THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Split]

have you caught a glimpse

seventeen months. atlases. maps. attractive relapse.
soundmaps intact. gnawing urge in verses, Schrodinger's tonal curse birthed in a
prosal hearse. lyrics thawing first. miracle of life recircles, sound bites in reverse.
at first, rehearsed doubt in ticks. mirror talks. listen in. announcement with booze- she fears it's off.
packed a punch that bruised the clock, fashioned lunch with my food for thought.
"I've known you once". forgot. misery, the chorus sings to me.
piercing notes lost in the porous text, rewrote history's symphony.

[PancakeBrah]

im the product of a nuclear test site
poison infused death sprite sick with the flu and some head lice
exumed at the Red Light,
and now im reacting to the fumes of this meth pipe
wooooooo what the heck, like, i'm a mutant on speed
it's blue when i pee and i'm deranged, amusingly free
ill kill a family then abusive the bereaved
or utilize a reef as a hula hoop and sing tootally-dee

[Jessica]

I see yall are cyphering up in here/ let me yall tell ya something/ I am Jessica the mentally disturbed, demented girl/ yall are fragments extracted by obliterated soul/ I will disintegrate ya cells leaving them seeking to be whole/ I'll open wounds in ya faces and close them with salt to brutalize the pain/ my lyrics are subliminal venom in rain{reign}/ you're feeble like a genetic experiment that came to life before time/ yall make rap seem like a joke when yall be rhyme/Buddha is long dead for religious reasons/so do not try to make rap seems more like chinese religion/ its not the fact that I got diss yall just because yall always criticize my posts/ I am not even moved by the things you said/ I am just in sorrow because people like yall are killing this art/ like Sodium chloride in water sons I will tear yall apart/ yall are pathetic excuses of rappers tryna cypher/ yall just degrade rappers existence/ after I punch yall there won't be resilience/ yall are descendants belonging in a rotten family tree/ rappers born by mistake and denied by their own pedigree/ fill ya inflated skulls ere, yall fill things you've never seen/ yall are the reason all people have no faith in this game/ "death,dead man, cakecake,genocide,dead man, trap, the list goes on" who the fuck inspired those names/ I'll throw broken glasses in ya eyes and slit ya retinas so yall become really blind/ do not open the door of a haunted mansion, because yall don't know what yall gonna find/ yall are not even five months old in this netcee site, yet yall want DEATH/ yall are hopeless, yall survived a miscarriage at ya day of birth/ so don't act like yall know what life, rap and its elements/ when ya is close to the dead like morgue servants/ I won't even go deep, mother told me to be kind/ and not brutally kill people who were born blind.

[DMS]

Yo, I’m diving deep, surviving steep strides as a climb the peek.
You’ll find I’ve arrived at a siz’ble keep.
Where the mind is confined and abides to me.
Where the time is not timed, at the lines are free.
So don’t abuse the power, or you’ll have to hide from these.

[DMS]

My mind is like my pen It has extensive use
I’m in a pensive mood
and my lessons few are far in between n teach me less than news
you see I’ve seen the angels in red
In the place of the dead
And the graves of the less
on the hospital beds and the patients in rest
I’m awake in my breast but not brave in my chest
for when I’m in the funeral place
and I’m facing what lefts
When I’m on hells roads paved
With the pace in my steps
slowed by the placement of dread
otherwise I’d be racing in tread
instead I brace feh what’s next
And I note the road has been paved the faces of death
It’s between fear n phobia Borders the lines, for when the form that is life turns the corner of time
And its lost in the storm or the light
The out lands are outlandish
Staying inside is protection from those
Who Realize my reflections gone cold
I must die, tho my intentions not so
The Faces of the dead stretch through the zones
So here lies the question, when will my methods run old,
And I’m done with my steppin’
And become a step in the road.

