THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[e11even]

"What of it, mate?" Exclaiming proudly, awaiting his take...
Guns in my face, stuck as fly pape, only way is down, as this life's skyscraped.
Wallet on my desk at work. Stash in my bike. Bike in my driveway.
Driveway in another town... "Hurry up monkey! Time's my money! It's Friday!"
...

[Eŋg]

kind of funny: it's then i get paid my wage,
not sure that's worth it when a pleb gazes sideways:
i'll take a shit on the clock
(but not literally, they're too high, right on the wall)
my pace & rhythm won't stop
a jot physically. i lose my mind to the chore,
Time is a whore & mine's such a bore.
you don't have it better;
we're all faltering. in this cold haggard weather
the air's raw. sauntering in a slow, ambled, measure
in a holed, fabric sweater's the soul's placid pleasure.
from a pen stems the sentiment,
it lends a line, or ten:
i remember being reminded i'm alive again.

[Wise Wiggles]

My eyelids blend & morph to liquid
Abortion clinic line to Portland's picnic
For the party people who snort or lick it
Borgore delicious. More warped than envisioned
Girls looking like Gordo the midget..
Fuck sleep. Walk through the portal to kick it

[e11even]

Originally Posted by Vividlyvague

"What of it, mate?" Exclaiming proudly, awaiting his take...
Guns in my face, stuck as fly pape, only way is down, as this life's skyscraped.
Wallet on my desk at work. Stash in my bike. Bike in my driveway.
Driveway in another town... "Hurry up monkey! Time's my money! It's Friday!"
...

I muster the moxy by proxy of no option,
"I ain't got that shit... and if ya'll pop me, there's no profit!"
Deep in thought, he fiddles his kurambit.
"Take me to it, you bloody liar!" Knife to my esophagus,
"If you cross me, that whore you lie with
Will be but a spent memory in a coffin!"
...

[Natural]

Boot up you're computer and log into ya User
Shoot up the energy made by all of the fuses
No excuses to make when you honor ya duty
Slave to this mechanical box I'm manic n moody
Don't panic when moving to reality from foolery
The matrix be pulling me into its grasp tuning me
Clasp the perfume of human humor and humility
Are you feeling me when I reveal that I'm villainous?

[e11even]

...or do you intend to humor me?
Your tune muses... and is but a fuel I seek.
Bleeding a hue new to me, i'm imbued in this blue jewelry
you call a mood. I seek to approve, but if you're confusing
me with one who'd care for your losing yourself, you might, indeed, be losing sleep.
You seek to improve. I'm choosing my newest me
from a room of suits by the coolest elite:
me, myself, and I. now move. we must make room for the losers-to-be.

[Natural]

Originally Posted by Vividlyvague

...or do you intend to humor me?
Your tune muses... and is but a fuel I seek.
Bleeding a hue new to me, i'm imbued in this blue jewelry
you call a mood. I seek to approve, but if you're confusing
me with one who'd care for your losing yourself, you might, indeed, be losing sleep.
You seek to improve. I'm choosing my newest me
from a room of suits by the coolest elite:
me, myself, and I. now move. we must make room for the losers-to-be.

No cruising for me I'm a dangerous breed, became famous with speed
I was nameless but now I'm named the motha fuckin greatest to free
I'm outrageously deep into the favorites list of all the latest emcees
Terminator of beef, germinater of success, elevate after my death
It all equates to a gladiator who's created a legend legacy left

[dull boy]

You can cultivate genius. Most relate pieces of prose to states seen in their own forays. We just
provoke and play. Treat it like a role. The paint teases your soul to stay. Reading a poem in plain English
as a code that takes meaning. Culminate thesis.

[Mr. J]

Giving the crowd pleasers amnesia
a quart of anesthesia. the main feature
toucan sam with a 5th of Gin
fruitful earnings displaced ligaments
Oh no its him again...
eating all the Snickers & m&ms

[dead man]

wrote into a pigeonhole. hopelessly living digital
many pose likes hoes, fallopian in the centerfold
coexistence is sensible. onerous and predictable
old religions and metronomes - both of these are dispensable
colder shoulders than eskimo, frozen like stouffer's vegetables
feel your heart racing. hold your composure, let it go

[Tyrion Lannister]

Hold your composure, let it go
hoes hold on my testicles
bitches like "no that's an exit" NO that's my receptacle
Regal sepulcher; bury my long dwarfish tentacle
Dionysian wine fiend turned source of the spectacle
Regal plot - evil docks on King's landing respectable...
Furture dwarf GAWD plotting where panties are plentiful...

