THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

You the type to remember measurements
I remember bank account amounts
the expiration of my gym membership
Hulk smash and leave your head pounded out.
I control the game with no sentiment
No denials I am without a doubt...
El numero uno, el jefe, his majesty..the president.
The schizophrenic editor...huh?

[Bodey]

Schizophrenic editors seem to have the better work
As if their pen's a predator, a live-to-die competitor
Original instant-messengers where ink is left to burn

[eastcoastkody]

get shot....Mr Burns
kiss the curb
lesson learned
dead on arrival
i will dead or alive u
send them rounds out like a roundhouse
hit ya head and ya spinal

[Mr. J]

I'll make your head spiral
make your death go viral
send out anonymous to find you
light you on your firewall
Riding until the tires pop

[Mr. J]

I'm the...first to arrive and the last to leave
it's just another trick up this bastards sleeve
we had the trees, the papers, & massive leaves
feed the disease, and then live cancer free..
you..you are standard, weak, I'm a masterpiece
another attractive freak, someone pamper me.
deliver a decent piece then I pretend to act bad again
you pretend to be important, making you Zap Brannagan
I act manic & deliver some road flares in heavily wrapped packaging..
I blow myself away, so I brought the flak jacket in..
diving on grenades for the shits & giggles
you want 12 then you can get hit with squiggles...

[UnbornBuddha]

Truth is, there's no sense of norm
We’re all essentially illusions in a mental ward
Demented lords trying to befriend the world
While, the worldlings try to end the world
Our narratives resemble going down an abyss
To find out why we live, & cast away the doubt within
Yet, as you descend you realize the size of your rope
It is too small, and it is too late to climb out the hole
That’s why I’ll rather leave this task to the drones.
Pathological bones, make walking the pathway so cold
Each stride requires me to ransack my soul
So as to provide the dark matter for my hovercraft to roam.
This saga been told, so throw my corpse down the rabbit hole
Let the lava flow submerge me, until I discover why I have this role.
As of now, I’ve lost faith in whether I can crack the code
Matter of fact I’m old, let the fabric of space-time shatter and fold
The trek of the stars is something only William Shatner calls home.
Juggernaut density makes gravity one of the astronaut’s enemies
The cosmos have complexity surpassing Camelot’s legacy.
Our lives being taken away by a comet avalanche is heavenly
Come along and step to me, I’ll summon Ragnarok as weaponry
Leave no doubt in your mind that flying saucers have entities
The lava rock has chemically changed my perceptive quality.
I can now see a resolution to an endless odyssey
A tale that expounded a never-ending tragedy…
Repeating the same lunacy over & over is the devil’s masterpiece
Eternity’s beauty, ah! To me, this is heaven’s fallacy.
Such talk is why my superiors banished me
And now, I stand trial for a sentence that will ravage me.
I will be branded a savage & expelled from social contact,
Because my ideas are crazier than those who stab the homeless for laughs.
Yet, I’m calm, but oh if only my neurosis comes back,
Maybe, I could defend myself better if the Motrin inspired psychosis would last.
My fire is like the wings of Moltres when flapped
Discourse and debate are a hopeless dance
A back and forth dispute over notions that are based on emotional traps.
Be like the rest of us, learn to cope without making your hormones go wack.
Relax, and let this stress free ocean drag you into your chromosomal past
Detach, like Oprah back when she was gaining massive adipose fat.
You see, I just fed you that hypnosis crap, the psycho-babble that strokes your ego
I pledge allegiance to nothing and this is why I know no evil, that’s an open riddle
That to be solved requires Sherlock Homes to be your babysitter.
Despite the words you see, I spit the formless rap
The type of invisible pollution that peel the layers of the ozone back into Jehova's land
Followed by an exhilarating explosion grand enough to rival a supernova's blast.
Pestilential storm that one day will reach celestial shores
I live in the age of sexual wars. Let the next thought record in your cerebellum's orb.
Marylin Monroe wasn’t an idol, but a presidential whore
We the people barbarically express our message of war
To our other brothers because their spiritual essence isn’t ours,
Their language portrayed like a snake hissing the heaven of ours.
Destruction, don’t act like we haven’t played our intellectual part
In its unfolding, after all, our involvement was a fundamental force
We’re professionals that profess ignorance as our second law
Let anguish and the rebirth that follows mend our hearts.

