-recognition
leads to growth, improvement
in wdeva avenue you walk
all actions orbit
round the gravity of thought
keep my manners when a talk
still hold the planet as i walk
.,.,like a muhfuckin burden, nigga

[e11even]

hurdlin your turnt-up's like some turnips nigga,
wordin made me merlin turnin curbs up quicker
than mario andretti swervin a hurr pin liquored.
I'm da sleeper on tequila slammin jesus thru a speaker.
Cause i swear to god i'm goin ta hell before I tell him that he's needed.
Stubborn as fuck, never passin the buck, never flashing a buck.
get buck n' a flash'll unmask all you fucks
faster than the gas can expand in your gut.
So you shat n i laughed cause i'm lax in this stuff
and you study the craft just to adapt to what sucks.
I'm as original as random anomales get, so imagine my flux.
I'm as candid as a camera can get not giving a fuck.

[Eŋg]

my problem IS giving a fuck, never living it up,
lyrically un-binding,
too busy rhyming about rhythm and stuff,
vitamins stuffed into canals where my ligaments cut,
pulling myself together with the barrel of a derringer snub,
i planted seeds. for a rest. the flowerbed is enough,
in bed we discussed how pillow talk makes no sense if it's just
casual. causal? cause and effect is a cunt.
i bit down on the only bitch that verily loved,
edible love. more or less, less is moor?
moors were never enough,
tracing ancestry by design of cerebral touch;
i notice my level's above. but i tend to be stuck,
clean-cut, mean-mugged, while dragging legs through the mud.
i'm astounding.
i'm a sound in a vacuum. or something.
you're vacuous.
you're pouting. you're vapid. you're nothing.

[e11even]

I'm strapping and cunning.
In the league of extrapolations of nothing.
My life is a brilliant tragedy, a majestic triumphance.
Created in the womb of the luckless, consumed in a tomb of abundant
Pain and regret, a respec would help me refrain from this text.
But until I can obtain what Lust's set, I'll never be one, just one above what I'm next.

[Mitch]

I've never been better than the first step. The next steps worthless. Next level is the previous. Everything's mysterious. Really it isn't but your ignorance conceives this. Insignificance is genius. Genius don't get rich, fiddling with their fingers, penises sheathed, life is a wet clit, they're tryna' decipher algorithms riddled in the hips and V. Creeps sneak a hint pitched in the tree for fantasy. History is written with what man pretends to see. Projecting pretentious images of their family with the facts mixed in for the glamour of insanity, half victim of societal standards, half symptom of the sickness their piety's banishing.

[dead man]

jungle adventure
lions and tigers and bears
raping dorothy

[Fig]

A conscious bloom, then I awaken to the sight of my room.
I lay awhile. Vacant. Must decide what to do.
Jack it? Jack it.

[Wise Wiggles]

Wack it and smack it you rustle yimmiez
Laser beamin a couple innies
The fuck hole tripping me out
Chocolate slushies, that slippery brown

[Split]

periphery bound in flotsam that's gushing,
put your money where the tide sits,
walk open-mouthed among nothing
and gush indecisive



...Nah. craft crystal-clear concepts,
and live in here's onset, glad
to hear songs set in a ripped veneer prom dress.