THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Pharaohs Army]

as Tutor For The Crown Prince i've been tasked by his majesty to nurture his profound gifts.
a Young Kid,
Machiavellian twinkle in his eye since he Jumped Out tha Crib.
"that little hellion!"screamed the queen,"i can smell rebellion".
"let them eat cake--that's what i should tell them."
all well and good
until i told her husband.
he said "raise my son ta Not be Like 'is mom.
if the peasants die of starvation? he won't be have the crown."
grammar critiques aside i saw whurr my king-was coming from.
he was referring to guillotines n their coming down.
cuz what goes around? it comes around!
anyway the prince Distractedby the summer clouds
imaginative.
they must have captured his attention more than my mathematics..
he prods me in jest warning me that he'll lock me in the castle attic.
i feign,a massive panic
n ask him what he thinks of Divine Right.
he says "i am ready for the reigns; the power,
but i'm not so sure that-that's the right kind."
i told him He Was Of the Right Mind, but must never tell his mother..
next day i was a tutor unemployed
i guess they found another.

[Mr. J]

no one's contending, I'm a God of the highest form
feel the tridents force, as I bring lightning forth
striking any individual who wants to write blasphemy
coming to lose qwarterz, then lose financially..
a libra on a balance beam will get shook by tragedy
base it on reality, I'm Heisenberg with the plan locked
don't question the quality when you making that Ken Shamrock.
it's like I been Hancock, sitting on the bench. drunk.
flipping on people with my tales & a heads up..
i'm blessed bruh, treatin' your calves like another step up..
literally, you better step son. head down & your chest up
eating through a straw so you better keep your head up
word to the watered down ketchup
the spoon heated as it was set up..
crackers & a napkin next to the meal
I already said it..I'm...too...ill..

[Urban Dialect]

I'm too real; G.M.O rappers relying on engineers while I’m performing malpractice with a hatchet, ‘punch in’ on a song to patch it and hope nobody catch it, like you looking at the crack of my ass as i tighten it with the ratchet;… and you wonder why people always calling you faggot?

[Split Eight]

lol wut

[Mr. J]

Wtf...hahahaha

[Pharaohs Army]

wut. what tha fuck. hahaha. i'm-in the cut. i'm corrupt. bahaha. i don't suck. i jus did-it quick. like time?
not much.yo, mobb deep in this bitch--u get "bucked". yo. mobb deep in this bitch. you get cut
like sickle cell anemia. or did i Mean Hemophilia?.. either way i'm keillin ya!.. here's my feed:
"not feelin it".
here's my bag of weed n i don't like the Seal in it
medi cine bottle
my head is full throttle i better just swallow
the pills. staccato. like if nikki minaj was rappin this it give u chills. just follow.
i'm so fucking ge netically engi neered they call me Monsanto
chicks like my dick it's colossal-it's in their tonsils.
if i wanted to listen to prehistoric lyrics i'd dig up fossils
if i cared to be associated with eastern european r latin american rappers i'd become interested in soccer
if i wanted to wax,exi stentially-i'd be interested in knowledge
if i didn't like pussy n drugs-i would've finished college
.what give you solace?
what motivates your content?
i been around the world so many times i no longer wanna go,
,around it..
you shouldn't expect,any thing profound here
this is where i get my rocks off whether or not you think i sound queer
i already knew the link for the cypher section,
cuz i don' wanna go through my own insights and dissections!
i have a crush on it least 2 women@work bt theydon' gimme erections
i've created a SuperPAC for potsmokin rappers, libertarian,
,but they won't be winnin elections
i claim gold n tell all the handi cap con testants tht winnin is special
i'm 0-3 so i think that's an incredible message,
that every 1 should get with..
i usually don't talk about race but with each new rap i realize how much of a white nerd voice i have and my crappy raps?that blacks?
can't spit..
-----
fer better er fer worse.
..i wish i had the rhythm and could measure with my words.
..i think i have the symptoms that a doctor couldn't cure..
..i think i counted syllable n vulgar would a pprove^
..and muzzle wouldn't do!..
my raps the kind of cookbook that your mother wouldn't use
..and others wouldn't use.
i Think i am so cool..
i think i'm such a winner that i never shouldn't lose.
the only friends i Have r a Ware it's all a ruse..
i really need a pair of solid shoes,
even though my closet has a jordanz-fer these hoops.
my Life? it likely. consists- 'v more thn what u do.
i got laid like Once. this Month,whichiz More thn what you screw.
i've been told by more than one,that i'm horrible&rude
my flow is very crude
n until you see a real post?-
it won't im prove..
altho it may sound like i'm overly obsessed with textstyle culture it just give me
,something that i do
i forgot what i said,and "it" won't be "ed"
and like one Time- it will be read
and i'm not a racist
the coolest line i came up with on Facebook Yesterday was
.. i took a Left On Red..
.. cuz i'm Better off Dead..
my next poem about a girl will start off "she was a beautician,
and also a musician"
anything i can do to make u listen.
i'm clickin

