THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[corleone]

homo thug.. you gets no love on the forum or chat, (.. no love)
tho' you an admin, or moderator.. this is known to be fact//
you've been exposed.. you can no longer hide or run,
your days of portraying evil in your rhymes are done// (.. finito)
first, let me explain.. our culture was just fine without you,
so know that, we wouldn't miss a thing about you// (.. nothin')
if this were a game of chess, my kings would cross you,
take your queen off the board, and steal your horse, too//
now we're on the same page, all eyes on me,
cause for a second, I thought you believed the lies you speak//
or let me guess, you really believed the lies you spoke?,
and took it to great extents in the rhymes you wrote?//
this goes out to diode.. adverse, hush, blu, and sharp,
and all alike minded people, who aren't true at heart//
hiphop isn't for you, it never was or will be,
as I'm sure, my real hip-hop heads do feel me//
homo thug.. just know that, we never embraced you,
and hiphop never loved you, just know that it hates you..

[Mr. J]

I hear they like to beg for opportunity
Blur the line between what was once you & me
Base their lifestyle on failures & truancy
True indeed.
Never had the time to negotiate
Beg for a change in the goal of fate
Rode that flow and gained so much more
Undetermined stowaway
Can you see the land that's up shore?
The weak fall through the defunct floor
Still trying their best not knowing what for
Immortalized only to succumb to flesh
Watch your footing and scrub the deck
Ain't much left to do now....once I rest
Once I flex find authority figures rushed off
Yes.
It's the inevitable.
Newly found hope unsusceptible
Raise the flags so I can breeze through.
Extend ya rants about how we equal
Nah the difference between the captain
And you getting capped in.
Is easily disputable

[corleone]

quick keystyle..

hush can get clapped quick for running his mouth,
and drug from out of his mattress, when I run in his house//
he claim he from Brooklyn, but he never been in New York,
nobody has ever heard of this fraud, I'll turn him into a corpse//
he's netcees best kept secret, no wonder they call him hush,
you a fag.. I heard diode use to rub you on your ass and you'd blush// (.. lol, homo)
what? he promised you a moderator position?,
or let me guess.. he promised to fix your battles, so that you'd win and have a respectable-record?//
you could never be me.. son check it, I'm New York City's golden child,
you opposing who? I'll script a verse and diminish your entire style//
lucky you.. I overheard your baby momma suck a mean dick,
I picked her and your son up where he go to school at then bought him sneakers//
I took them both on a vacation.. the following weekend,
and listened to them converse of all the places you be in//
I said to myself.. "damn, I'm a genius.. ", my hand over my rachet,
as I'm waiting for you to leave the night club, so I can blast it//
.. this nigga hush shoulda stood in his lane,
he should of kept his mouth shut and stood true to his name// (.. stay quiet nigga)
leave him stuck.. put the tool to his brain,
then fire shots to his head and turn his dome to beef lo-mein//
.. you from the streets? I highly doubt that, get your mouth smacked,
get robbed in the middle of no where, and jaw'd till' your mouth-cracks//
now you can call yourself hush for a legitimate reason,
and watch your mouth whenever your boy Cor is speaking..

[Mr. J]

Ever since they fell they sing for hell
Clipped their wings, singed their tail
Flip your coins and wish em well
Build a river, fix the bridge.
Ditch themselves
Sink their relationships, bitched as well
Cried over spilt ginger ale
Wrote a different tale to save face
Who cares how they act it's the same pace
Pull them out of it the same day
Til they poured the dark and played lame
Now they fucked without consent like date rape
Each page laid out written in dark marks
Tell them pigs to come out at night like an aardvark
Claim they better, aim is better
Not knowing the one who plays with letters
Took the game and flipped it for the sake of cheddar
Now like their hairstyle they can both fade together.

