THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Eŋg]

bask in moons for my madness
training thought to forge the tracklist
run-on sentence, run on acid,
run on essence bought with plastic:
aggressive-passive, pastiche-progressive
passes over pretentious passage,
one sobering thought among a hundred classes,
less sober, in thought, among huddled masses
- i've had it, i haven't;
masochistic malformed manners,
bandage wounds with standard banners,
thumping bass undoes the sadder, meaner matters,
bumping lines, and cutting life from karenina, anna.
habit seeks a pattern's patter.
spiral -para, see the sequence shatter.
secrets. mathematics. penis. parapraxis. regrets. parataxis.
i've been a nuisance. i'm disillusioned.
pent-up prick pissing puissance.
patronizing. analyzing your face from its little movement.
present a problem just to sink solution.
shit is useless.

[Fig]

When black and white become shades in your minds eye,
Try and fight the urge to fuck a nigger like a kike might.

I gave God a really high-five after dying in a drive by
my house; got hit by a semi on the right side.
I took about nine rounds,
but you know what, I'm alright now.
I mean, I'm dead.

[Pharaohs Army]

..leave u- Inevitably Maimed in Credible Pain and Eventually Slain
you r Undeniably Insane. Astrology is not in the science vein- Try as u May.
I'm very disappointed in you; u haven't done ur writing Today.
but i am just a little pharaoh i can Not Keep Up The pace.
youre Cocky &youreVain but compre hending me, is Well Beyond your Brain.
my creative spirit and energy was alive, when the Aliens came,
thousands of years ago, before i was reincarnated again,
the only reason i'm concerned about battling U, is you have nothing to lose, n everything to Gain something i never thought i'd say..

[emcee squared]

nothing

[Mr. J]

Side ache, time, dates sprinkled on top of lifes garden
my squadron likes to pop shots when the fights startin'
My pardon, beg for it while others give an arm & leg for it
I amp yo team happily and cue the chainsaw in a dead forest
withered pages ripped away from these bitter mages..
turn you to porcelain Kardashian when I aim to lift your faces
book the trainers, arms took by razors they look on brazzers..
you bout to get fucked as I glide by, get shook, ankle breakers
I'm a disease ridden fiend hittin these weak chillren...
bored..

[Pharaohs Army]

..out of your Gourd?!
i swing my samurai sword. sharp as-a-razor. and strong as a laser. could this be the end of my Song? &cya later.
Axes 'n saws
r not Good
for for the cedars in nature if They are Alive when they're taken..

out of your Gourd?!- didn't mean to take you off Guard. when i left the ship yard, at the port.
can u HELPme?- i'm looking for puzzles to Sort.
i Do it rather Rapidly - my Raps r swisher sweet!!
or slowly, but stay on the beat.
i didn't know what "Out'v the Pocket meant"
until someone in the Comment-said..

anyway J- i had a reasonable. day.
bored, and i dont see what else to say.
why-i end things
in a similar way..

[Mr. J]

How many minutes a day? give em a break...
give em a break, I tend to rip tracks with kit kats
spit raps with no kick back wheres my gift at?
its gift wrapped with anthrax guarded by your aunts ass
wheres the Amps at? in a pair of trainers. all about that bass
all about the vase, the chandelier & the champagne case
wait...this just in my mind slips outside the norm
my reign steps outside to pour, whose that....rappin outside my door?
I sense the rebellious youth that tell us he needs some shoes
I need to use at least half a pill, crushed with ease
while your girls face makes an attempt to touch her knees
you cuff with ease, I turn them cheeks to a mural & punch your spleen
you a fuckin beast, Im a fuckin beast when I fuck a dream
fuckin weed, what else do I fuckin need before you can fuck with me
fuckin fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck Im doing a ninja flip off a fuckin tree
yayyy

[Pharaohs Army]

typeCast me. i write nasty. convoluted answer for any question you might ask me.
my feed back is Redacted. cross it out. &leave for tha club- cuz I be mackin'.
mah freestyle Tactics 'ccasionally Rival 4 hour Writtens from u sour kittens.
ask yerself whyyy.......
i fux with tha metallic masked1. take it seriously
then re-examine evrything youve rapped, son.
.........
send telepathic signals ta reigning harpists missing in action
light a flame in the darkness like J. the Rhyme assassin.
hate everything i've wrote in the past, but smug-enough ta believe Icreate training sessions
all i do is Talk About what we do. it's stale. i need refreshments.

