THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[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...

[Mr. J]

I'm tired of the monkey see, monkey do
you must be a monkey too flinging out that monkey poo
did you seriously type that? funny dude...
if you serious I'm a dummy too, you dum dum dummy boo...
hoo...wah, wah, I want attention round here
anyway, I own the ground here, fertilize it like a proud steer
while you suckle the teet and I pound beers
play a fan with mouse ears, you silly ass cow weird...
I forget what I'm saying to you, I'm playing with you
I can't believe that I'm saying it to, portraying the truth
putting you on blast, making it news that your hating is use...
less, you stressed, you mad, you whiny little poon bag
I'll kick you in your raccoon sac put you where the moons at...
use you to wipe my ass & turn you into a Pepe Le Pew rag..
where your goons at...I'm sorry I'm just playing with that noob ass
boredom is a sad thing, especially in the air with batwings...
it ain't over for the lady til the air between her fat sings...

[FLOW.]

Face to face..you'll do none of the such bitch
here for a pun intended. .insert joke..filed by a mile high piled lie
You tote guns..mad stock of movie memorabilia
dont get choked son..a father sharing advice..bitches'll end up killing ya
I dont text much..too busy setting up
studio equipment..designed to burn out your retinas
write a verse worthy of a nod or two..(pshh)
not for you..because I said write (biologs) stated not do
that type** of shit you hopped into
you the type** to cop a lose
unable to swipe..give you credit even though its not due
fucking waste of space..breathing in what you lactate
the type** to rock your girls last name.. (insert) laugh face

[Bodey]

You leave a bad taste on this rap stage
Or this pen and pad page, fully equipped with a fags rage
Slittin his wrists with the ink til it leaks outa his stabbed veins
Why die at a fast pace when I could sit here and wrap rage around a wack slate of single syllable raps? Yay.
This fad's gay, the thunder chats stay makin the lightning clap gray
My words are a fat waste of time, I'm on the verge of castratin guys with brass razor knives

[Witty]

Originally Posted by Badi Alii

You leave a bad taste on this rap stage
Or this pen and pad page, fully equipped with a fags rage
Slittin his wrists with the ink til it leaks outa his stabbed veins
Why die at a fast pace when I could sit here and wrap rage around a wack slate of single syllable raps? Yay.
This fad's gay, the thunder chats stay makin the lightning clap gray
My words are a fat waste of time, I'm on the verge of castratin guys with brass razor knives

Aye this was dope.

Everything you post seems to be better than the last, which I always enjoy seeing.

Props.

Keep that fucking brass razor knife away from me tho.

[CopyPat]

brass razor knife, i rap crazy type, the mad danger type with a mac-80, yikes!! thats 70 more macs better than a mac-10. im eating bigmacs in my back den,i drive a Mack truck and its bad luck if u act then. u get rammed in, i slam kids like a basket dunk. faggot punk. bitches get they asses fucked. as a passenger in my Acura..its my natural aura that gets my thousands of whores to bang every second in a matter of minutes. im a classical cynic, you're a laughable gimmick. your raps are hygienic compared to the nastiest writtens. its so wack that i cant even mimic how badly you spit it, even if i had me a dentist, still couldn't clean out the cavity sickness from the bowels of my innards, i'm a thousand with httin. ur batting average is listless. ur so off base that ur in the stands eatin fishsticks. im grand slamming these pitches and getting actually lifted off a sack of the sticky.. icky yicky magical spliffy. fuck i gotta go. @Wise Wiggles, can you handle pinch hit G?

