THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Pharaohs Army]

i wanna write in the open mic
i wanna battle n lose in hopeless fights
.to the dopest guys
i wanna be psychotic n think thunderstorms are more than just open skies
as a fickle creature sometimes i just want a slutty woman to open wide
yet sometimes i want a companion with an open heart, to hold n die [with]

if i could just get high again i'd put the finishing touches on this battle with this guy'n win
i love ta battle cuz i love the straightforward tactics[,]and it makes more for practice

i wanna stretch the truth n make things up[,]to be the best in the booth n make things fun.

then a part of me knows that these guys are dying to see what's inside of me n see the authentic side'v things.

what is rap?
rap is technical rap is special n the more simple it gets the more it's endless.
beats-like-"juicy"-grab-the pencil,
then go on "toubie",
find a club banger n rap it. what is my problem-what-am-i-waiting-ta-happen?

one has to reach their potential before they exceed their potential

i wanna write about the police state[,]n our republic which once seemed great
i wanna write how we're losing the important protections,'v the 4th amendment, like more than ever
i wanna write about how the electorate is more misinformed than ever
i wanna write about corporate errors
n how the only people that pay fer them, are the poor an' unable

i wanna write about the horrors of jihadist, islamists, n i'm not even, an islam-ophobe i promise.
i wanna write about the dangers of hawkish zionists who don't value life'n-shit.
wanna drop the "h" on hawkish ya-know like "caucus"?, ta pronounce it.
anyway, n i'm not even anti-semitic. i promise.

i wanna write about old drivers, who shouldn't hold license.
i wanna write about materialistic youth,who go buy it.

i wanna write about my favorite sports team n how-as-an adult male my(whole)entire life is a sports dream.

i wanna write about ebola; i wanna be a brainwashed boy-soldier,who's fighting soldiers,right around the corner.

i wanna see nightcrawler, in theaters.
i really don't usually go out n see movies that's how weird it is.

i wanna write about a girl i care about.
i wanna write bout childrenguild n the material-we shared alot:

"..she Checked my Vital Siigns; made Sure i Hadn't Died inSide.
..he knew my soul it hadn't rotted.
in exchange for a bit of humanity he gave me tools i hadn't thought of, or had forgotten,
so i could solve my-own problems."

there.i spent that note like a currency.
i'll save the other ones purposefully.

i wanna write about mood problems, and who's got them.
wanna-write-about-nuances-that-i-use-often-n-the-word-often-which-we-use-often.
it's sure awesome!

i wanna write about the media.
i wanna be "greedia" n not just be tired after work where work is the only thing i needed-now, ta feed my son.

i think i'll be leaving now.
there's so much more i wanna write about but it least when i rap this i'll see it now.

[Mr. J]

Peedee POW maybe they could see me now
albums are stale in mourning, leave the wheaties out
this an easy cow. milked it but don't leave me down
take the easy route enterprise then beam me down
I used to get ugly but they say that I'm dreamy now
I keep these clowns packed in the trunk..release each round
3D sound all up in the go easy crowd...
Give them my bush so they could beat me round

[AndyHiro]

lets unriddle unwind, this twined rattled Ritalin mind
intensify the inner eye, identify Elysium elusive design
Excuses aside vigilant visions of Victorian times.
Old Major swine songs adrift specific tides, Pacific types.
Insomniac virus, visine drops block the red in the iris
Spartans roam to Philosopher stones and Posiedon lance tridents
Whereever we go it's this crazy hole that we all call our abode
Out there I'm too phobic, but here I'm not quite so alone.
So excuse these inflections, unruly expressions, my fine fellow man
It's truly affection, I'm fucked up and I do the best that I can.
The glory is fleeting, young juvenile bretherens,
for the frozen Napoleans and our fine feathered friends.
But no matter the weather, whether July or December.
We can stay crazy together so may the good times last forever....

FUCK YOU GUYS MY BALLZ HAS THE DENZITY TO CRUSH CLAMSHELLZ INTO FINE POWDERD DUST!

Carry on peons.

[Mr. J]

I got a chain link fence with a respect to the dead sign on it
I been honest, i been on it, when was my last headline topic?
who cares, two stairs down twenty two stories, over two rockets
too cocky to stop it, too many problems for me to just Tupac it
I'm just too big, & too stocky, too quick, the road been too rocky
too Rocky, Rocky 2, any one of you can see what the body do
the drugs I'd probably use, the police cars that are stoppin' through
I forget what I got into, a pair of sweats & a Johnny Depp haircut
with a pair of senoritas from the tropics riding a pony bare butt...
scared of...what? I never saw the competition that there was...