[Urban Dialect]

lyrical chem-trails/ inhale the asbestos,
this one's on the molecular level where cells get infected
that's why under the microscope u pale in prospective
or maybe you're pale cause you're white/
scripture tells, that, on that day..
the children of those that fell will be killed a pone site
and the children of Israel(black folks) will be stomping the fingers
of those of you that are left still clinging for life

[Mr. J]

What song is the moon singing tonight?
Is you slinging the white thinking you the quickest to write
writers bathe in gasoline & Sean Paul gimme the liiight.
this is bread & butter why should I be lifting the knife
sore losers sit em aside. I been dishing these rhymes dying of starvation
if they got a problem seriously I'm finding it heart breaking
your timing is off...waiting....waiting...its time to stop faking
I'm a raw statement that bombards fakeness off the top breaking...
chest cavities, get your breast battered weak if the best battled me...
shiiiiit they better bring their best...actually...thats suspicious
why would I fuck a rhyme up to fuck with these fuck bitches
why waste my time to make a rhyme for real....what the fuck bitches

[MC Fussy]

"sorry i was light on the last weigh in"
I asked that nigga if he was playin' jive
nigga, it weigh 4 'sposed to be 5.
so bullets pour from .45s

you act like you sold crack but you just buy
dog,
these niggas kill me. so how i'm still the last rapper alive?
Boss.
best in class if you test you'll get checked real fast
these rich niggas writing checks talking bout selling techs & bags
50 told em you'll get decked for wearing them flags
yea blue match your outfit, match how ya mom feeling when the boys show up at her door wearing the badge



scary

[JESODIST]

You cant measure up against a Scale that is Large,
Here am the Sarge, you get stopped immediately before Preparing to Charge,
Caught up in a Fence that is Barbed,
Step to this and your Face will be Charred when the Place is Bombarded,
Everything you Paste is Discarded,
The crown is safe don't even come Near it is Guarded,
Learn to give it all after the Fear is Discarded you Better be Brave,
All you Pretenders Behave Don't Surrender as Slave,
Reach the Center and Base on this Impeccable Case don't be Rendered a Waste,
If you can't find a way out Dismember the Maze they Set and Phase,
Will be a Thing of the Past in this Ring you Won't Last,
treat you like a ball and Swing you so Fast the sound Barrier is Broken just as the Sire has Spoken,
But hasn't yet been Entirely Proven, we defending Invincible in Battles,
Suspending you with Invisible Shackles up in the Air with the Clouds
angelical creatiures begin chanting the name we can Hear it so Loud,
singing hymns to the one on the Skies who Knows it All,
Giving you a helping hand when you are Unconcious and Fall on the Wrong Path,
Which you yourself Decided to Choose where you Riding and Cruise,
till your Tightened Screws begin to Lighten and Loose,
engage on a task even the Titans Refuse, to punish the evil and have these Tyrants Abused,
all for the protection of the Human Race

[PancakeBrah]

sapped you.

too much to write. you're such.
just, such. such a voluminous light. you're not of the touch. an idea. you're a movement i'd like. your face matches, everything that ignites. it's all so mathematically right. so it's imperfect. i'll talk to you. then

it's all emotive, and nervous. misplaced excursions, 'you're beautiful' in the wrong place, even when spoken in cursive. an acceptance, an okay. eventually fuck, each sensation implaced.

bullshit thing i wrote.