[brokenhal0]

How can an overseas timetable stem a line
3rd eye to navel when every rhymes fatal
every scheme tames a lion spinning the tiger dreidel
An intact worship suspects the murderer
outside a treated inhabitant gets beaten by a masked burglar
talking alot but i barley heard of ya
secret agents get preserved for lunch
in the surfer wave in the sea foam with the bull hook
spin a plate tell me how the cells look under scope
show you how hell looks looking for a friend
open a phonebook or fish for the hot cakes
snared by your dares lobotomized fox brains

[Mr. J]

Straight out the card deck I'm hard pressed
Taken others lightly as I wade through the darkness
Chew through charred flesh
Deliberating future conquests
From the jump I've been beyond heads
Others tend to bungie without the harness
Got em watching for Autumn concepts
The pump can spice up your life
Bring you out your shell, cup your strife
Other times what's in store will up the price
What they want more is to subsidize.
Sadly that's not how one decides to cut them ties
Rushing by knowing the fucked up twice.
Thrive on mishaps, go tit for tat with this trash
That trash, anything they choose to bitch at
It's a mismatch of ideals in the mishmash
Wires crisscrossing what they hint at.
Whose to say what's committed
What type of action is going to fit it?
If it's in the journey then fuck the distance.
Ran triathlons in minutes.
Gave the long jump to a midget
Dissect squares with a compass
Stroke of genius in a divot
Buried beneath what was meant to be
Burnt out medically
Carried on by the recessive gene
But dominating boredom successfully

[Vulgar]

In the ordnance of ancestry
explosive truths - elusive youths and nemeses
Only few rebuke a Rameses
The older give way for the younger breeds
Lungs plugged up. A hundred heaves
report to the courthouse, a helot, a slave
left out in the cold. Signed up for an inheritance case
Reclaiming trust
which may gain value over time, or gets crushed

[brokenhal0]

ItS HArd to AccepT
OtheR levels Are A bar TO be Stepped
Cause you SO much HArm THeres No hArmONy Left
That HoW hArd That we CHecK
ThAt Deck OF cards HOw THe GOdly BE KEpT
JokeRs ANd THe FOoLs Some hOpeless soMe Amused
LookINg pAst THe LOve of Truth Walk In SOme Other SHoes

[corleone]

oldie.. lol (had to repost this)

i'll walk across the ocean, creating tidal waves,
strong enuff to hold the weight of the galaxy on my shoulder blades,
i'll 'crush your shadow' and then 'sniff your shade', bitch, listen-wait..
cause either way your gettin' left HOLY, fuck your 'christian-faith'!//
i'll rock your style, then 'stage-dive' over the crowd,
and put your 'eyes on your tongue' so you can watch your mouth//
like flying comedians.. the joke is up, i'll choke-these-punks,
leaving their throat's broke and lumped..
cause like 'sexual relationships with weed', im DOPE-as-FUCK//
ive mastered this rap shit, spheres thrown the fastest,
the baddest, i'll put my TIMBS so far in your ass, you'll shit out the BRANCHES//
u broke bums prolly choke-dicks and gulp-cum,
the only FANs u cats got are inside of ur 'computer-modems'..

[corleone]

quick keystyle..


