THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Urban Dialect]

lets talk about the second thought of sparing his life,
if we are here, then you're not prepared in your mind
I thought i was clear? they can try you all they want,
but it's only "one time", if they try you again then you
know they want to die, so why are you hesitating? go
ahead ..."decapitate him", never liked him anyway,
i thought he was aggravating, came off like a fag plus
there were acquisitions, i never asked, but i assume,
i guess that's why he came on to you, cause he knew
what i would do

[Exis]

Master when reppin', If you ask for trouble
You'll get blasted in a rash ass message
I'm past infected, with hash
Injected, I'll rip any of y'all asses for breakfast
I don't teach pacifist lessons,
Just wordplay & passion in a hazardous gesture
Noah brought the storms but acid in text
& the punches get felt like masochist sex
My crew doesn't have a problem reppin',
If you do your title dissolves in seconds
The chamber revolves & presses,
Hotter than a thread with Exis, a dog & every fuckin' weapon.

[Exis]

Look, I'm not new to this site
Stupid ass fuckers I'm not new to a fight
Been duelin' in life before you even started screwin' with mics
& tryna spit fluent while you was droolin' your writes
I'm the type you can't hit like guys pursuin' a dyke
I'm brusin' you like the little bitch you claim you're not
Seein' me is unseeable like the game you got
You ain't hot kid, face the facts
Everyone ignores you
Couldn't Rock shit if Metallica wrote the shit for you!
I warned you, now it's over like porn cum
Corleone is a pussy like the hole she was born from...

[brokenhal0]

Amazing storm at leisure when the rain is gone
last remaining song the day is long
write till it breaks the dawn without a prose
remaining strong chasing after the regime
laugh at the scheme throughout the last pitch
and got beamed and they act like they rather care
no need to explain im out of here
that's without a doubt . dont pay the bill
cut your power out . thats alot of dark
when the sun goes down thats alot of bark
harsh words cut deep . out of touch or they out of heart
seen it coming . got the start .until things made me forget
thats hunger . so i received nothing. maybe a check...

[Exis]

You don't know who I know do you?...
That's because you is number two & Ex be numero uno
Gay as the bitch that's in Juno,
You won't amount to shit if I built you mountains off poo doh
Climb on up atop & take a picture
Of the greatest nigga
To rhyme it off the top, what an amazin' image.

[Urban Dialect]

i maybe a threat to your peace of mind.
since my release, it's been hard for you to sleep at night,
ever since slavery ended you've been scared of the vengeance
i wish we "all can"/ take our "straw man"/ and declare independence
i swear it would end it,
The Constitution,
who's prepared to defend it?
blast you with the second amendment if i have to
go to court and wrestle with the D.A. in a wordplay battle,

[Adverse]

There's a sickness I'm afflicted with
Wondering what the symptoms is? Well I flip n act belligerent
They say shhh keep it under wraps.. it's shameless... it's victimless
Look upon the lord with the same eyes I look upon the bitches with
This addiction will drain all the moisture from my bones
The voices in my dome are so boisterous, I'm alone

[Master Rock]

Disregard your explanation
You talk too much, shut up is the implication
Two face three way is what your facing
Contact is the Karen's tracing

[Adverse]

I got that swagger-less swag , broken home steez
A shattered man staring at this broken phone screen
Hope is so bleak, blaring Chilli Peppers 'Under the Bridge'
Say God's still working on me but it feels like he said 'fuck it's and quit
Something'll give if I keep pushing, it'll recede if I shove it with grit
But so far only thing being pushed back is the front of my wig

STRESS
Is the fucking anthem of my life
The reason I look like George Costanza at 25
I've mastered dexterity in pessimistic areas
I deserve to be punished no wonder I miss the unforgiving city so much

A supposed demi-god who lost two straight semi-finals
That feedback dead man dropped HURT but it made me mindful
I'm at the point where it's either bounce back and give it my all
Or take five steps back and hold up the wall
All I know is one day I'll be reprimanded for answering these sinister calls
But that's life they've only been watching my climb to witness the fall
Playing the long game..

Let it breathe....let me breathe

[Adverse]

Talking to myself nothing odd, the wall has no answers per usual
The bystanders react adversely to my condition shrugs with “whatever it’s your funeral”
Most the time it’s clear that nobody cares for damn real
But when I cease to exist, so will all this, I’m Claire Stanfield
The world is just a figment of my mind, consular told me anxiety is God given
Well he must envision me being his personal sitcom with all this odd livin
Transfer my existence from memory card into the internet’s lost system
I’m already so forced so I’ll forever live on as a Sinacog written
Truman show, losin hope misconstrued tied to the noose of a rope
I’m a circus lion, once instinct driven now forced to jump through gold hoops as a joke

Saturday morning/sadder day mourning thoughts

[Scar]

It was awe inspiring to say the least
It’s aura, a fiery fulcrum of lakes and leaves
the gaze, a deepened path where faith is needed
only the pastoral and pure can procure it’s sacred teachings

The villages fell into black gloom
A lineage of conflict with history etched in axe wounds
“The spirit is unhappy” echoed grand chief: Black Moon”
He summoned the seven tribes. “We must compile and enact a pact soon”

It was a gathering of brave warriors and shaman priests
Sages, hoarders, faceless daughters and common thieves
Everyone had a voice, “our choices: war and peace”
While the children, in the distance frolic in autumn leaves

Conversing with “something” that’s beyond their reach

We see further but they see more.