[MC Fussy]

since you rich, aint no stoppin you
you still a bitch, a fake, a cop a cock & cruel
you still get your cash from blood money
like strange fruit grow on trees
selling crack to youth, killing niggers
& put dirt on me

now niggas raps just bout shoot'n
when the only hood nigga since the 1990s is vladimir putin

CIA invade my block
now my aunty shooting crack in the barge...

now i got this white duke told me he was glad to be sarge
like you glad you aint boss?
little nigga suckin dicks & stroke his dad in the fog
of war
heard these army niggas INVADING & turning moms ta whores

in the hood like we aint seen it
on some 1773 white american scenic
black bitch getting raped by massa in back of the bleechers

ACTING LIKE WE AINT SEEN IT BEFORE

[MC Fussy]

"be yourself..."
thats another difference between me & them
they used to playing tough
so they think we fucking kidding

like we aint get fire-hosed down at the sit-in
like we aint a U.S. race born from scorn & killing
like we won't erase your face just cuz we feeling....
a little wavy. hit the syrup but i aint acting sweet, baby.
like we won't just wake up one day and kill you & ya lady
kidnap ya baby, drown ya cat
rape ya rabies
just cuz today the world seemed EXTRA shady.
had to light 'em up cuz shorty was feeling dark
yea we was slaves but the wilder part
is we grew up this decade with death in our yard
heard katrina flooded rosa parks
president bush touched down with his wife like
"we dont know who the fuck these niggers are."

its a gift and a curse that imma star
PZZY

[Mr. J]

Blindsided, life sounds like a living based on insufficient funds
looking at the night like....like Im giving taste to sufficient blunts
send a beer across the bar, enjoy these shots you been sippin up
look at the skull the blood is drippin from, please pick it up
sick enough to leave my thoughts in the porcelain...giving up
Im kiddin bruh these fingers that help control this mechanism
lendin vision to blind that wish to see this stress I call livin
stress my witness when Im looking for a reason to stress my vision
bored...bored bored bored waiting for the perfect set of lines
what you doing looking here...dont you know you stressin mine
kiddin.....look at these liars look at me...look at them...
look at me but raise your hand before you decide to look again

[emcee squared]

nothing

[Mr. J]

Ha! What a loser! Look I'll be your tutor. the shooter that puff enough Buddha I couldnt measure it with an electronic ruler. I'll spit in your cu-cu-cooler while playing in the water...boyyyy I'm down in Bermuda bitch working on my southern hospitality that's luda....shiiiiit I make a tumor feel like a user abusing the last can of tuna hanging out cause I'm bored...bored of this fucking rumor. rumor? No I mean Rumer my will is ill you can capped I'll get my fillings filled and make this a killing....chill

[PancakeBrah]

bjork sucks.
i would tie your throat, up. the twist of my wrists,
that's where we would know us. we can lay on a couch,
with so many people around. fuck. i can imagine
a, no, the most vilest of patterns. a give and a take,
to see who's smile could flatten. a contest between us,
for the slimmest of stakes; OH GOD IT'S SO MONSTROUS, THIS SCENE IT'S JUST-
exactly what we dreamed for. regaling in teen form;
what, you? now my maiden is seen for.
for you,
i'm what i think you think you would sink towards.
you want eye contact. i wish you would blink more.

[Pharaohs Army]

i'm Wired Differently i Fire Weaponry,
not a fan of yer Ostentatious Tendencies,
you're impetuous to the point of a life calamity,
burn lactic acid @the gym but lacking sagacity and mental capacity,

you're Unfortunately Hobbled by emotional troubles,
i sit in a hot tub with "Dimes" Soaking Up Bubbles- forgetting my problems,

you don'tknow what i Been thru;
u donno what it cost(me)ta get this Benz Coupe,
you Wasteful Wastrel, like your writings, your life narrative's untasteful,
you 'ave no Idea- what i'm on Pace for,
what r these Constraints for?
i don't have any, &i Hate yours!

yo my Alias Arleady Made Hits,
hitt'im up fer Tips\his lyrics come, in a "Ready-made Kit"
,an Expansive library
,extensive and binary,
like a Star system,
copyrighted* so They're Expensive tirades..

i'm a Wandering Marauder spewing prominent documents,
acquiring Aztec armaments
looking for slaughter\hunting my next meal which i Garnish with poetic condiments.
i've
overcome,
damaging Debacles &challenging obstacles,
yea,thats Why i'm Here,
Writing ironical 'n Sardonical-text4yor opticals...