here's the plan.. I'm a hit man ready to kill//
I got orders from the boss, an Italian male//
he'll put a price on your head just for running your mouth//
and as a hitman I get paid to gun up your house//
plottin out, on top of the building.. I start kneeling//
point the sniper rifle at the man I'm killing//
cold blooded with no feelings.. I'll gut his fuckin children//
and nail their body parts to the fucking upper ceiling//
money had it coming.. he stole a thousand and somethin', cash,-
so you know the boss wanted his ass gutted//
I put the blade to his stomach, gave it a slice//
watch the blood spill from his gut he begged for his life//
I was their recruit.. hired to kill and pursuit,
dressed in combat gear and military boots//
spent years, in warfare.. training in Beirut,
near the peare, by side of the tents.. with army troops//
cartels and planes.. ready to distribute,
.. cocaine I slang, steady to all my troops//
.. I keep my doe buried, buried under the booth,
beneath all my weapons and table, where I salute//
but also you should know that.. right side of the tropaz,
I wired some explosives.. safe guarding the loot//
.. a bomb specialist, war veteran..
slash chemist, in black markets.. and a marksmen//
In desert storm, I was caught for money laundering,
and discharged for drug trafficking//
.. I was court marshaled.. locked up, in Vietnam//
but escaped.. while some died awake, reading psalms//
in a lake.. while some died of pain, blaming God//
no mistake.. some died of aids, from these whores//
I was great.. something like the late chey gurraw,
but crime pays.. despite foul play and the law//
.. a connoisseur and a carnivore,
I drink wine and eat steak for dinner and live like a boss//
In my estate.. I own several cars,
A few homes, a few yachts and a few bars//
.. I train hard, and got a few scars,
.. and dog tags that hang below to my two balls//
.. My jobs' the target.. I see his kid in the apartment,
one of em' ran but lunged into something very awkward//
He fell face first down the hall..
A neighbor shouted, "Help!",
seeing this kid, collapsed on the floor//
.. I hit up the fuse box and jammed the elevator,
And prior.. I cuffed his sister to a radiator//
I had no choice but to kill em' both..
I was under oath and cleaning My scope off with kitchen soap//
Initially.. I was on the roof, particularly,-next door//
Meditating my visual to check Gawd..
Yo, my shot missed and wrecked walls,
I'm speeding down the next hall,
from next doors' building as I check pal.. //
I made it to the room.. unexpectedly,
His kids checking me,
looking at me like this was the death of me//
I shoot their father, in his right arm..
to calm his kids down and make em' sit down, before-the-night-calmed//
I pulled my blade out and cut him where his stomach fade out,
that nigga laid out.. gushin' like something-came-out//
that's word on the bible..
His blood splattered on the wall.. down to my shoes, and unto my sniper rifle//
that's when I wiped the blood off the lens,
I seen his daughter cleansed,
lookin' like she met God and made amends//
I uncuffed her than.. from the radiator,
she told me.. she believed in a lord and savior//
I watched her mourn on her father's corpse..
In the apartment, broken hearted.. crying, she had a dying voice//
I than offered her a finer choice..
and asked of her mother but she replied, her parents-were-divorced//
.. she started trembling, I told her to calm down,
and sooner or later, she'll be back with her mom now//
but first.. "let's talk, let me explain one thing"//
"you can't speak anyone about today, or me"/
"you get it? I don't exist, we never met or spoke",
"for safe assurances.. please do as your told"//
"I need addresses.. aunt's, uncle's, adolescents",
"social security numbers and schools you've attended"//
".. secondly, I need pictures of you and your brother",
"but most importantly, pictures of you and your mother"//
"third of all.. I need some more information//
"like where your father stored his vehicle registration//
"from mortgages, to all documentations.. ",
".. including phone logs and conversations"//
"I need statements.. bill inquiries, with the dates and",-
"corporate locations.. starting from the latest"//
"last of all, I wanna say congratulations..",
".. and thank you for your cooperation.."//

[corleone]

quick keystyle.. diss verse to @El Muffin

whoever said you can rhyme and gassed you up to be the attraction you are?,
whoever did it, must of said, joking.. "this catfish'll go far"//
he must of thought to himself.. "I found a guy, who shouldn't be rapping at all",
"it's only a matter of time, before this faggots' a star"//(.. lol)
lets cut to the chase and talk about your losing streak,
first Curse, now me.. it's funny, how us two would meet//
is it a coincidence? or an respect issue, to where us two would beef?,
I say, judging from my experience.. you were always just mere food to eat//
this fools' a thief.. far from a writer, he's never actually written,
he's a biter.. you could tell by the grooves in his teeth and cavity fill-ins// (.. lol, grooves/music)
son said, my existence a joke.. he must be trippin' off coke,
hiy as a mahfucka.. thinkin' he both//
what? you stop taking your meds, your doctor prescribed?,
tryna to pass the bucket down on me cause it's killing your pride?// (.. lol)
always subliminal, with syllables I create in my rhymes,
super lyrical.. my words implicate in your mind//
this dudes miserable, and hatin cause I'm takin' his shine,
he must be, .. breakin' inside, chasin' his hiy//
talking about walking in my shoes?.. is something you could never do,
everything about me, compared to you is unmeasurable//
you couldn't fathom the man it takes to be me entirely,
if I were to ever take a bullet for a nigga, it's honorably//
so if your referring to my comment that I stated at geno,
I was just figuratively speaking, on behalf of my peoples// (.. get it right)
so let's talk about the nuremberg trials..
as you failed to mention, your nazi regime and your used up style// (.. lol)
and for the record, I was really down with WU..
clown on who? nigga, your still a fan.. we can count that, too//
from countless albums and records, like "triumph" to "36 chambers",
all downloaded and saved right unto your playlist// (.. lol, groupie)
groupie nigga.. I couldn't help myself to say this,
but y'all.. el's gotta "Wu-Tang Clan" tat next to his anus// (.. lolol)
and as for biting RZAs' style.. c'mon, let's be serious..
I'd never do such a thing, my style alone's that brilliant//
and was always in style, you doper than thou?,
that could never be.. like mixing recipes to hold over chow//
like edgar allen poe, writing notably foul,
or moses from the bible, gettin' tossed in the nile,
its not going down.. you'll never win this battle with me,
fuck a cash prize, get thrashed and mangled for free//
.. you've always been broke.. since when you ever made some legitimate cash?,
I know your reply to that, involves a dick in your ass// (.. lmfao)
so if infact, we discussed that, prior to this,
why'd you asked me to keep it a secret, on some look out shit?//
son tried to play me like he wasn't embarrassed,
about a few months back on NC.. when he was exposed as a faggott// (.. lol)
I noticed his indirect comments and the role he established,
that contradicted his very goals and entrepreneurial-status//
so if I were to pull your card, and expose you were gay,
could you honestly tell me, you'd have more shit to possibly say?//
.. I'll toggle my aim, with each shot that I spray,
turn your brains to spaghetti, I'll squeeze the semi, and confetti your face//
if you offend me, I'm suttin' deadly, if you out of your place,
come and test me, my dudes avenge me, if I'm gone anyways!// (.. philly!)
your in a "lose, lose" situation.. you can't kill what you can't kill, nor defeat an obsolete creation//