[Etherwave]

Huh? I thought a pussy ass nigga said sumn.
I am the baker y'all just eating my bread crumbs.
I'm just killing these niggas, I'm getting drunk off this redrum.
These backwards ass hoes is dead dumb.
I got drugs in the back like I was making a med run, next to something that'll make your head hum.
I got packs like no leg room.
Still lit and it's bout to be day soon but I know I'm bout to get paid soon.

[Scar]

Im Jason with this stuff - dyslexic when my blade stay in touch
So let’s cut to the chase, kid, cause I’m chasing to cut
Trigger happy when I bust - stay foot loose with the handle
Lets dance with the deuce, pawtna, it only takes two to tango
Yous a asshole, jack ass hoe hope you burn in the light
Before the shot: dark horse, after the shot: earned my stripes
See bruh, life ain’t black and white but I’m mixing the paint
Half black, half red, a minotaur with a rage
My words’ takin flight. Kamikaze is pending
Clapping ovation as the fat lady sings a swan song to your ending

[PancakeBrah]

wrote a folk verse. played the one-string and called it a lick
they used to be moths to the flame, now just drawn to the wick
Let them eat bootstraps. they always told me karma’s a bitch;
I taught them that twisting the knife is a little more honor than wrist.

summer struck, shutter stock. standard issue Nostalgia Plus.
plastic place-mats for adults in the diner. a midnight coffee booth
gets a Big Yikes from the curator of the retweet omnibus.
but, having never heard them myself, that smile sounded like sonic youth.

feedback and vibe. hardtack in the winter, hardtack as it is.
we’ll mark time with a rib; tree sap to vine. as I make amends
for that one cover of ‘the smallest church in st. saens.’
revachol forever. bankrupt as me, always, to the end.

[Mr. J]

Aged cheddar melted onto the bun
Watered down rum in a broken sanctum
Damage dealt to the equilibrium
All in all, back to the stage for some fun
Sunken into the seat, closer to sleep
Me & the demons are Omaha beach
If I ever rest then I'm close to my peak
Has it been an eternity?
Never have I sensed such urgency.
And yet it bores me
Until I return to my drink

[Sinacog]

I'm the engineer of rap; the veneer of rap; I KILLED RAP
I'm the engineer of rap; the engineer of rap; the gluttony of rap
I KILLED RAP; KILLED A DRAGON AND KILLED A DRAGON
I'm the dragon beneath the sanctum; burning into a serpent

[brokenhal0]

Everlasting angels defending counter punch
devils seek asylum outside undoubted love
reminiscent wonder think fast but slow the speed
bent out of shape cause everything is known to me

[Mr. J]

Mentally unstable, shook by the hangover
The bullet riddled signs folks bang over.
Broken bottles reflect the same dreams had
Waiting out the high ain't nothing changing that
Look to others to explain the facts.
Let them birds know....raise and clap
It's training day, watch out for King Kong
Daily living that everyone gets wrong
They don't know the difference.
Spoke the truth then but no one listens
No one gets it but claim that they live it
On the outskirts of the outer limits
Too proud to admit it...
Considered it crazy to stay committed.
Imagine wasting all that time to drown in it

[corleone]

cor always roll with a flush.. I crush opponents,
strong enough to punch you and make your shoulders touch till you lack motion//
the verbal tranquilist, slash theologian, raps ferocious,
I smack bitches who act different around me, flowin'//
you should pay homage to me.. I could possibly be,
the hottest-emcee, to drop scripts since the topical-leagues//
who hotter than C? no one, that's a known fact,
and get slammed on your thorax till your bones-crack//
I'm so Ill, my lyrics contaminate your lung-sacs,
and cause you to breathe different like exhaling tear-gas//
whenever I record my rhymes in the studio I wear a shield-mask,
and yield fast to my saliva spit when I spill raps//
in between studio sessions I religiously recite my lyrical,
and worship demonic spirits in satanic-rituals//
I'm the type of in individual to get rid of you for any revenue,
the type to lend you a dollar if you politely holler for my assistance, too//
In different moods, I spiritually get lifted whenever I hit the boom,
sippin' moon shine, whenever I do rhyme and script a-tune//

[Mr. J]

Well said but best forgotten
All intent met death with no pardon.
No forgiveness & no honors
Cling on to the pasts problems
Drown in sorrows, better tomorrow's
Tunnel vision alongside bated breath
Constant revision is the latest step
Praise the left, the acquaintance met
Value defeat until you awake.
And yet.
The story never changed just how you twist the word
Now your style is reclaimed where the victims were
Another vindictive curr basing life on the distant blur
How sad it is to live not knowing true challenges worth.