THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[ribbit]

Rhymes that leave the competition flaberghasted
So much to add these posts needed to provide attachments
Gone pummel the weaklings
don to the evening with hundreds following along to this reading
Gotta pursue truth
An assassination yo im a wanted murderer like jon wilksBoothe
Nah just kidding
But my pen moves like a trunk its full of shit that's missing

[Pharaohs Army]

i'm a Rabble-Rouser. i Gather Thousands. Around the Township.
i founded It. The Town,that-is
and now the Planes are Ground in it. from rhetoric
i said what I,was Said to spit.
and Then The Town-
was On The Riot- List

[Wise Wiggles]

Such a violent twist,
Russian roulette. A crunchy suplex
above this cumfy crew neck
I always love my moods wrecked
fuck it, was nothing anyway
You're just a fucking penny slave
save for millenias
Gracefully kill any ya's
this skeleton workshop, viseral merchants
wheres your medicinal purpose?
lol thats a lie, whiter than winter's snow curtain
stuck in unhinging- witness soul bursting
A stupered soldier's supernova in this movement stroller
cute as cobras, oozing formulas in my amusement coma
I ain't setting my drink on one of your stupid coasters bitch

[Mr. J]

keep the supplements & subtle shit
it's a blood bath with a Mr Bubbles kit
rumble with the twin towers rubble hit
at the foundation where the trouble is
cyclone tunnel vision, get wrapped in..
cuddle it, I'm on my Riff Raff spin
Pitty Pat sin with kitty cat limb

[UnbornBuddha]

Call me emperor of the world
Bow, and bring me my pearls
Venerate me, or I'll cast my wrath
A punishment so severe,
You'll collapse from madness
While, I laugh in the darkness. lol...

[Pharaohs Army]

dj premiere. he's probly gotta be in that top 5. if you don' think so. i donno why- you 're alive.

what Else can the alchemist Help you with. ?

what else. can the al chemist?-
-help you with? !

i've found some good vinyl u can Dig Up-
they've collected dust.
i've collected hearts. of people. who wanted to mess with us. apparently
they didn't get. what the message was.

i dove deep into a short story.
master i Know you like these pearls- i found them in a short story.
at the bottom?-
of an ocean flooring.
Live a nightMare-
but it's only morning!

grab your egg mc muffin.
caloric Armies- For Carotid Arteries.
it's all we eat,
it's all we need.

[ribbit]

No virus you catching the chills
I'm foreman but george heating up the grill
You be a space cadet
One of those I ain't playing since u ain't buy my cassette
Aggravated pussy
Is this cat a phony member or is it just me
I got ya head over heels
You come for dinner but can't stay for the feast
My lager full of yeast
Lack any meaning I can't interpret ya dreams
My shit is not weak
U wanted a shot ended up trying to block me
Funny honey
But its a lack of paper that got your nose runny
Okay dun keep it real
The wheels spinning u just got a bad deal
Wait for this faggot to speak
U know his telescope can't even exacerbate a peak

[Mr. J]

Bitter taste that came and hit her face
A fitting place to mark them titties mate
a silly tape I would play for kiddies (yay!)
gimme weight I turn it into Jenny Craig
you don't get a line so don't force the thought
I'm bagging birds quicker than foster farm
toss the arm & cross the lawn then launch a bomb
fucking ayy. what type of dust y'all on?

[ribbit]

No regrets
I'm a riff forgot the fret
I got dope mixes and flows
You a house about to get foreclosed
Gotta a beatvand start rhyming
You short the way that life is
Where's my metafore
Its hiddin underneath my pores
Gotta have reason not no excuse
I'm lighting the fuse got no truce
Finally hitting the credits up
Go loafs of bread still ain't find no dough
And guess what? U suck
So even that last bar ended abrupt
Swim in loot like scrooge McDuck
You a hockey fan cuz ya rhymes full of puck
Addicted like drugs
Gotta mean mug? Still wanna try your luck

[Mr. J]

Duck duck duck duck GOOSE
It ain't a game its what happens when I untuck tools
you butt fuck dudes
while I upchuck truth
bring the iron to your putt putt goof
we cartoon laugh at you like 'yuk yuk'
POOF
The sound of a stuck up boob
who sucks up through
a straw
I'm raw
bring the nunchuckas too
make anyone's style feel stupid
I can be a dumb fuck too

[ribbit]

