THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Adverse]

Regrets at your reminiscence
The dead have no business livin
I wish there’d been another way
I tried to tell you that love was pain
I tear the pages from my brain
Novelized by a Sutter Kane
Wait…

Incorrigible, I lay engorged in your gorgeous words
It’s all poetry, I’m hanging on the torso of every verse
More so since you been around, I’m starting to see colors again
Suddenly end? I’m making my vow to always come back again
You possess the medicine I need, homemade and unique
I’m an aimless fiend waiting weeks for a hit…your taste is so sweet
My brain is so weak, watching men hound you got me dogging myself
But I’m taking my heart from the shelf, ready to show you what sets me apart from pack…it’s getting harder to tell

[Mr. J]

This flow, water to a well, ponder as I tell.
Water to a whale, wading in a pond is a hell.
Ponder it while I offer the platter to a cell.
V for Vendetta's, G's offered if he'd tell.
Let the mind wander, waft in the sale...
Now if he spout, all would topple as well.
Thoughts in the air, as if the water expelled.
Relationships waiver at the thought of his tail.
Well. Once you reach a certain depth take care
Space titan sub..time to accept ya fate is here.



Took the quill to scroll and unfold life's essence.
It's my will, I owe whenever I hold the mic.
Lessons for wise, visions for the dumb, instant message.
It's a mess in my mind but I expose the hype.
Never question the rhyme or how I'm stepping.
Got a foot on ego and a thumb in its nostril.
Writers couldn't see me with Jesus & his apostles.
Villages & hostels, ministers, what have you.
Deliver the scripture of this uncut manual.

[brokenhal0]

Deliver this mixture to disrupt cannibals,
Freedom nature mutates DNA signatures,
Circumcising muddled plasma in corrupt cancer cells.
New day apostles see prophecies in vapor trails,
With the camper tools, I got the trailer hitch outback near the mirror pools.
No matter where you run we laugh at you,
It's the last supper so grab your spoons.
Siphon the well water from the mind shaft, comets in the cosmos.
Titans looking for a tit,
Man and animal got most but your top ghost is still inanimate.

Loud shockwaves kept the block, well you're not safe even the cops hate.
Top grade lyrical blockade more spiritual than blasé violent talk.
For the reminders that the man behind the eyes ain't soft, shed your skin,
Turn your shiners off, bind and torture, don't lose yourself inside the scurge.
Inside it rains, that's how I remind the poor,
In the end deceivers will try to make you believe you just die of course.
What's the cost to try and design a force? You can make a fortune by
Supporting a higher thought.

Full in pocket, low in spirit, angels knocking but you fools ain't hear it.
But I'll show you who can choose their beverage,
A puzzle piece for the chosen cleric.
Fucking her till she secretes vagina sauce, find me Lord I think my mind is lost,
Yelling out but you never find the source.
I, in self, stay wise, it helps,
You work for a demon who never denied itself,
Even after death they're baffled by the final boss,
Shackled to the devil,
Hanged man whose empress divides and crossed divine divorce.
No matter where you go both I's are lost,
Closed eyes are forced, are they mine or yours?
Both times I lost it's okay, I sighed it off,
In my crosshairs I contain strains of the lost man,
Conspiracy thoughts spam your network like a backdoor,
Jam up your whole program.

[Mr. J]

They call me the caretaker, wrap & foldin' grams up.
Handcuffed over misdemeanors, old LAN stuff...
Online stand up led these fuckers to bumrushin' the cave
Backyard yokels arguing over brush in's with fate.
Got all your socials just to purchase Russian estate.
Ammo so big, what's the point of tucking a gauge?
I got... Issues & magazines, thinking of what to display
That says "don't fuck with J", my role demands what?
Cycling through ol' planned runs to throw hands up
For those who don't know style, don't flow, can't jump.
Juxtaposed prose and some, localized shows and what?
Just fuel to the fire, burning bridges, few to admire.
The honest truth that's seduced by the liar...
I let loose then inspire you, the recluse & the choir.
Now they know the man plus won't be confused by deniers...
Claim to be legends but them plateau's don't add up.
Polish up on what you would do, those plans need a sand buff.
Maaan what ....
That pen body built weird it got that Elon Musk.
See the skies my star Trek's like a Klingon does?
Got you trying so hard now they bring y'all up...
Like...hey remember them

[Mr. J]

It's the quasi gentlemen
Communicating through your frog eyed television.
Heard y'all want my presence again.
Like the bag had the witness cross-examine Santa.
Get what you want without asking, manners.
Say please, the Opera, The phantom.
Weaponry designed for bananas.
Slip up, 99 shots sent again.
For any Curious George who jettisoned.
Get Jetson sent, Popeye estrogen.
Olive Oil, nah I call em spoiled.
Channel surf, observe the pot, watch it boil.
This easy as mac and cheese.
Put your heart in, I just laugh at geeks.
Got a view they wish they'd trademark.
Acid jeans Bobby Flay'd then stain washed.
Charlie Chaplin raised in a seance...
They say 'focus man' while in plain view.
Shaken visionaries, erratic playthrough.
This mystery machine has more rhymes than your ascot..
It's the most heard of but never seen...
Mufucka I'm living like a Sasquatch.
Got every lil' gorilla tryna play smart.
Each little monkey that wanted to praise y'all.
Playing odd one out...