[corleone]

recycled battle verse at RR against "revolution"..

here's a new year's resolution..
you should quit rap and create a solution//
learn a new trade, that pays to compensate for your-music//
your garbage at rhyming.. whats even worse, you've been mistaken for-ruthless//
best' watch your mouth, or get knocked out for saying your bullshit//
.. this lame is a nuisance, passed his days on the pulpit,
he should retire.. his spit game dryer than "slaves-in-nooses"// (lol.. dry ass nigga)
he's ashamed of his doings.. the bingo champ at state-institutions//
known to preach after taking his meds.. hence his name, "revolution"//
.. rev's a few drinks away from losing his faith//
he's about to throw in the towel, after grooming his face//
.. caught him in the shower, moving his waist,
and fucked him in his ass, as he's mumbling-rape// (.. lol straight dirty)
I'm in the yard.. juggling weights,
seen him and his cellmate @Answer acting tough by the gates//
.. I grip on my blade and rush to their place,
and stabbed them both, continuously till' their blood gushed, out of hate//

[Harsh]

The serpent strikes, I'm dancin' in the venom's endeavor
I'll slowly fade with time, the only thing the pendulum severs
Mendin' em, never...I'll learn from the scar's tissue
You wanna carry my weight? Then take this bar with you
It bears my soul, my heart, defectin from mainstream ideals
Change seems too real, cats don't feel the same bling I feel
Drastic neglegence? Or do I just fail to grasp your etiquette?
I expose my backside and reality masked it's head again
Casket beds and sin, lookin' at myself amongst 'aqua ripples'
'Reflect' on the dark figure lookin' back and "toss a nickle"
Distraught and mental, I "got paper"...just lost the pencil...

[PancakeBrah]

lol pendulum severs? im contorting n bulky
u r le faggot, mastering la forcing da multi
el quiero rhymebook, el faggoto?
you are bad potato!

[Harsh]

What about that was forced? U

[Split]

this dude straight?nah harsh is marked as lovin bones
so deep in the wardrobe, woke up in Narnia with sparkle tunnel syndrome




my wp tha best eva, im alexander he's no alexander

[Harsh]

Buy this kid a book, I have no patience for the dumb
You sweet ,
N candy bars can't handle heat, that's why they vacant in the sun
Don't waltz in here, tyring to jump all on ya boy
This fags had more nuts in him than an Almond Joy
Crunch harsh?
fuck rap, hand me the sledge and get a hunched back
This is different to me, I normally spit at bitches via my nutsack....

[Harsh]

Still, I'm wasted...trying to forget the children's faces
Dr. Death, offered less...I'm still trying to 'bill the patients'
Killed, but tasteless...hit with reality I take the blow in strides
Bombin nations, called to face it...murder and peace coincide
It's cold inside, but you come to see the pain religion deals
I know the martyrs, chosen 'barbers' to split your 'wig with filth'.....
the life we choose, fight? we lose, but there's still hope in chance
Shed light to our demise, the nation is runnin' with broken lamps...

[Split]

phone booth truces are useless. red wine, blues refuted,
she wont give it unless we use a carbon neutral kama sutra,
like thats for cats hanging from the drama by an arm of bruises

[Nice]

Its crazy how feelings come and go
First you like em, then you dont
Expressing feelings, pennin' notes
As Senses hang by threads of rope.
The Message lost all chance of hope
And now i can get past and cope.
We do this dance surrounding fate
So now i cant sit back n wait.
man the gaurd & pass the stakes
Im done with ample kiddie games
Leave me be n shut me out
To search the sea's for a different route

[PancakeBrah]

unck unck unck

fuck u fuck u u all suck

im mac demarco, comma, comma,
compacted tonsils, ice cream. im tabla rosa, acting honcho
nice dream -radiohead. yes. crazy. blow. dead.
lololololllllll
fuck that.
duck, quack.

[Split]

facts are fact. s'why i'm intoxicated by only fictions.
pose convictions. hypocri-d-minus if this talk ain't evaded.
places painted. imagination, it's all the same.
not compulsive. implicate clouds for rain
I love your insight. mentholated counting game

[PancakeBrah]

split don't use s'why
it's faggot bullshit for wiggers, that's why

[Split]

lol I wasn't even aware that was legit slang tb100%h

but word once my Fubu and Ecko Utld clothes get out the dryer ima put on my Obey snapback drive to Fargo and murder u with my gat

[PancakeBrah]

i fucks wit it

[Split]

edited for now