THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mitch]

I peer beyond any beer goggle goddess, throttle, switch flickering, red, the boom, bang, the floored four door box, ignition kicking off emissions toxic, drinking from my faucet, thirsty, bitches want a Hershey, the glove box, deserving the nut bust, curtsy and walk off, later we can talk on my laptop, hop off my lap broad, the mess that you left, later you better lap up. Maybe, yea that's a tad raw, but if you die in the line of service, your father will take my hat off, and that's all fair and well, but what will i be wearing out, to impress another mess to fill the blank your death was, so yea, mop!

[dead man]

Shut the fuck up and
Die like a man.

[Mitch]

I don't want to die to impress some guy that i met on the net that thinks disrespecting woman is cool, i can see you repeatedly sinning and skipping your school as a teen. I don't wan't to be cool if it means living with rules that are mean or just cruel, consticting the things that i do just to prove i'm a man, in fact woman should have more political power their prowess for black magic and cunning is rather astounding and they could probably manipulate the masses with tits and make up, fashion and literature, eating green and bathing mannerisms as well as educating third world nations about the benefits of monthly manicures, and encouraging simple cures through herbs, instead of prescriptions pills, eviction bills would be extended and homeless children would be given tents that are fitted with a ribboned entrance.

[dead man]

Let's all take shrooms and
Talk about nothing at all
Oh, how pretentious.

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

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grip the galaxy single handedly switch anatomy expanding dimensions
consensually, develop a propensity for density, gravity strengthens
can we collectively switch gears? a shift nearing, nigga just tryna think clearly
no string theory, just strands uh perceptions, aura exuding purple
ultra violet, the sun silent next to the vibrant hue's inside, who?
its universal, don't let the cold light uh the moon entice you,
address the cycles, the planets dont move in circles, they move in spirals
four stranded helix, man or behemoth at his zenith, & would you even believe it...

[DexLabb]

talking bout gay bullshit,
arm chair netcees philosphers

stroking ur invisible beard,
afraid to have a voice

boy i dont take no shit,
nah, i was never popular,

am i invisible here?,
ain't like i even got a choice

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

Originally Posted by DexLabb

talking bout gay bullshit,
arm chair netcees philosphers

stroking ur invisible beard,
afraid to have a voice

boy i dont take no shit,
nah, i was never popular,

am i invisible here?,
ain't like i even got a choice

Switch my poise, nigga kill that noise,
Or pick your poison on my sigmund freud

psychoanalysis, give ya psyche paralysis
nine as the catalyst, don’t violate yuh parameters

Amateur play yuh position
‘fore I stomp you the fuck out in that grave that you digging

Comprende? Timberland boot cloud yuh head space
Im thinking its clear, lil nigga yeaint invisible here

Just got no prowess pure cowardice I aint allowin it
Third power have you pushin up flowers shit

Whachu know bout thisss witchya basic ass
You basic, ass, I gets it crackin you flow like a base head

Maybe you been tryn chase the dragon?
& yuh moms keep uh endless supply of Xl magnums

She get dug out daily, not widout payin me…she short?
I tell her don’t make me pimp slap the shit outchu baby!!

lmfao you summumobitch

Retort might result in the death uh you
Hard headed? Bet I find yuh soul is impressionable

[DexLabb]

u got a rugged grip while suckin dick, fag
ur saliva is my penise's waves
and ur asshole is my penise's cave
and ur eardrum's been bleedin for days

dont tell em u didnt hear me cummin',
SUCKA. PLAYA.