[UnbornBuddha]

Problems are but undefined thoughts in an array of colors
The heartbreak of lovers makes me star gaze in wonder
Getting lost in chaos, similar to what a scarred brain is under
The Library of Alexandria destroyed is the heart pain of scholars
Our present state is but a dematerialized past
Fragments and scraps of what we memorized massed
With every recollection, our neural butterflies dance.
Life’s purpose can be summarized as:
Composites of viewpoints searching for a compass
Navigating through the world, learning of more objects
As what was once foreign becomes commonplace
Along the nostalgic way our very own collage is made
Various wounds accrued to tell the tale of falling from grace.
Hauling the trace of every summer shade, every naked lover draped
Every thunderous pouring rain that turned the sky’s aura ablaze
Next day, inspiring our corneas to witness the rainbows forming in place
It’s like this,
An avid listener of opera carries unknowingly every opera chorus made.
The new age will never be as sacred,
As the whore that refrains from spreading her viral sores for wage
In this act, lies the source of grace.
The true guru tires of all the mindful nonsense,
He finds it to be dreadfully mind numbing
Reading between lines does not provide the wider context
That’s a literary fib, so take a seat, and let your brain release
Loss of data feed means drifting about aimlessly
Pondering how the universe came to be used to make you glee
Just erasing that one thought makes you as insane as me
Free from chasing something only the crazy reach.

[Pharaohs Army]

this came to my brain two nights ago @UnbornBuddha

have you ever had "hero fantasies" about stopping a mad shooter??

sometimes i wonder what goes On in your Mind behind that computer.
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um.. let's see.. that's the start of it.
how do i keep going with other parts of it?
oh. i've got an idea. i'll freestyle- with my charm&wit.
..i don't know what karma is.

[Pharaohs Army]

I kind of ended that last post because that last line probably seemed crappy,to most. The timing was different and you can enunciate different words,or do it fast,or slow.
Yo. Couple weeks ago I was kind of in the zone..
is the line that come Nextsupposedta Tell you how that Sound?
Do you guys want me da paste a Youtube verse?
...What if I told you I find it profound?
I don'even knoww if I've tried it aloud.

[Pharaohs Army]

lol so here's what happened with ur girl i looked in the Peephole then i opened the door n went in she gave me some Deepthroat 'till She-choked..left'er Semen Soaked, down to 'er knees n up2'er nose, it was Fucking gross. (some of it got on 'er clothes)

[UnbornBuddha]

@Pharaohs Army
"sometimes i wonder what goes On in your Mind behind that computer"