[PancakeBrah]

Blue orchid. Thumping bass pedal,
I'm dumb. I enjoy Winter. I employ mettle.
This wave isn't as fun as the last. If I keep thumping the past
maybe some nostalgia will spill out, and I'll write it up as a rap.
It's about as fun as pushing your thumb on a tack. These are dog days.
There's only so many ways to shoehorn gossamer, coffee, and cross-legged
in a text verse. And I'm much too sober for carrying schemes perfectly.
Nary. I should be off, finding a Mary in which to bury my dreams.
Or in a field. Urgently. Not toiling, trolling away on the deserted lime green,
but I'm disenfranchised enough, currently. I'm equipped with rhyme schemes!
In the running for ninth place! in a hobby Eminem doesn't pay child support for
but #1 in the power ranks for 'Who can be more bored?'
My creativity's dried up. Exasperated at five.
I just want to rest, lift, and look for the next challenge to find.

[Natural]

Originally Posted by PancakeBrah

Blue orchid. Thumping bass pedal,
I'm dumb. I enjoy Winter. I employ mettle.
This wave isn't as fun as the last. If I keep thumping the past
maybe some nostalgia will spill out, and I'll write it up as a rap.
It's about as fun as pushing your thumb on a tack. These are dog days.
There's only so many ways to shoehorn gossamer, coffee, and cross-legged
in a text verse. And I'm much too sober for carrying schemes perfectly.
Nary. I should be off, finding a Mary in which to bury my dreams.
Or in a field. Urgently. Not toiling, trolling away on the deserted lime green,
but I'm disenfranchised enough, currently. I'm equipped with rhyme schemes!
In the running for ninth place! in a hobby Eminem doesn't pay child support for
but #1 in the power ranks for 'Who can be more bored?'
My creativity's dried up. Exasperated at five.
I just want to rest, lift, and look for the next challenge to find.

Then you should try drinking up a thousand gallons of wine
Intertwined with trying to walk the sobriety line and act fine
Embrace the denial and swear the problem is theirs not mine
Look out for the wall, stumble, fall and bounce like a basketball
The ground just had to act like an ass and start a nasty brawl

[dead man]

au naturale. fuck a nasty brawl
dive headfirst into a shallow pond of adderall
then you'll feel creative and stupid all at the same time
white linen and aged wine
sipping it through the grapevine

[NYCSPITZ]

Magic mouse huge chillin in the tree to the north
Benevolent, pacifist king. A demon of sorts.
Dust spirits soar to night skies, believe in the course
Silence sings its golden tune in relief of the chorus

[Split]

am i an addict. cryostatic. mr. freezy, thoughts in storage,
diving fathoms, leagues and leagues of drop performance,
nodding forwards- grandpa how'd you sleep? sheets for leaves?
six- speed on a volkswagasaurus. brb. dreaming dreams.
sike. ive got lies on deck for decades. A-side B-side.
straight rotation. staircase tessellation, stay between lines,
the cube-rooted stanley kubrick, apocalypse apotheosis.
(thats a single frame)
promised bitch id stop eroding. conjugal can be stitched with nuisance.
this director's cut left me clipped and stupid.
(thats a single frame)
scatter brittle brained. all they get is 1440p bled and dubbed,
sigourni rolly-sleeved in center frame instead of hugger cubs.

[Natural]

I just write and recite it back and if its right I'm delighted that
I can try to form a brand new batch and light a fire higher than
My prior expired drop I had, adjust and plot a lot of thought in brag
Sometimes I swap and cop topical swag and talk about comical yap
The balls been in my court but now you can have it back

[Coup]

I see warm center flanked by a snow bank
And this American flag raised in pure cocaine
My girl in the center, she is not the only one
We see the danger, guns with the twenty-one
Salute the past, it's a relief now that we are leaving
Don't lie to me here, say you care grieving
I pray, cut yourself on angle hair
As my bones grow into you dear
In your right wing, now broken wing
You and me flying, not really
We still be sleeping, skeletal beings
This is the place called recovery

[Simon SeversTons]

Check this out: IM THE DOPEST RHYME SLAYER!
AYO! This is 2013 Cypher, not an open mic playa

[Mr. J]

All the right errors. night terrors to add in right there
twice squared. third dimensions cubed in Nik airs