THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Pharaohs Army]

... i've learned the virtues of ambition. And Patience. can't be waitin' on your next pursuit. you have ta make it.
honey if there's somethin u wanna sayy
Than Say it. my mind. is no longer. a hundred miles an hour-I can Take it.
my emotions. no longer. strip me naked.
Oh-- this is stasis.
i'm gonna get through work tomorrow. i've covered all my bases.
hidden all my aces, stripped away my complacence- just a human Though- chasing elation. my next pursuit could be my,annihilation-- slipping backwards
sick with cancer. back in the dark. and pissed. that i snuffed out my lantern.

[Mr. J]

I'm a voice by choice a noise to avoid
tell your boys I'm void & worst annoyed
Conan Doyle your plots are foiled
skin will boil then get left to spoil..
I enjoyed the toys & the gift of gab
Well oiled mortal coil, mix & match
I'm kicking back feeling coy on roids
my strength immense but I choose to flex
come catch a glimpse of my head & wrist
I can already tell your feelin' this

[CopyPat]

Sipping a coffee cup, word to dead man
Thinking my thoughts and stuff, word to dead man
Murder death camps are my raps to wack posers
It’s back to back homers, just action packed explosions
Imagine Pat Hogan brother tearing my shirt off
With manly ass lyrics while you carry your purse off
Aquarium verse: all the lyrics are pure water
Canadian style with American burst fire
You couldn’t get with any new fly shit unless you married the first pilot
And there was my first try at a punch line or something
Embarrass your verse, giant tough guy. you fronting..

[Mr. J]

Let me bear my fangs, grab my fork, yo buddah
pass the pork, my terror reigns over HAM support
or whatever your radio jam records, New Era safe
Mad Hatter manners whore, basically 'switch position'
I kept the ticker kickin', handin' out Ether mixtures...
witness the barrage of God in the rocket launch
get my Kobe on whenever I decide to throw the pokeball
bangin' soccer mom's while their Mazda's rock..
your like 'homey nahhhh' it's mashed potato in her perogi y'all
salt & pepper, but I'm rolling naughty by nature
I make hobby's off anger, aim at your bucks, Milwaukee's endangered
I make rhymes off impulse imagine if time was a factor
cosigning disaster & raising the bunnies with a desire for laughter
fuzzy wuzzy does he judge me cuz he's ugly?
plus he's jumpy once he punches Pugsly over rugby
nonsense isn't progress in concepts but it's logic
martians in orbit with fresh breath that's the next topic

[Mr. J]

I'm in the cockpit, the kamikazes nauseous..
In his subconscious I know he wants to vomit
Being ill is all he wanted while moving boxes
so obnoxious! FUCK YOU he told his bosses
never counting his losses or lack of responses
suck a sausage..you want a problem?
Suck a sausage..you talkin to prominence
dominant robotics translating the matrix to your monitors
monitoring the Apocalypse and watching roaches acknowledge dick
pondered it in a pond & shit, still waters that run deep
oceans sprung leaks as my tongue creeps where life is unleashed
you dumb freak. you want seeds or the front seat?

[Pharaohs Army]

and yeah. things happened i was high. whatever.
..whatever. it was balmy Weather.
and the speakers are in center. from the "bass,
queen in the mix".
baby Anne-
scratch upthe Disk-
radi-ant-
This what we-mean by crazy jams
outta this world like ali ens
sharpen,my mind,and all my crayons!
i kinsee the future- with all my plans
isn't it grand? jus gotta drummer4the Brand New Band
we come. from all. across. the land
ta rock. the fans.
yeah- in the stands.
yo. and i'm gonna hand.
the mic. to someone else in the band.
man.

[Mr. J]

I was in the backroom playing Pac Man
enjoying the May weather like Pac Man
this the courtesy call, time to pack man!
damage done, another health pack, man..
I switched games for the topics sake
do the Fat Joe, lean back & rock away
you a thinker but just a THOT today
at the marketplace calling soccer plays
tryna trace my thoughts to game..
til' I switch the controller like Solid Snake
I move around like I got obnoxious weight
eat embryo's like I really want to flex
find yourself where flying saucers crept
til' you break the stratosphere with a loss of breath
this that douch material when you not so fresh
why waste lines? obviously I haven't lost it yet.
been bored since I found this wall of text
wait...what?