[gitto138]

You seem to like to suck a dick a day, duck and hit and lay under the rubble with your fishers hook, tryin t real in emotionless taughts, even those who have lost, a battle, not me in salmon fresh a cannon messed up wit a salad dressing, step up, to the stand, impressions of a gothical man with a tropical tan, but as white as the black water rapids, can it this boat fliped, the copper under bottom, lies beyond measure, its prize before pleasure, pride before treasure, hide demise behind your own leather,

[Vulgar]

Lands that once flourished with noble dynasties are dry as a brick
Druidic magic is silent, a blip --
The horizon is thick with cyclonic mists which give the Sirens a lisp
Our guide is a cross between an anteater and a type of a sphinx
human hands instead of claws and integrated scythes in its wrists
Pardon my not introducing myself;
I'll be describing this myth,
They sleep in oases that are rife with the sick

[big baby]

yoo its the cipher king, sipping vicodin
smashed it nice to bits with the vice of grips i commend
my amends are simple, pay homage to the alien savage
i finger banged haileys comet, while she gave me brain on a planet
it's strange how that happend. this is chemical grade physics
the way the pencil fits on the page, my mental scribbles a phrase. vintage
try spitting itune update lines in a live cipher
cause 9 times out of ten the only thing they're clicking out of is the gauge in the pistol they're FUCKING KILLING YOU TO DEATH WITH THAT SHITTY MEME PUNCHLINE
@Muff Diggity @Joe Metts @Paradigm

[El Muffin]

Lol the fuk.is up with the I tunes shit.

Iono wat ur tlkn bout

But not a bad verse kk

Hailey comet part didnt fit the previous syllables to me but mebe that was intentional

Otherwise cool lil key

Fingerbanging comets
Fumigating cockroaches

Wuts nxt

[THE REAL CAPTAIN OBVIOUS]

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[Split]

you should chase her

a dozen threads stitch tonight
shivering with the lightest tread
one might end right at your bed,
I find instead my life is spent
chasing every why, intent,
from my mattress like a spiderweb.

[big baby]

Originally Posted by Muff Diggity

Lol the fuk.is up with the I tunes shit.

Iono wat ur tlkn bout

But not a bad verse kk

Hailey comet part didnt fit the previous syllables to me but mebe that was intentional

Otherwise cool lil key

Fingerbanging comets
Fumigating cockroaches

Wuts nxt

nothing really rhymed. syllables were out of tact but i dont think that was intentional. 0/10

[Half Wit It]

Cracked a brew, baskin n the blackness as disaster looms.
Feet caked with ashes from cliffhangin off half a moon.
I'll freefall from grace though once the tether rots.
Bury me in silence along with my treasured thoughts.

[dull boy]

I'm better off a ledge. I walk a thin line. My enzymes are etched in chalk around a desert. Lost
in whatever's tossed in my sector. Thoughts untethered. Under the weather. Can't seem to measure loss
against your pressure. Talk like I'm in the present. Not. I'm past the future. Relapsing through your never. Mocked.

[veritas]

Originally Posted by dull boy

I'm better off a ledge. I walk a thin line. My enzymes are etched in chalk around a desert. Lost
in whatever's tossed in my sector. Thoughts untethered. Under the weather. Can't seem to measure loss
against your pressure. Talk like I'm in the present. Not. I'm past the future. Relapsing through your never. Mocked.

your psuedo-emotional roller coasters veneer vapidity
your enlightened darkness is mere stupidity
you can not fathom how many more levels of lucidity
max headroom's bed room can sleep through metaphysically.

[DexLabb]

chew pills, re-fill, be chill, 2 minutes, we will.
i see, kaleidoscope trees blow, face whiter than pinot grigio,
hey boy, i know you hate me a lot. but hey, we flow.
yeah, we flow. whisky woodier than Home Depot.

she;s so. alright i thought about her. told myself no.
but fuck the world and it's ways so what if she does coke
so what if she smokes and flashes titties for strokes
mentally, after the shows in bedrooms with lcd glow

im just a perspiring, aspiring, never retiring, in dire need
of some inspiration to take me higher than these -
smeagols. poke them. better not provoke them!
cause the only thing precious to them is their hopeless,

demeanour. think i see this shit clearer. chop green,
john deere. ur not me, ur not here. my mind is gutter
my thoughts are an allyway and my grind is the shutters
clackering, i got the trench coat ...come get dope.

[Mitch]

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