I often wonder that too, that is when I'm not squandering my youth
Just think of it this way, we are just channels of the truth
Furthering the proposition that we all matter, yes you too!
This galaxy is all too grand, just think of Saturn and its moons
Revolving around the planet, like magnets that have fused
I appear telepathic when viewed from an angle I approve
Being human is Herculean, bodily hazards keep accruing
Trust, that I won't cease replying until my point deeply proven
As a token of luck, I hold the stone of your silica powered computer.
Who you've chosen to trust only came to devour your beauty
Breathe in this opiate gust, and let it shower you with goodness
Coping with drugs does make the dead flowers begin blooming
However, the newly sprouted fauna's colors are all gloomy
Monsters consume because that's their custom to do
In this abstract atomic age, emotional substance is taboo
It's neither wanted nor highly rated in any customer review.
A social recluse, whose secluded all those close to him
Partly, because fear has him scared of those closing in;
Strangers approaching the veil behind his anti-social whims,
A treasure box itemizing his feelings. I'm co-signing your healing
Nowadays, I try to be straightforward, not rhyming encrypted
But, frustratingly so, others still find it too mystic
As if the light from the void has blinded their spirits.
I know I don't quite come to par to those standards of yours
Still, I hope to rise, beyond the limits of that ladders of yours
Clamber the roof, wishing upon only the stars that are pure.
The enigma of the light within darkness furthers the farfetch's allure
You see my friend, falling from grace is part of the cure
I alone share the blame for what you've become,
A pretentious and grandiose part of the sum.
No matter how much anesthesia I take my heart isn't numb
Break apart a garnet, and give you a shard for your love
Then when I befriend you, I'll blow a dart to your skull
Apart from your soul, there's nothing I want from you
Ha, that's not true, I just say whatever I want to you
I wear my emotions on my sleeves, I only ask that you hand me truth
The infernal ocean in my dreams represents a portion of my being
The guiltiness, that came from my girlfriend's abortion of my seed
I very well damned the order of my creed
So now I take in gladly the grief that my brain's portal has received.
I go ask for wisdom to a giant talking turtle in a reef
Every word he speaks is nothing more than what I need.
My poetry comes from my inflamed brain
An incurable encephalitis case
But, a low-grade chronic one, so not a grave case
Falling asleep in dates, means I'm the perfect mate for date rape.
I don't fret, we're all slaves with branded names, social security matrix
Kali yuga teaches that purity waning, but I'm furiously changing
Not for the worse, but for the better
I choose to not be a puppet of Geppetto.

[Pharaohs Army]

@UnbornBuddha

you hardly ever cease to impress me. that's why spending time with you is an easy investment. by the way thanks for all the great stuff. but i feel like i'm relying on you for writing ideas way too much.
spiritually cold. can you be my chaperone?- to the sun? as you reference your brain inflamed i'm reminded ,of my lungs..
would you like my soul? you can have it,but my employment,involves looking up Social security Rolls.. so you'd be left with some rotted petroleum (that's my soul). and i'd sell your private data ta those outside of the matrix. that's my goal...my young physical weakling. those bullies,were so "swoll".
however i fear you cut them too deep,with your rhetoric,and speech. at what point did the adults intervene? and tell you not to make them scream,even though they, were initially mean. without your help,i'm gonna find out for myself,what stops me,from my visions,&dreams. don't be jealous of my pretty eyes. you rhyme so sweet, your coffee doesn't need sugar.. or cream.. isee you've tightened up your diction on this scene. well. i keep persisting,with'n "unorthodox Read", so don't let it get to your head,tht you're too mystic for their "steez"..i bawled my eyes out at the stomach-punch abortion 'v my "7th grade squeeze". she did it to herself,at a modified volleyball game,&then fell to 'er knees. all's well,and ends well.I can't raise a chIld!. as i've squandered my youth i would end up Living vicarious,ly.

[UnbornBuddha]

@Pharaohs Army
You entice me with your response
Compliments ensure a deep bond,
Obsequious words increase love.
Most of the time, I'm in deep thought
Which has made my character nonchalant;
My distant demeanor needs some balance
Which is an ongoing challenge, my outgoing practice.
I feel sapped being in a crowded campus
I much prefer myself than the sound of masses
Not to say I don't enjoy my tantrums
On the contrary, that's where a frown never happens.
Stimulus is exciting,
I grew up in a town where nothing ever happened.
Yesterday, I met a talented pianist
I asked him "what can you play?" He gave a clever answer
"I can play the piano", that's when I impaled the savage
By god, what hellish manners, so I delivereth damage
The snake in him revealed itself & slithered to its palace
Courtesy is a must, to the thinkers of my status
Sheesh, I can't believe I'm drinking off this chalice
Filled to the brim with my talents,
Never did I think I would have such supercilious imbalance
Arrogance is a virus, with no penicillin to blast it
I get amused by our species silliest antics
It offers a glance to how perturbed and disturbed we are
Uneducated serfs whose lords have starved.
Contemporary art needs to be purged and starved
Only the classical minded shall be served caviar.
Tales of love are but a fancy farce
Romeo and Juliet passion sparked
Feud began, and they then ended as loveless cadavers
Juliet even stabbed herself with her lover's dagger
Ah! the irony, I find it to have a simple purpose
To show why overstepping our bounds hurts us.
Invoke the insight of an introverted person
And his awakening on how to end the process of tension
Streamlined by our symbiotic connection.
It's like the ancients suggested "go against the river's flow"
And you'll never again live alone.
Steep my bones in the ocean of life,
until they become translucent gypsum stones
Permeable I can now be molded with time,
The Light that permeates into my porous eyes
Begins to distil the omega inside this corpse of mine.