[CopyPat]

i rhyme whole sentences, the rhyme flow specialist, when i flow guys know its mind blowing excellence. hi, low decibel, doesn't really matter much. my gold text is so buttery, im havin lunch. eatin rappers up, whatsup? keyster slappin butts of sluts. peep the acid, mushroom dust, my flow is crazy, fucks u up. i speak the magic, toast the ghost. leave you stranded, coast to coast. i fooled around and wrote this post, the ghoul who frowned when most u post. the coolest down here, show some cold. i blew your town dear.. Kosovo

lol

[Wise Wiggles]

This that cocoa dope, y'all hope to float but hope's a joke. All these cycle-circles and dosea'do's.. Here's the part after.. Just tears. So hard's laughter. Witness cold heart shatter. I guess do not bleed where the sharks gather? We're mirrored, this scar matters. I don't spit on a slump unless it flatten pulse, cuz my hero fucked around'n smashed his skull. His life sabbaticalled by a cliff side catapult. Reaper slipped by. Grab the soul. Just dead everything. It's unthinkable when you're everything's dead in a blink. No more new ink to show. Dead the rumors. He's safe, got his keepsake next to Buddha. Need blades? A weapon user. It's cheesecake, behead medusa. You don't want him in your dreams, k? Instead of Krueger, but I gotta relay a message to ya that might change up ya schedule. This pain is forever. Wanna go back to when we did that painting together. And it drives me insane that I'll never get a pinch or poke again, this isn't supposed to happen. I want to kick it with your ghost. This tragic that you read about. Why where you went off there no trees around? I went to the spot. It's steep, looked down and saw scrap metal debris.. Too late.. Just your ash necklace for me. Always thought you'd be the last petal to leave. Behind these bars for life. Smell the prison air. Fuck all your isn't fair's and didn't care's. No such thing as " Good Grief " so get prepared. We all die. Up, down, around- seasaw, pie. Make sure Mother Nature treat y'all right..

[Wise Wiggles]

K... Lemme clear the dead air
Soul shot? Here's a fresh pair
Truth or? Lets dare.. Yeah lets
I wanna stretch layers of time
Oh sacred divine. I did't get to say my g'byes
Fuck it, Molly who? Wise Wiggle
After this dab of shatter capture eye jiggle
Sink or swim. Life's riddle.
Write cold? This came from my finger tip's icicle
We all sleeping? Dreaming is life's window
A man of honor, pride. Camping. Long hikes
Now I'm planting bonsai
Can't help but rest this hand on "why"
Just pray you never see your planet's star die

[Mr. J]

I'm a gremlin you a Mogwai
I am legend, acting is part time
the pay is nice & smoke breaks are fine
I feel down when my spirits aren't high
Mob ties & spinach they call me Popeye
aiming cock eyed livin James Bond like
drunk Miyagi fall through like "BANZAIIII"

[theMuzzl3]

Depicted scripts manifested subsequently unto manuscripts
depicting your life within scripture, subscribed to your name.

Your fame goes out the window, pillowed by explosives;
your name and essence flows down the slide, towards the end.

Stripes and stars, laying next to badges and awards.
Pipes, concrete, asfalt and tar, laying down the foundation.

Sudden inclination enlightens synchronization of our brains'
extracurricular activity, magnificently pleading to me to be a part of…

Scary activities flowing beyond the natural order of things;
straightening out any foul ruptures of our 'space and time' continuum.

Disinterest continuously causing spontaneous compustions within your reflux.
Spooking the smokers, tokers, and everything else.

Gliding into an area of mofo's consciousness within conscienciousessness.
Spending needy minutes towards the opposite of self-reliance.

Politely asking for duties meant for beyond our capacities,
the Government rises; and (through you) rise they shall.

But, what goes up must come down…
ultimately coming towards a stable structure.

Breaking it down: consecutively, the blocks of reality get tipped over.
Oh, how rapidly things begin to move… and it begins to sync up.

Spreading drastically throughout our space/time continuum,
until it is no longer ours, and we rewrite what It is that we are a part of.

Extreme humiliation is the foundation of what our reality endures.
The Rodin Coil only has so many answers, so stop asking…

Questions go unanswered. Queries are nullified. Your thoughts:
simplified into the English language, with a hint of ebonics.
With an accent on the strong side of internet induced acronyms.

[Mr. J]

I send a message to the moon, receive plans from pluto
a rude ho, sipping from the menudo, Miss Scarlet, no clue tho'
she practiced Judo, toss her weight around like you know...
she got it, maybe that's why she seems so obnoxious
a heart that rotted, a rapunzel length with her ends knotted
mr fantastic the way her imagination stretched that night
too many kids under the black light, too much conscience
she thought it...but plotted wrong, violation of boundaries
what you know about me, a few drinks could make me rowdy
Roddy Piper, fresher than downy, the haze makes her mind cloudy
renouncing the keys to her audi, riding into a sunset proudly

[Vulgar]

Tokugo the Wise was Sengoku bonafied
Our greatest ancestor of the Ho Cho Gyi Clan
A warrior survived by a family of couriers and scribes
A man who'd crafted an alluring enterprise
Infamous for the women he had courted - their purity was prized
"We must appreciate the beauty of nature, for eternity is nigh..."
All across Old Japan, he'd turn brothels into gardens of Eden
he'd spurn lovers into borrowing pardons and edicts
for mere samples of Tokugo's luxurious vibes
He said "The burden is mine. Under this pavilion, this herbalist shrine,
May the fruits of lust & hospitality flourish in season!
Here, the mistresses are masterpieces - murals that glide
which capture hearts, minds, and tickle loins during proceedings
May the goddesses of fulfillment immerse you in meaning
With no assertions or dreaming - it's the perfect per diem
A place where your inner-most desires manifest with stirring surrealness