Fuck is this
U getting dismissed quick
But ain't neslee so u ain't no chocalote milk
My threads are made of silk
Can't get a grip
Be careful aye u already got ya tooth chipped
Throwing tantrums
No wonder ya rap slump like Forrest gump
Get ya posts bumped
Only way u inflate is when u getting jumped
I'll glue u to a perching pigeon
Oh you lisa or u just a simpson
Funny fuck talking duck duck
I be making roadkill of your ass u a dumb fuck
Got ya giving me blank stares
Still can't sit still got you babysitting like au pares

[Mr. J]

You in the wrong spot
you want to diss daddy thats a loooooooong shot
more lines than your head crammed
you dont want to rhyme...
You want to battle balls on a web cam

[Mr. J]

This is MY cypher, where rhymers are liars
they don't want to write, they want to step into the fire
play man on a wire cause they ain't fell yet
get rhymes mixed up what you typing with? Spell check
better leave this place and get an actual job
and hop that froggy ass back to the pond

[ribbit]

You got no plays
I'll be killing u but still lost like a maze
I'm breaking u down quick
How u spit two posts next to each other must have a glitch
Yeah I was trip u were qwarterz
Still ain't get on my nerves got u backing out first
Every shot I'm improving
You get shot on purpose like feedback you copy and paste ya verses
Shit he's in a deadlock now
Went for glory ended up on the sour route

[Mr. J]

lost like a maze? you must be 10, so this will be a quickie
I'll be on top of this quicker than you can get a post stickied
which is ironic cause isn't that how frog feet are?
I can't tell if it's natural or if it's from every writer you beat off
see dog, I don't need to go any further, you in the wrrrrrong section
you far from freshness, why don't you go build your ant farm collection
leave the cypher to people who know what it meeeeans
you boring me, & taking up space for real rhymes, geeeeeeeeeeeez
I guess you don't know how to differentiate cyphers
& that's funny because you can't read rules niiiiiiiiiither
neither, neater, cleaner, I'm obscene with my demeanor
don't you have votes to put in? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HEEEEEEERE

[Mr. J]

this section is mine, I don't need to rhyme, I don't need to make sense, I don't need time, I don't need green, I don't need lime, I don't need lemons, I don't need dimes, I paint shit gold til' hatred shows, you mistaken though, you don't want to fuck with Satan yo, I take the cake, I take the bowl, I take a hit, then make it glow, I make you shine, I make you known, I bring you up, I take you home, I wrap you up, I make you roll, put the heater to your dome, wrap hemp & put weed to your throat, as I'm seizin' the rope, launch you from a window & see you elope, I don't need another second, I could go without repercussion, you'd prolly use any one of my lines to get a by in the NBL, you fish in a barrel sunk in the ground, idiot you know this isn't ending well

[Mr. J]

I do this papi, while your girl rub coochie on me
while I'm gettin' blown listenin' to Oochie Wally
I'm all power, you softer than all purpose flour
you couldn't step to this without puffin' up with a heater
wowzer, I could keep going but why turn you to a believer?
go jump in a chat room & battle rap someone your age
...........silly

[Mr. J]

Come through with the wild style I'm wild now
watch your crew file out, your volume dialed down
I'm smiling now, part of the wilderness, wild child
I key quicker than anyone cares to see or write 'bout
don't get it confused, abuse crews or drop a deuce
turn your rhyme book to an abscess I'm pop'n through
later, latter, ladder...I batter a bladder as it acts badder
deep fry a rapper, scit scatter jibber jabber
doesn't matter what I aim to do, I do it for laughter
you do it because you feel like it's all that matters
I'm sadder than Saturn with all these bitches lookin' after..
the ring.....sing sing...bring bring your crew ling ling...

[Mr. J]

I ride flow, nice yo, what you tryna write though
keep insurance close, its gonna cave man, call Geico
murder Michael, while dressing up like a Psycho
off the top, Randy Savage, Kruegar with knives though
keys, I like those, sniff a few lines as I write those
12 at the top, no matter what your time shows
call a gun red velvet the way it keeps the side close
side closed? side close...man fuck it this is all boredom
dudes really take this shit serious & I'm clappin' all for em'
all forums, but stick to one, so where them bitches cuz
this could turn to a gang war after they done spittin' blood
catch that shit on camera when they bring the set through
that's just another act that I put up & then step too
no one wants to see me warm up & get caught be real flow
for real doe, they rather act dramatic like Steve Wilkos

[Mr. J]

rhymes galore, what you need timing for?
it's just more of your mind I'd explore
searching for answers..
but you the type that I'd ignore
I'll leave your future laying on the psychics floor
I knew you wouldn't write...ya whore