[Pharaohs Army]

I'm sorry. I was just riffin. I am aware that most times I'm not even funny, like Peter Griffin. I think he's funny but the question becomes gee, do we include that "not", in the simile?...grammar can Get quite prickly. AND pickle-y. Man. Alot of yalls flows,are sickening...in a Good Way. rappers can't even touch me on my worst day n their Good Day. it doesn't even Matter what they Could-say. I Battle christian Rappers On The Sundays. And Then I Ask them"wouldgod Love me".

[Mr. J]

No...God would love me for our similarities
A mirror reflecting everything God wanted to share with me
its embarrassing, and the flattery, well received
I run everything from heaven above..to hell beneath
My wealth exceeds selfish needs, I'm in a pagoda...
practicing yoga with your girl on top of my shoulders
speaking like Yoda..drinking a mocha, doing the polka
you a soldier...in Old Navy folding shirts til your quota..
I'm a soldier sitting on your sofa with a soda & mimosa
lounging like Cool J, knock the stuffing out your toupee
listening to Lupe, knocking pictures outta their new frames
autographing your wifes tits with my children
never catch me riding dirtt the rubbers make me a chameleon
no trace, like I'm tryna tie the game with a duece
men are like bitches, at least you are and that's stating the truth
Thinking you Joseph Gordon how you want to stay in the loop

[CopyPat]

ay, you ho's cayn fuck wit me, the flow dang buttery, i'm cocaine OK, ya nose ain't huffin me. im propane, oven-ly. shit is hot, stove/flame suddenly spit a lot. oh dayum, buddy he better not. git a job, ya coat game ug-ly, friggin slob, i don't play, fuck with me? it is not yo day dunny we killin cops for no pay, touchin these piggies off, I'm O.J. stuntin just really odd, the whole game done when i get involved. the whole daym country just sit and watch, the whole chase runnin and spinnin off.

i go white bronco on ya tight wad ho's, get ya life all blown and ya white blonde ho get the pipe ya'll know. i'm a psych on co, you a Saigon whore. i'ma slice ya'll toes with nine lawnmowers, its just how life goes if your piecharts warped. you're a diehard dork, i'm a python torqued. and im twice ya'll worse with like twice ya'll worth. im a knife/saw/sword. ur a nice soft worm. it's just my life's got more, while i'm livin it up, sippin a cup, iced, not warm not givin a fuck on my flight, concord to the middle of some site offshore....... bish nggaz

[Mr. J]

Switch figures, the ditch digger, itchy fingers & quick triggers, the wish giver, 'Q' the big picture to you bish niggaz..I'd spit witcha but your wits slip quicker than a lightweight that switched liquors, diamonds make my wrist glitter til your lips quiver, my dick's bigger than a mushroom cloud...better yet it's as tall as the big dipper, I could slap it down on your forehead from space, I'm great, I'm fate, meaning I'm bringing death to your face, tapes, this is analytical rape, 2 girls 1 cup, how does that shit taste? I don't know I'm out rhymes, wait..maybe not that's just the babies plot before he got the rabies shot and looked at his parents like 'Do you hate me?' nah..but we wish you were never born in that ugly sweater store while we were partying like the rest before, your mama needs breast support like my nuts, your hopes & dreams are tied up, thinking your verses are hot..but you offer more sleepers than lion cubs..right? write cause I don't grip the mic enough, tired of rappers they need to tighten up..cause when they right it's far worse, drunken, sittin' by their bars..hurt, you squares are sweet, must be a starburst..