[Zen]

Dirty mirror.
The light bulb flickers.
I watch the paint dry.
I’m too cold to shiver.
Belt the walls.
Choke.
Cigarettes help my cough.
I was drinking last night.
I can drink to that.
Toast the glass to all the lost souls, like it changes the facts.
I’ve been wondering what mistakes am I doomed to make? A tragedy story, yet to be written. Authored by my daughter with depressive symptoms. Manic at night, and dead in the morning.
You’ll be just like your father. No breath for forgiveness. Think, fuck it, why bother? There’s nothing left for me to give ‘em. Leave you desperate for healing because they’ll suck you dry till death seems appealing.
But that’s not what I want for you. I want the best for my children.
What did Arcade Fire say? We’re just a reflection of a reflection? That’d almost be poetic if it wasn’t complete bullshit.
lol

[Verbal]

Being noticed is a dualist thing. Fear takes hold of all the truth that it brings. Awareness, perception of what you can not control. And a thousand fragments of all the lies you are told. Society's funny they put you in boxes. And finding a voice outside it is hard it feels like it's locked up. Living life as a passenger, delivering strife as a messenger. So chisel some half truths covered in nicely fit themes and perhaps most will just think it's the same old routine. But somehow through the head buzz and the clutter, feels like a gaining of pace and losing of stutter. Someone larger confronted and yesterday he got louder, by night he slept soundly. He dreamt of a flower and she thought of him proudly.

[Wise Wiggles]

I close my eyes, cross eyed
& I'm in field getting pop flys
Time to let go, like a lost kite
Bout ta get cold, this the frost bite

[Wise Wiggles]

Yo do the worm, you can't wiggle out
Past my pleasure threshold in tickle town
Trickling down to whatever preservatives
This shredder can murder ribs
The dead are a perfect gift
Just sever the nerves to live
Cut. I wanna hear your better re-worded shit
A legend, destined for turbulence
Not even a peace, bye. Guess we die,
Even if you got them Priest Eyes
Now I'm a zombie, longing for Cheech high's
I just use your words. Deep breath. This a deep sigh
You were a deep guy. Probably why you had such a steep lie
This shit won't just ease by. Out there, your body lay for 3 nights
On the fourth. You were goner, corpse.
Such sadness. Worldwide concert force
This surpasses me. Everything I've pondered.. Short
Not even close..
Yo, you ever wanted to take a walk with a recent ghost?
Amongst all the ohmygod's & jesus no's
Insane to call the whole mirage believeable
Like I'm not even fooled.

[Mr. J]

I focus on mind control, 9 below
frozen in fear letting time unfold
what you grinding for? Wealth or stardom
recovery wouldn't help your selfish problems
I give medics honest jobs, bombin' stars
How would you handle the raw barrage
a lost mirage hidden within a commoners car
stuck in neutral far from the usual
fuxk me? Giiiiirl the feeling is mutual

[e11even]

While you on that bootydoo- i got text like buddha do
flexin from a cubicle like I won't ruin you is your usual.
but sadly enough, I laid a route for you just to do for dudes
what they daddy didn't, raising you raisin-assed caddy-pimpin-
offspring /slash/ ashley simpson bad trap remixin faggots within
a realm you merely remaining in... fad-driven lady-men
with no traits worth reigning with... only to rejoice to sound of "it's Raining Men"...

smh.

[theMuzzl3]

Bob Dobbs never said a word.
You assumed reality is what it is.
The throbbing head is affected by the pipe,
in which you are a part of the "being smoked" part of.
Apart from that, consciousness slips into a void:
separated from your soul, you begin to view things normally.
A part of a structured whole, you know that it is anarchy,
surrounded by one white lie that is black.
Your cursor blinks,
you wake up…
only to find that shit's been stirred up.
Always a center point, you know it comes back.
You reluctantly give what you have taken,
and what has been taken from you.
Then, the mirror explodes.
You don't know what you see,
until you realize you see nothing.
Suddenly, you feel extremely comfortable.
Sustainable realities become a norm for you, once again…
and then you are reborn, with a fresh mind.
And, you stir shit up again and again,
only to have it reflected back (repeatedly).
Stir your spoon into the bowl and cause a reaction,
or go with the flow and let things pass you by without disrupting the force of
ongoing momentum.
The Church of the SubGenius recognizes you.

[Mr. J]

Uniforms use a form that I used to form
abusive sorts used by norms useless sorts
use a sword, use a knife get you a mic...
do it right or get subdued tonight
tumor sized dancing to the tune of life
soup or side salad...bread & a tuna swipe
your food...a nice ensemble I often marvel
caught in caramel as I continue to cough & gargle
what...you don't like food?

[Darker Ego]

Mr. J I've never met someone as Dumb As You,
Its amazing watching you keep track of Clouded Truth,
Break your walls like the Jugerrnaut when Coming Through,
I belong on the hall of Fame where they only Crown The Few...