[Mr. J]

You want to step in my arena I'll maim then clean ya
leaving you fucked over like its my aim to cheat ya
got a nice 12 gauge with stainless features
that will send you off quicker than aimless teachers
let me regain my ether put it in your face to eat ya
I'll be your ghost writer homey just say the word

[Split Eight]

scenic routes. road soda. flashbulb memories.
drench the past in sad serenity, categorically
embatter common sense until the context left
kills our concept of what it meant to wax rhetorically.
let transcendtalism be your guide,
the ash upon your breath captured the autumn's sense,
the dysthymia you workshopped out of your prose,
before learned to bravado and glow
like the coughing vibrato of pollen in throat

[Mr. J]

Yea but....where's that mag at @Dr Dog @Split @Split8

[Pharaohs Army]

to my credit rhyming's always been my method
...it's just2bad the process is a headache

is this my Outlet?
well if That's-the-case-i'm-really-glad-i-Found-it.
because insomnia-- which i have bouts of
and self-doubt-- which i have a lot of!,
look. i can't even finish this sentence- i'm not someone you can count on.

i think god is given me more than my Fair Share, of these allotments.
"oh pharaohs why don't youjuss stop it."

is@buddha done with the TOURNAMENT?\i haven't Heard From him.
just kidding. i know what's going on. I saved a verse fer him.
ya know usually I just "slap it" on the website. but i didn't wanna distract'im from'is text-writing.
..plus it was kinda ridiculous. the middle part hadsome creative rhymes,
but i ended up rambling about the shooter in south-carolina.

Listened to a young white boy rap today.
God. it was drivel
but i must admit?- he knew howta spit it..
i kinda wanna Ask him ta Teach-me-a-little.
i could teach him how to write,how to edit,n how to stump other people with the sleekest'v riddles.

well i suppose this is where i ask for opinions
and then ignore them.
when i was exposedta the witty repartee of jane eyre
i thought it was boring.
how am i supposedta win a poetry contest?-- when it's snowing,i jus' say "it's snowing".

in one of my older verses here it appears i had a flash-back from world war 1
although this statement is true, the main objective was to curl more tongues...
maybe i was on some walt whitman shit. that nigga could rap. talkin' bout hosin' guts outta cockpits. and All that crap.
anyway i Think that was him.

(@everyone)drink your god damn gin
you're no better than anyone.
in this Game there is no such thing as a win
just self-improvement. a social circle.
most mothers would call it an unhealthy "movement".

isn't it funny how i didn't rhyme that stanza properly?
i thought it was funny- because it the beginning- i said the opposite.

on this corny journey i'm Slowly Learning to use periods Properly..
'n dashes for That matter.
think it'll help me Rap better!

oh you think i've Emptied The Tank.huh?!
you have No Idea, Bruh.

okay "serious" fer a second:
i got a good idea
fer a momentous verse.
but as a pharaoh you know i'm cursed.
thinkin' of muddying-it-up&battling myself'till i've had Enough

"it's gonna be great man. it's gonna be great."
"no
it's gonna be Pain."

^that was me battling myself. as if- i had to explain.

well long story short i'll keep you posted on my process.
depending on which direction i Go it's like a function of time
and by That?,
i mean the progress.

i mean. it's like. if i "do me". it might be funny,but it might be sucky.
but if i do the Thing- like involving all the finishing Touches
i couldn't rush it.
and if i Did?
n it worked?- it Would be luckY.
...i guess what i'm saying is i need a rut-to-be stuck in.
because "real shit" gets hijacked
BY That i mean it's tantamount to my MIND-being-on-Crack.
.Fine.
i'm Leaving,but-i'll be Back.

[Pharaohs Army]

daddy was so frugal
he didn' wanna pay for mommy's funeral
let alone gimme some gas money ta drive2er tombstone

and after all my levity
you might think this was a joke
please think of this mistake when you remember me


my shrink couldn't quite relate
to blacking out on shrooms.
i told him "let's snort oxy, get no sleep, drink vitamin c, and then take some right here, in this very room.
shortly thereafter
hadta find another doctor
and had to do it,
fairly Soon. i been a Sucker this june.

you likely already know-i'm the shit. then why em i sitting Here-in-this-room?
i think i should quit.
i lied about self-doubt
it's just finding out what my self's about
and whether i care More-about-my-health?or more about my pot
...i am normal. am i not?