[Mr. J]

They call me the Miyagi of Karate, John Gotti & Pavorati
Moriarty in a party in a lobby assuming I'm so Godly
An anti-body in a shotty unloaded on the sickness beyond me
probably on a hotty with a body bent over doing pilates
oddly enough..a commodities bluff with an anomalies touch
Get armani tux'd and the body dumped out beyond the dump
mockery up, originality gone what terms to battle me on
insanity forced into these family sports raised in a fantasy storm
humanity torn between reality or imaginations never fathomed before
I actually mourn with the galaxies source of shits given it happened before
an intolerance for the lactation that gives you life that don't matter anymore

[CopyPat]

^dope

I'm a hundred times better than a hundred rhyme veterans. And speaking of veterans i don't think i ever remember them, on remembrance day, i think its November, wait, i keep forgetting, great. i eat spaghetti, steak and fuckin feta straight. im such a chef with plates, an bust this text for days, im up in Texas, wasted, fuckin gettin naked. got my special lady and she hectic, crazy..and we celebrating cause we elevated. fuckin hella faded, up in elevators gettin my ray rice on. smack my bitch up like that gay dyke song. im way hyped, gone, my fuckin wavelengths off, thats why i break mics off, the fuckin great white shark jaw snatchin you up, i dust ya dame right hard, broads snatches get fucked....lmaooooo

[Darker Ego]

The battle field is my park i've slaughtered many whores
you're just a herbivore being gang banged by a pack of deadly boars
Aim to the base rise up from a test you fail in disgace
be sure to mash on the breaks before you fade in the race
No longer thinking violence like throwing a grenade in your face
Silence in family dinners we used to respect Father and what he will say
Years after that Aliens from outer space came and altered my dna
WIth strange equipment brilliant light Beams and Rays
I share the scene with brave sharks feeling rage
Feasting on your carcass sunken beneath the waves

[E Tha Real]

Sweet a keystyle thread.


Release the page from the pen then watch the ink shout
The Streets of slaves and men, I've stopped to think about
Mocked on the brink of clout?iFlow to beats of rave and zen
Under grief haze a friend,i put dro ina piece or blaze again
Aiy-yo the champ is here... its not the size of the fighter
Kittens Cramped in fear while i got the eye of the tiger
Pride of the cypher is equipped with machetes and swords
Now all Guys want a writer like shit Let me get yours
Steady on whores drop a rhyme scheme i aint figured out!
wont correct me on boards cause i dream of a quicker bout

[Clayray]

I been drankin'... The blood of victims
Get shot when the bass drop in the club spittin
The assassinator of assassinators, talk shit now... getta casket later
Imma' fraction greater than my classless haters
When I roll up you get smoked, pass the papers

[Mr. J]

Gat's or Razors, they all come packed with flavor
bathe in Acid, hater, you chronic masturbater
I'm immaculate playa, I sell crack to waiters
make them stash the paper in sack of potata's
maybe that's a stretch like my rooster then
I put you under heat, like I'm tryna seduce the hen
I flew the coop and then...never called your mom
so you and your retarded siblings can hobble on
don't need to be November for you to gobble on
I'm hostile mon', right near the beach boyyyyy
don't get sandy..don't be a beach boyyyyy
get a corona popped in your face
all over your beach...boy...

[Mr. J]

Am I out my mind or a clouded insight brainstorming
these tears fill up but without effect ain't pouring
I raise warning to your foundation then I make stories
to you artists who paint poorly, yet you claim glory
I take 2 shots in Russian Roulette that same morning
cause & effect, eventually I get brains pouring...
I don't do what you like that ain't for me, same story
I blame Maury, for you drama queens & gay shortys
I'm back with 2 things on my mind....write.and eat
nothing else in sight but me. Writing out a crisis sheet
For anyone else that even thinks they nice as me...
I'm like the tree that spreads his branches over.his.seeds
you get life from me...so its obvious how.you'll grow and try to be
you admire me, whether a little or in my entirety
violently lie to me I can see a higher hidden privacy
In your infancy, in your childish eyes dreamin' wild dreams
I laiugh at it all and that's where my smile creeps...
and.think this is what I will leave

[Mr. J]

a generic spirit that's been compared to near shit
base it on appearance or blame it on your near sense
your weird sense..your bad aim and that near miss
that fearless sense of direction that your ear's give
you could cause a butter fly effect (your ears BIG)
I swear if you hear this when I'm in another galaxy
you must have ear wax for weeks, brush your teeth
cause if you caught wind with that breath..can't..fucking...breathe
I'm bored with subtleties like some ugly weed
that turns out to be better than your mum, ya weak
7 day theory with a dash of L & Big, you selfish twig
you smell success but all I could smell is shit
that's funny right...