[Mr. J]

I pity the petty minds that steady grind
Work hard only to be left to die
Lyrical genocide, take the bar set it high
Can't recall what line they measured by
Turn olympic games to gifted lanes
In the 'win'd they can get pissed away
Forgot the rank, the claim, the shift in fame
Pick a number, send it in for the giveaway
Twas a long jump for one to land in dirt
Pander worth, scam the earth & rant at work
Never lost a step, a hop, skip, or jump
Could care less if he made the system bump
So listen up when he grips a flips his stuff
Get them pissed enough the shit just plugs
Shit outta luck, pissed about what?
Take the opportunity to stop the hatred
Or stay constipated with the constant state of...
What is
Or what isn't
No need to rush in it without the proper attire
Get that jersey hung before you watch me retire

[Mr. J]

Been fluid with the antics twist backwards
Flipped on its head focused on mechanics
Flooded the engine and buried the hatchet
Twist the monkey wrench to create havoc...
Couldn't produce a jump, clutch and choke
Couldn't make a connection to touch the flow
Such is known one can corrupt the show.
Change the field and choose to run it home.
They base ball on who better, who struck a chord
Who finessed who at bat and cut the source.
Hit the lights and then bring it back
Strip the holder for their singles act
Made each step hurt. Brought shingles back
I forgot where we were going so bring it back.

[Master Rock]

This is the open mic
this where beef takes flight
fly away butterfly
broken wings
waiting patiencely
for a fat lady to sing
waiting for the ruckus to bring
waiting for the crown
king of the ring
round and round we go
screaming at echoes
holding on to the past
you need to let go
tight grip on the spit
writers block I been equipped
vandalistick
misfit
of the glove
cold cases
is what I speak of
evidence of the sickness
within
nobody will ever know where I been
while my eyes shine with a grin
take a ride with me we'll go on a spin

[Mr. J]

Losers were in for a wallop
A high only they could fall with
Drown in their subconscious...
Place your cups up to the starlets
Down yourself as quick as you drink
Skate as you would slip in the rink
Foolish thinking ya lip is distinct...
Or it carries any weight to lift ya from the brink
Set sail to fault until the rope is taut
Every string yanked is where hope is lost
And your lost in the ocean crossed
No matter regarding what your emotions are
It's enjoyment for the others.

[brokenhal0]

A twin mans divine song.
Design Born From ley lines that divide corn.
Pagers to paimon faded now the high's gone.
Wages am I wrong lose your weight now you high born.