SURE people younger than me on facebook can understand satire.
oh wait. maybe not. maybe THAT^was satire.. &it backfired.

(well.)back to my metaphorical crack lighter.
my 18-month metamorphosis,hasn't exactly been inspiring.
'ts like "On&off","Turn&cough",and every once in a while,practice the rhyming-thing.

[Split Eight]

Originally Posted by Mr. J

Yea but....where's that mag at @Dr Dog @Split @Split8

CAUGHT ME

last grad class final is Thursday so shortly thereafter

think it's gonna be bimonthly after this though, activity is still slow & I think it's just because of the summer

[Mr. J]

Its not slow while I'm here. but it is as far as feedback
that's why I kind of quit giving it. better believe that.
Either way good luck on the Final @Dr Dog
if you need an interview I'm open to talk to y'all

[Mr. J]

Inquisitive truth, depicted astute, limited & cooped
figures aloof, liquor & juice, so bitter but smooth
a mixture of youth, limber & loose, transmitter diffused
this could get awkward like scissorin' roots..
I know where to shove l's & dig into you...
treat it like you got your knights & bishops confused
King of the world standin' on the tip of the cruise
fuckin' it without any consequence or michelin shoes
just enough to enjoy & a small glimmer of proof

[ribbit]

I'm presenting this hyperbole
I'm digging up the archive still aint find it holy
Yeah its a coffin gotta cement that graveyard
I'm crossin the road its easy the way I watch j walk
And that my slave guard who crosses the road with safety
I could go carribean but I'm still too lazy to finalize ya difficulty
Quite jumpy keep them hands off me
If its too sloppy just wave from the balcony
Call me abandoned might be quite handsome
My daddy wants a grandson but I keep my pants on
Aladdin had jafarr so who gonna upheave my crash site
Its a bad sign the tumor keeps relating tothat landslide
Even when I'm just playing it's as cute as little miss piggy an understatement
Where to end this the road seems dark
I'm no retard but couldn't fix the problem without these deep scars

[sral]

The novelty of a sweetheart.
Chocolates and a cheap card.
You offering her a plea bargain to keep you around.
It's what she wanted. You keep guarded. She thinks you're down
beyond all reasonable doubt, but it's far from the truth.
It comes easy somehow,
You'd expect it to be harder to do.
You play the part that you're used to performing each night.
Target her usual fears. Tell her it's all in her mind.
Before walking on by to meet the next gullible victim
and calling your side chick.

Loves an addition.

[Mr. J]

I'm in the subdivision, locking up punks in prison
delivering bars on the milky way it's fucking Christmas
I use such persistence, nah, they give it up in instants
I'm fuck dependent, like fuck your entrance, fuck your sentence
fuck your message, fuck your endings, I'm fucking kidding
you fucking nitwit, you fucking midgets, I'm fucking flipping
so I'm finger licking, fuck her fucking lip ring it's fucking conflicting
I'm fucking eclipsing over fucking science get fucked in science
tear back your fucking eyelids with fucking nine inch I lol'd but you didn't
and that's what's funny....

[sral]

Whuts funny? Bugs Bunny,
and Doug Funny arguing over drug money.
Sluts love me, i got a Tyrannosaurus dick
and i bump uglies with any random whore or chick.
Slam their jaws with it -
My average thought eclipses
and happens to cause a rift 'til the planets in orbit shift.
I'm manically warped and itching to insuffulagate
blacking out, zorked, and tripping from too much of the flake.
Fucking it i'm straight whiling,
got the bottle to mouth.
stay smiling 'til the bottom falls out - along with my teeth.
I've been... longing for weeks for some of the weed,
there's a rainforest in my head, kiddies. Come up and see.
It's a hundred degrees in Knuckleheads firecrotch,
you unlucky freaks.
Touch your knees and show me why i'm a boss!

[sral]

I'm from the.. land that time had forgot to remember
so.. grab a vine, and come watch as we enter
swinging from the placenta of a dead buffalo
like 'whats your agenda?" as i step from the smoke
quintessentially dope with the keys at the tips
got that effortless flow, my whole demeanor is sick
team of the quickest writers ever seen on the net
we seasoned at this, faggot. you can keep your respect
we dont need it unless you forgot who we are cause shiiiiiitttttttttt....
were weaving a web of words like Charlotte did ahahahaha