[Pharaohs Army]

.HEY,
mr. J
i was supposed ta Post These Bars-first!

i forgot who it Was but someone Said Somethin about continually churnin out Content
i used Similes, in my very first Sonnet around the time-that mommy sewed my vry first pocket
flow's liquid but when i Want to-it becomes Solid
wrote about a girl
n when she Wants-me she Comes Crawling..
round this time last year-i-was Bawling n now i'm jus Straight Balling [lmfao]
a ridiculous writer i hate my calling!
a reVival of sorts we all Fight fer the site's survival
it's not about challenging rivals; It's about managing our"Inside thoughts" and channel ing um..
if i'm not in the magazine i got a magazine fer the gun when the magazine's done
quality over quannity-
r u Almost Done with yer Master-piece,Love?
if not
lemme work on your toys
like those Santa's Three Elves

[Pharaohs Army]

iller than a virus the kind u fight-against like what Mackafee Sells. [McAfee]
despite what i said before i love battles.my rap is like a pacifist's hell,
especially since i've sadistically emerged from my masochist shell.
based on your lyrics i've gatheredthat life is Hard fer you. that's swell.
.please find someone else you can tell.
i play the Odds with my Headbut i Always Land-on-my-Tail.
my heart is Telltale--
that's why i tell Tales!!!

[Pharaohs Army]

Well. i'm not very satis-fied with my record Sales...
I did a lot of writing in prison in 1999 perhaps I should go Back to Jail and start fresh so my lyrics are no longer stale. At that point I would become hailed n tell mom I'm no longer failed.
I too often seek out controversy discussing topics dirty. A third rail. Regarding Jesus I put in the first nail. I didn't like the way his dad created life-- all the way from the first snail? to the earth's first human male.
I lost my eyes like Neo,and had to send for publications written in braille. I OrderedThem on Amazon and thentheycameinthe mail.
Daily I round up the best constructive critics ta rate me on a scale. They probly hate me becuz I've become snarky 2 a point beyond the pale.
What is the point?- I chase a holy grail. But all I ended up doing was sitting with(the)Templars tasting ale.
I'd rather rap about guns n drugs than the health benefits of kale. I don' even know if it's beneficial. This term is played out but I've been official. Ever since I've had a whistle. I "blew it hard" n asked you da listen!
With a mask I break and enter into household kitchens. But I don't take any thing resembling bling I simply enter the fridge and make sandwiches.Delicious.
As you can Tell my lyrics are vicious.They often hit like missiles...But then I get frustrated with Them,n chop them up in slivers. Although there are about Three with a really hot delivery..
Stop, you niggas-a killin' me.. I get so depressed when I read your lyricsI want pills 'an weed.
Italics: they run in my family tree in case you can't See. I've got a backup plan if I can't make it as a rapper. In case I can't be.

[Urban Dialect]

just to be safe i pack heat, show the cops the papers that I’m legally armed and dangerous, bullet through the heart of a racist, patience: gave it some time and realized that nothing is changing; just the same shit over and over again, looking over my shoulder while I’m hosing the benz, if the neighborhood watch don’t know you? You’re getting smoked in this bitch! You’re safe in the ghetto, stay away from the burbs and the meadows,or any place white folks have settled or you're going to end up face to face w/the metal, and your family won’t prosecute, cos they'll be treated like prostitutes, out of court they will settle and cash in/ and get more money than you can imagine, you‘re in an apartment complex; they're in a mansion, you don’t belong here, either leave or get blasted, I don’t care how gansta you are, you'll still get your ass kicked; right before getting arrested; police burtality in practice, American culture, where racism runs deep and we keep it old fashion , where you get hung from a tree after being beaten by master

[Zen]

A black man telling other blacks to stay in the ghetto is great, because there it's better. It's safe. Stay away from the 'burbs. There it's insane. There whitey kills black people every-day. Stay in the 'hood under the protection of gangs. ILLUMINATI. Whitey is the devil. Jay Z is a slave. *fart*

[CopyPat]

you're crazy to battle me, son, jeez. leave you waving the towel when its done, peace. i'm basically outta here, gonna leave, cause i'm taking my talents to south beach

[Wise Wiggles]

Balance without beams. Posted on 4/20
War money, savage about cream
I'm the saddest with out dreams, they, don't occur
visit me, we'really getting stoned, for sure
Beach comb for pearls
every scarred face thinks he owns the world
precious moment. Precious every word spoken
I'm off in space, remembering. Forgetting that my phone dims
they happened. The way back when's
age cashed in. Fate always wins
all the fall-breaking. I was the nephew
sparky. It's all menus & heart beats
Happiness a rose but the petals are sharpened
I'm here now. Sure. But I'm levels beyond this
you devils is starving.
Acid. Molly. Shrooms. Meadows & gardens
let's see what beauty we can schedule the farthest
wanna let go of costumes. Echo of lost moons
it's special. The stars zoom
You're speeding light centuries
time bends for me. No one dies, mentally
not in my head. They're alive
see faces in thoughts. I am awakened
non stop. Room-temperature hef
you know it's been a while since the moon set to the west?