[Pharaohs Army]

@UnbornBuddha

well it's apparent we can't step out of our Comfort Zones.// tons of poems. username mentioned. back&forth Dialogue.// i guess if we're going to hijack the cypher,i might "Try"wththisOne.//

perhaps our discussions are a Cottage Industry.// ButAsYouSeeI'mAlreadyHedgingMyBets AssumingOthersDisapprove- i just chalk it up to their inactivity.// ah, ignoring the space bar. why am i Doing This-activity?// Tired, of your knick-knacks and trivia.// Let me guess. your favorite snack is Activia.// a yogurt. which you've spilled// on your encyclopedia// careful. don't get Any,on yer writingMedium!// i've heard water reacts with cesium.// I'veHeard"Battle-Banter"WithPharaohsIsAGood place to have a seizure in!// i'm either erasing your brain..//..or i'm healing it..// now, regarding the term "projection"// from a psychological perspective- you knowExactlyWhoYou'reDealingwith.// IronicallyWithThisRapShitMyContentCnBe humorous but i TakeItVery serious..

i'm thinking of buying a couple beats especially considering it's like 19.99 and you get the other one Free.// i think it's just for a sense of Comfort.// cuz every time i'm high i'm pretty sure they're somethingICouldMakeASong from..// can you please inform an entire community of constructive critics how to rhyme "comfort"// with "song-from".//???maybe I don'even know,but i'm long overdue fer audio.//..'ceptEvryTimeIPrice speakers&eQuipmentI Call It Off!//..i jus'needta have less complex Multi'sAll-in-all.//

and there i Am-again in my comfort zone..// as if talking about the craft,and putting a little sarcasm in Rap,hasn't been Done..// alThough i must admit:most TimesItHasBeen fun.// although i must admit// most Times it haz been fun//

...now PummelMeWith Your Arrogance.// let's stop writing about bumblebees and their inheritance.// or R.u. surprised tht IcouldRemember it?// i've bashed text,so much on the net,i'm surprised,i StillHaveA membership.// by bashing i mean Clashing and Combining and capitalizing and italicizing.// i ThinkItHasSomethingToDo,with MyRetardedChildhood.//

Anyway.//
i told my doc i haven't had too many problems with mania,or depression.// this is MainlyDueToTheFactThatIJustTellMyselfItWillAllGoAw ayInTheMorningAfter bedtime..// plus i've got a great "line saved up" a great RhymeSavedUp regarding an observation i had at the pharmacy.// a self-revelation,if u will- it's NotAbout endtimes..// i'm saving it for my next open Mic drop// then again// i might not.//
i Rhyme hot.// and ContraryToPopularBeliefOnlyOccasionally is my timing off// but// as bill shakespeare May 've Said// i doth pro-Test,2Much.//

[Mr. J]

I focus on my pen for guidance
and when I throw it I sense I'm Poseidon
I could feel the water at my feet rising
my breath alone will send the Titanic capsizing..
I'm the light at the end of the horizon
the flash of your life hiding behind those eyelids
I make sure it washes away when the tides in
you had better luck punching out Mike Tyson
I make it wet like the pot I'm boiling rice in
gonna need a moment, gonna need a license
a certified application stating I am the brightest
because I'ma shine BITCH and you gonna like it!
just like my FB page when I say some nice shit
or maybe when I'm eating or complaining about gas prices
fuck you going on about? I don't care! I'm the nicest
I'll open the door for you to leave & say BYE BITCH