[UnbornBuddha]

I see your still fishing in the lake
Using your own children as the bait
But in doing so you've been bitten by cruel fate
The tables turned as your own kingdom fell in flames
How does it feel to be the victim of your prey?
Instead of illuminating entire cities with your rays
You've become a mere flicker of a flame.
And don't dare to nitpick at my phrase
That's akin to digging in a crate
Containing ten thousand snakes!

So please,
Save me the effort and start digging me your grave, &
Just so I don't forget who you are chisel in your name
Once accomplished hop in and wither right away!
Don't worry,
I'll come every now and then to spit spittle at the place
Heck, I'll do it in the middle of the day
Right when I'm doing my facial with mineral clay.
This is the effect for becoming viciously depraved.
I've become stupidly simple in my ways
While you've autointoxicated your liver in a haste
Spreading toxins to your blood stream that remain
Engaging your white blood cells who scream to be saved.
The soul that lives in your being is afraid
Why so? because of your future business grim state.
A sad tale in which I'll leave a vase of flowers in your wake
The end state...
Loathing the wisdom of the sage
Palming your ears so you don't listen to it play
is the reason only a few minutes have remained
Forsaking eternal life is for Christians gone insane.

[Mr. J]

gone insane?
awkward mayne..
gotta say...
.........................that^^^
was awful great..
jks

[Bodey]

Christians gone insane? Or bitchin all the same? A twisted bong of haze starts litterin my brain as i scribble in grenades til it intimately bangs. Pen and paper sex, zen behavior rests. Grab the waist and flex, oh its contagious, yes! You try to save your breath but you can't stand a vacant desk. Writers block gets laid to rest, and the pen is crazy wet, a fragrance kept so far from death it's like it creates the best orgasms yet

[UnbornBuddha]

Disputes ultimately atrophy the brain’s battery.
You always sweet talk me the same flattery
Thus, sycophancy that was once praise turns to grave blasphemy.
Realization is just not a game/ fallacy.
But don’t ever forsake sanity to attain chastity.
I pray constantly that I will able to forget I was raped casually.
I fumigate wickedness, as I find the perfect human state within us.
Sinfulness is dispersed upon touching an illuminate stimulus.
How I came about was through my parents beautiful synthesis.
Copulation that led my soul to my body, an agglutinate instrument.
Every impetus of mine is to communicate innocence through numeral distances.
Like Bian Que I cause funeral dissonance- When I resurrect the human that’s sitting in
The coffin, who wakes up, and everyone thinks it’s a miracle.
Raising the dead is simple when you can sing to the spirit world.

The pessimists may call the resurrected the living dead.
This are the same individuals whose rectums have syphilis.
Besting the incubus, converting them until their message is omnipotence.
There’s no expressive equivalence to the blessings of exorcism.
Every figment I’m emitting is equivalent to the symbolism of Leviticus.
I crave Eden’s fruit, my metabolism is Genesis.
You shall perish by an immediate embolism,
Or malaria in your nervous tissue by some bacterial mechanism
If you persist on heralding delirious terrorism.
Beliefs can be hypnotism, barriers with terror in them,
Consciousness evolved by looking at the mirror in mesmerism.
Pearl wisdom comes about from a myriad of heroism.
Reincarnation has given me eras of experience.
Many souls after death continue to bear an appearance
Burying material possessions with you is an error, period.
It turns one to a ghost, a pyramid pharaoh spirit.
You don’t really want to battle here,
Only winged angels can duel in the stratosphere.

[Mr. J]

Get that shit..outta here
that's what I say to these blocked shooters
get that move...outta here
that's what I say to these ball movers
these rebounders and wall users
I break through D on you skinny ass cheerleaders
you silly ass squad dancers & light beer drinkers