[Pharaohs Army]

@UnbornBuddha
Remember when I thought I was better than the best?
I never really thought that. Just wanted to put them all forever to a test.
I'm too self-absorbed to explore the Theravada texts,
let aLone share them with the West..
..I'm a vacuous entity practicing lethargy.
How can I practice nothing?
I've made a scientific deduction that I must be full of tremendous potential energy.
I wish my secular Accomplishments were half 'v my next writing masterpiece.
You're over me. I think I was just there for your astonishment. Another example of the toxins Within.
Man-kind. I assure you I am exceptional. I don't even "seek". Unlike others
who seek but can't find.
I just cry for attention
telling others to cast their eyes.
"Oh lookit him. His manipulation of language that he practices at whim.
All the while,never glancing within,unless he @mpersands his friend..
..I've purchased a container for your existential hopes and fears.
I hope it's clear. I think it Is; it's tupper ware.
And I've noticed a lot of Stuff in There.
My cupboards bare. That's why you notice shallowness in a lot'v stuff I share.
That's why I diligently stick to my niche as a technical analyst.
That's why I counter your metaphysical with a pessimist avalanche.
Not to puff you up too much but I noticed from day1 you were a special candidate.
You could have ignored me.
Your legacy mightbe the candle you lit...
What is joy if we 'ave nothing to con-trast it with?
What is the Master if 'e didn't have basket-case like Pharaoh and Jesodist?
.You don't have to respond, but if you Want 2please don't be hesi tant.
my Whole entire life is a lesson lived.
If my uncle quit heroin, it would be the best of gifts, and then the moon?
might set in the west.

[Wise Wiggles]

This ain't checkers, or chess
bigger than you like wreckage of webs
never really favored the texture of death
been seeing moon peeping sun birth, westward is left
idk but saw the title spirit toxin
Knock knock, you're life's greatest fear just logged in
party time. Take this beer & hop in
I spit this steam out til the mirrors are foggy
Tons of crazy miracles,
dating back nine hundred & eighty years ago
just love when baby deep throats
lovey dovey couple d a ys then peace broke
this that stitching in the gutter slang, each stroke
fucking zombie cat of pale chalk
throw your ugly body at a mailbox
Grubbing, laundry, dabs & face fucks
sunrise retina slouching in a country slab of wake ups
Blotter acid, what the fest
Toxic fabric, tongue, digest
Coffin blues
Almost noon, this sun dies yet
this the sun's day, rest
like slackers do 24/7 life-milk
perfecting the art of doing nothing, expert time kill
So many head aches & worries pressure Wise still
Here's some comfy advice: never let your Dice spill
don't gamble in ghost shadows
relax and write the waves that mows castles
dope planet. Hold back tears & hold candles
good bye, all your things.
Guess they call this a little life altering
Mind's adios'd. Usually zoned out & a corpse
1,000 miles away, producing stog' clouds on the porch

[Pharaohs Army]

Overkill. When I wrote down
a little more. Broke down,
a little torn. Sharp rose,
a little thorn. That prickles, as my heart grows
a little cold.
Composing Simple Songs
to fit the mold. And hitting bongs
like tomorrow's not special.
I boil over. Lemme borrow your Copper Kettle to melt some toy soldiers.
I will not just settle.
Obnoxious message that I text myself,
to stop inventing things to vex myself.
Improve my production \ Best myself.
Observe,and ignore feelings,including the next I felt.
Perhaps this will preclude me,from messing Up! I've been a dunce.
.I never notice the sun
though the earth is light and warm.
.Teasing those who use their mic as a shield. n goading those who use their mic as a sword.
Frightened of being bored.
Typing and being ignored..
but only if writing Quite poor!
..Too often referencing the 2004 Psych Floor..
Using euph emisms ta dismiss your truth&wisdom.
So sick,I might be the cause,of your newest symptom.
Plane crashes
and sunken boats the newest victims
I'm sorry for your loss
I don't like that phrase but I use it en lieu of becoming sickened..
Taking into account the reward when I analyze, the risk in..
Watching n writing about you writing under the tree,where you and she,had a picnic.
Why did I say "there's no such thing as the past"?
I'm sorry. I'm flippant. I'm different.