[Pharaohs Army]

And if I don't leave wouldju poison me with ricin?
That wouldn't be a very nice thing.
To do.
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records.
You know the rest. And you know it's true.
Basically "here" I'd be better off saying "the sky-is very blue".
Because otherwise my timing's?
Very crude.
I'm a scary dude. Peaceful at heart but you never know what I might do.
'Specially when I'm cornered.
Rappers livin luxury in hotel lobbies. I'm just the porter.
And when they need their bags carried? I'm just what the doctor
ordered. Despite my nitpicking I'm an ardent supporter.
I realize(that)what you are doing,is harder than normal.
Please don't think I've started to be formal
just because 'v the guy before me..
i wish i couldsay i'm about to have the Finest Morning.
work is hard man. it taxes me.
it taxes me more than the rapper who raps after me.
unless,
it's Master P.
i think i'm gonna drown in a bottle and just write all day- that would be a catastrophe.
i'm just kidding about that. if you're asking Me.

[Split Eight]

wow, did i meet the most fuckable milf, the skinny jeans
pizza barista sent me these cups full of milk-
thats some demons, fulfilled. in three minutes i need to combust into filth.
then that Sunset Sarsaparilla quenched the thirst for a thought,
as everything I meant meets the curse of a vault,
thats the cursive word haunt. thats what trustlessness gets you
she was some kind of wife of a war vet. that's useless. offends you.
we talked about war stories and then pursued newer venues

[UnbornBuddha]

Underestimate the Buddha, and you'll end up an overmedicated user
Locked away in an asylum with other evaluated humans
Some might call them, elevated humans, who contemplated true bliss
Only delusional when I'm not being able to say my mudras,
The power of song can even deteriorate some tumors
Immune intruders get eaten up by the basophil troopers.
What you fail to know is cell physiology comes from hell's mythology
Every unit of life exhales philosophy, in various viscosities
Come, and discuss with me how I can purify my viscus quickly
I live in sickly city with questionable sovereignty;
Those who rule it, are swollen with pride, and varicosities.
Vessels that form to contain our monstrosity
Their rupturing is when our heart drains subconsciously
Self produced bodily tattoos that show our biology's taboo.
I hate to speak so honestly of you,
But, I must because my father Socrates spoke truth
So, I must continue his ways. My lineage creates
Yours destroys, that's why your village is in flames
The ego is the ultimate villain of the Jains
He holds no weapon, but kills from a range.

[UnbornBuddha]

Trap you beneath the ocean layers, deeper than volcano craters.
Don't tempt me, I'll become your boss and raise your wages
Give you a glimmer of hope, before I replace your station.
I'm the awakened agent, that same one that escaped the matrix
Your but a spoon bender, who doesn't know his made of pigments
I'm an alien sickness that plagues the spirit,
Make you go insane as I erase your image.
Vanquish you into a plane of existence that hasn't created organisms.
But, it isn't nothingness, that's still a happy place for cynics
I'm putting you in vacuum that devours the soul of solar systems
Only thing that'll you be able to move is your orifices.
Picture me, as the most malicious forest spirit,
I have horns as fingers, and my every digit is adorned with all sorts of victims
My weaponry makes Thor's equipment look like forks for picnics.
I'm a captured warrior, with scars as symbols
Your a whore imprisoned, covered in sores as symbols.
I'm the world's most important business, every email is source encrypted
Your a mom and pop shop that specializes importing chicken.
I'm a systematic virus that goes down your eustachian tube
Into your lungs where I steam your pleura's fluids into a soup.
Face it, I'm a nuke, your a dollar lighter's flame
Run a wire in your brain, until your hypnotized for days
Every time you hear my name, you call me Sire, the great.
I'm an ancient strain that was glacially frozen for ages
But, now I've thawed and I'm chosen your laymen
As my vessels, to clone my latest forms I'm taking.

[CopyPat]

i spit with the plague, i'm sick in the tongue. this is the way linguistics is done. i twist in to shape these letters i've spun and spit an array of pestilent junk.