[JESODIST]

[QUOTE= thoughts are obstacles, [/QUOTE]
You have a lot of quotables
You should form a crew and call it The indestructibles
I'm an enigma to these Corruptibles
Measuring the weight o.O
Making you feel tension like Indi Gates
Well covered like infidel in citadels
Sniping you American bastards
That enjoy holes like Saddam Too
We sit all day making pipe Bombs
Getting high with yayo mixing in Crumbs
I make you lame hoes get infected pimping in the Slums
Filthy like a drum of garbage Distinctly in hums
My vibrations break your Guns
I enter a temple just to rape your Nuns
Steal ya liquor an taste ya Buns
I bring the rage of many Suns
I'm the cause and pause
Posting some lines just Because
We sometimes feeling like robbing Santa Clause
Practicing and stretching like van damn
Ripping an ear like van Gough
I'm damned, bro high but it's only off Dro
Looking like shadows in the eyes of Krow
I'm a mentalist Berater, a medalist hater
So casino guy it's time to set a Wager
You're so behind me your name is Tailer
And no I do not live in a Trailer
Like a God
Self destructive like Vegeta
All you bust is Palomita
I'm treating you one Like a Señorita
Making you like a Margarita
Ready to party and share some Bills
I Shady not wanting to pay for Pills
Yaal like ma blazin Skills
Nigga I'm Perilously Moving Dangerously Improving
This crowd? Maneuvering, Tunnelling through ya Skull
They won find a speck of you in this Hull
I'm sacrificing myself like a crazy Bull
They made me Pull and Full
This to the brim Broski
I'm the rim Roshi without a chain or Shinobi
I'm weird like Bobby with an old shotty
I got you dancing like a shortie
Got that swag
That shake evil call me Scotty
I don't give likes to a Hottie
Caz she make me too go Horny

[Mr. J]

If there's one thing that's easy to flip.
It's other writers rhymes that are cheesy as shit
Most are known to be breezy and quick
Others get offended by the MC'ing and quit.
Turn up their nose, start disagreeing and shit
Shedding a tear over a beer, sneezing a brick
My intentions are high while heating a spliff
Been weeks since I've even had a lift.
Gotta maintain focus, reclaim moments
Regain momentum and blame the motives
Leave them brains open if the aims broken...
Call it a miscount, now we the same POTUS
Got a debt the size of the deepest hole
Transparency so clear you can see his soul
Lay it out on the table so we can meet these goals
Sin so much you would think only Jesus knows...
The pain and tribulation
It's the same as you sit and waited
For the plane to hit it's destinations
From one hit to another
One flight to the other
I'm connecting quick and touching down
All the others don't mean nothing now
Me miss a step? Nah, don't know what they fronting bout
Spare tire in the parachute and we got this jumping now
The party just begun so if they hate me, wellllll
That's just another story written by HG Wells
Sitting on the shelf waiting to stage each hell.
Acted out by yours truly wondering if he's caking well
Making bail and earning more than the average...
Pandering is an advantage like the safety fell
Then clapped back, Mars attacks with an Ack Ack
All he has now is a $20, a cell and his backpack
Ready to be taken aboard to use the board of the 8track
The drums looped and the bass thumping
There is a lot to undo all you gotta do is say something

[Pharaohs Army]

When I hear the bass drop I jump up and down in the same spot
You ain't hot, that's quite a lame drop
I don't have to say much when it's all the same stuff
Vomit on the mic after I ate lunch
And there ain't a drug I won't take once
Dodge&duck you throw a lame punch- you hate my guts
My intention isn't noble
I'm just missing @Bodey & wishing hopeful sipping on a fizzy soda
Getting older and turning various phrases
Going to hilarious places my chariot's waiting
Good thing J's back
Wearing the same hat writing insane raps
It's par for the course
Hardly have remorse for the czar of the force
Whatever That means I'm just a rap fiend
on two doses of caffeine from a canteen
When I finally sleep I'll have sad dreams
When my frees are better-than-your-writes you say it can't be

[Mr. J]

Whatever sparks your fancy
Fantasy driven narratives written by Ang Lee
Structured fun for the whole family
Flat top fissure, that a mount in "can't peak"
Backdrop pictures, road flares and a canteen
Damaged livers, a bloody river covered by Maxi
Misquoted and misjudged
A problem invoking the hiccups
Bitch left now I pour out a broken pimp cup.
Shed a tear for no one nor do I quit
Or drop a line to get tripped up.
Humanity is a fulcrum needing to get picked up
Momentary mix up
Haters in the game tryna break new ground like dig dug.
I just pop in to flip stuff til the dust kicks up
Til the rust break off and the jigs up
Boredom never concedes nor gives up
That's the issue we facing now
That's something never escaping doubt