THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Wise Wiggles]

My posture's baffoon, feel like larva in womb
cob web cocoon, let's all drop dead in tune
aware. To beats, the dopest therapy. I hope you're here with me
this an older, rarer me. I focus terribly- trying to bring folks to clarity
it's ghost trip misery, all I see is pattern, ocean's scissoring
snake staff. Moses, stick with me
bubbles in hand, blowing epiphanies
coked up sick symphonies
air shit, lotta floaters rippling

[2tripple0]

Can't defy this exam
like green eggs and ham a bounty on this man
kill those opposed
I'm a flower but ain't no rose
so my aggression is s firm congestion
you need bodyguards for protection
I fucked all that up
been evil since I was a pup
now I got a gut
and ain't afraid of bums
sit and drink red rum
my dead numb like body bags
lags behind where I pat myself on the back
no I ain't diferred
hearing impaired and prepare homemade stew stir
I ain't held for detaining
the weather won't stop complaining
better start behaving
like a safe haven I'm pretty feasible
like jesus producing miracles

[UnbornBuddha]

Another day is coming to its end, Yet...
I have to express something with more zest
For I feel this concept has been done to death.
Lamenting I turn to inspiration-
Luckily, rum exists. Liquid bliss that numbs the lips
Yet, lately I find not being able to stomach it
As if I was bestowed upon an ulcerous esophagus.
And now I don't where to go,
I'm in the unknown, lost in a vagrant's entropy.
Along the way, stasis eventually takes me breathlessly
Into the place of mind known by those with vacant destinies.
Oh lord, why have you forsaken me?.
Haven’t I allowed you to cage me in your little matrix weave
And to play with my feelings, even when you hated me?
I even allowed the worst curse to desiccate my being
Ultimately, recreating me by destroying my dreams.
I even smiled, as your beasts chewed on my limbs
But, I shouldn’t blame you,
The whole ride I was glued to my seat!
Completely enthralled by how you abused one your kids
That is until I realized it was silly old me.
I guess it was your life’s mission to kill off the sick
But, now I don’t what to do, I feel like I’ve been gypped
Sigh, this is it. I am going to find my own reason to be.
This might entail purging out the minions I see as yours
Not, because I want to be more pure.
No! But, because letting go of everything I once was
Is me getting closer to that something, at least somewhat.

[2tripple0]

Yo if you were earning your keep
it would still be cheap and hard to stand on your feet
this locked cell could call out depiction
of a vicious circle but not cuz it's repetitious
explosive like home depot with the supplies
sun rises in the east our orbit is what keeps us alive
when we consume with the funds upfront.
you reak like skunk.. and I'm collecting my dope off the boats
they find out that when I'm in search of a host
but you like white bread a slice off a loaf
feel like that rhyming pad designing me a scam
gonna jam like some jelly. You bought soft has ham.
so when you say I. I'm giving you something to look at.
carry you around like book bags. u at home watching broke back.
try spitting in a major work.
Without oxygen we wouldnt have fire to burn.
or air to breathe. It's like there's some fiend
keeping us alive called oxygen. And it's mad weird How we breathe through our lungs or smoke weed.
And apparently 70 percent of our body mass is plain water.
and back in the day people sacrificed animals as a offer to god's. Now a days we battle on computers.
it's funny the meaning of everything
why things die in the fall and come back to life during spring

[Mr. J]

Here, they crown me King...
I make Sirens cry, bats outta hell sing.
DNA strand cut from the evolutionary string
Simple, advanced, nature of things
All based on the basis you think
you the ice, I'm the razor in the rink
I'm everything...
The kitchen table, the sink
the antithesis of a moderate drink
You & writing is honestly a fling

[2tripple0]

So u wrote your verse but didn't need to check in to this cypher
and i don't care if u think your dope and that your a service provider
Cuz fucking with me it ain't no question for this session
Since I'm warming up for the title and I don't think it's up for suggestion
Mr j hasn't got time to flow this year round
And it's like s party cuz we all playing beer pong
But I stay round like odd and my flows ripping the decks
Name plays and personals that sound simple but still effective

[Mr. J]

Stick to the shot glass and go do a keg stand
I swear the love is fucking with your head fam
This aerodynamic flow push you out your neck strap
that'll stretch you out quicker than Jet lag
You droolin on shit you must sponsored by wet nap
suffering from set backs Humpty Dumpty wants his egg cracked
Ill make ya girl put her legs where her heads at
You can't stomach the picture, you a mess, trash ..
I'm kidding your cool but don't bitch in a chat thread mack

[2tripple0]

You offended the truth that I guaranteed
Fuck respect if its something u gotta share with me
Whomever getting the last word I'm finishing quick.
To deliberate the sinister from the mass. Wishing fist.
You need time for all. So sum bury his jaw.
I'll scratch at this record like claws.
ashes stripper and the locks to goblin castle.
interesting things. How bout this lobster casserole.
With a capital T for thirst. Or a pregnant lady bout to burst.
last but not least and of course the birth and rebirth.

[Vulgar]

Step outside of your world, no really, try some different shoes
A mind's adrift in lieu of hieroglyphic zoom
More than a healthy helping of designed, specific rules
So we can stretch our thighs like Thai religions do
My rhymes'll finish you, I combine each timeless interval
Sitting tipsy at the drumline when I'm drinking wine or chemicals

[2tripple0]

I found a way to disclose this
Spread the Red Sea like moses
It's easy to see like a simple photograph
Its like formula one. We all came for the motor crash
I'm flowing excellent so there ain't no question
Cause I'm totally original like a Graham bell invention
You be sloppy with your rhymes
You winning this session bigger news than the New York Times.

[Pharaohs Army]

i'm unborn like a zygote.- i'm a sick criminal.
i'm vulgar. & i drink chemicals.
tomorrow's lead of Newyork Times:
"we're turning In to a magazine. &The'll Be A CenterFold"..
i'm a Gas-centrifuge
,like nuclear-enrichment4reactor fuel.
Elisha Gray was Fast. but'e didn't Forward His Patent Through.
i'm On The Phone
i'm Asking You
to Rap 4 You
-I'm Affable!
my Caskets Full with hieroglyphs &Gold..
Lyrics 2 the Lowest Bidder
-SOLD.
some say i Bite. but I say i get good ideas, &i'm usually Right.
Then i'm Droll-
&i "Unusually Write". I Unfold
my soul like a Tabloid.- &theRumors&legends Grow..

[2tripple0]

Pardoned I'm a hot coal burning in the furnace
Went to Venice just to find a merchant with dirt hands
I'm properly known as a first dimension sitting in my mansion
I remind that architect of those blueprints for my expansion
My grand nanny lived inside those four cornered flat
And hated it...I'm afraid it was my brothers Charlotte hornet caps
I busy as a child wanted to proceed to put down my talents.
I slammed mallets. I kept myself an advantage so that the past vanished.
Tarnished the paint. All day building and recreating my humble abode.
Stumble upon a film called it hustle and flow.
Trouble at home. But I kept my eagerness to myself
lead my trifle to a seagull and deepened the bruise on my hymen.

[Split Eight]

oceans away- i jotted down a note to relay
that relativity's bust. coasts so constant,
those clouds concocted to cloak you in rain
floated on nonsense when you groped to explain
the foggy connection. consonants, crescents-
fuller words I'd expect with lost intentions.
I think it's awful to acknowledge this deadness
with coffin & suit, pond & procession, calling collect
& its all to refute the choppy connection
that I fostered with you.

the light dawns slower than the pause in your voice

[2tripple0]

He suddenly recalls his predecessor in life
Forever ignites his hell within the semester with pride
I'm confused his pressure arise though an exeter of site
I can't rub right it's s sunrise since he's defending the eastern crime
His daft intuition it's a craft for position. His pistons are lively pipes.
Weather permitting thr barracks were attentive of his hives.
They knew it's control command are polling a coal advance
Reprimand the civilians while we hid behind a large river bend
Sit and defend the dark oak half asleep the troops took their last look at its stone henge

[Mr. J]

I owe sense to reality, boast off of technicality
channel me through your stream & elope friend
I coast in, you're broken & the pain rattles me
we are battling demons brought from no stress
speak with no breath just the pain & the anger
life's a bitch beer & there's been no reason to chase her
we are endangered, fueled by our capers
ragers fueled by passionate sex with other strangers
I hate her & love her all the same, & it couldn't get any stranger

[dull boy]

Hurting. Die early. Worried. Surly.
Dying. Life is lying. Tired of trying.
Writing. Rhyming. Time the timing.

Protagonist enters scene with rhythm and moxy.
Wit is ungodly. Bitches lining up to strip and get fondled.

Whoa. That sounds SO cool. Like the flow is like SO smooth. Go you! Big cheesy wink.

You ever wanted to die? Yea, it's emo and 'gothic' to seem catatonic. Why don't you just stop it? Um. Because I'm depressed. Obsessed. Compulsive. Indulgent. Got a zest for life, but that zest applies to other sets and types of emotional spectrums. This roller coaster is stressful. Jesus, I'm pensive. Mood swing for the fences. My batter's eye's shut laying down a sacrifice bunt weakly to third, but I beat it to first. Stole second impaired and reached third on an error. Homeward bound to hold the crown and show the crowd.

[Mr. J]

Hold it down, the roller coaster is coasting now
whatever I'm pinned against, I bowl it down..
toast the crowd from the revolvers holster, wow
the poster child, stuck up with my shoulders proud..
boast as loud as international corporate vows
all bout that underground network, beast at dawn
with a little friend that says GOOD MORNING VIETNAM
spark that Cheech & Chong & IM Stifflers mom
pick apart her jeans & thong, get that T Shirt gone
kick sick raps, laced up in these sneaker bombs
heat my beaker on a mu'fuckin' tweekers jaw..
complete the job by an egotistic indulgence...
then commence to beatin' off while I teeter tot
holy shnickeys, jinkies & jeepers creepers dawwwg
just needed a second to get that sequence off

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