THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Urban Dialect]

too much tension on the strings, lines so tight they snap like steel wires cutting you in half, trying to build higher, adding on top of what we already acquired, some of us have already expired, so you never know how much time you have left on the timer, we're all just a bunch of dreamers and rhymers who never achieved what we inspired to be, finding it hard to stay on track and ride to the beat, we maybe wack, but we won't resign to defeat, we'll fight and die, get on the mic and get sliced and diced, go home, get high, and rewrite our rhymes, come back like we packing daddy's gun, the one he was trying to hide, have everyone ducking and running from our line of fire, even the emcees you respect and admire, step in bullshit left on the steps as they're climbing up the stairway of success, if i spit it, all I'm getting is blank stares from the dead, a room full of nobodies, just a sea full of heads, trying to breathe life into them, influencing them with the pen, i believe i have the psychic abilities to move you an inch, and don't underestimate me, cause if your mood swings? i win

[Urban Dialect]

we're underground because we're under rated and overlooked, taken for granted, step on underfoot, never noticed because no one looks below the surface, searching for the underline meaning in our verses, wordsmiths, trying to construct concrete sentences, strong enough to box you in with, trap music, bars drop like prison, it's rough down here in the trenches where your life is in doubt, and the only way out is to put it all on the line, and write it all down, and hope that it rhymes, and they like how it sounds, but in order to do that, you have to poke your head out from the crowd, where it might get sniped by criticism and your attempt at it gets clowned

[Sinacog]

Demonic spawn; the exodus plague comes from my mouth; to devour Salem Witches and their sin
Flames vindictive to their grins; their chained with flames of sinning from the end; they'll pay for wishes and it's sin
Demons and devils say prayers; wish on shooting stars; we teleport witches to the flames of a star; watching them scream
A demon spawn; spawning their breathe; my claws and my teeth; mocking their siege
One touch from a demon; will send a witch to insanity; a bitch in calamity
Vindictive with amnesty; sinister in tragedy; you prostrate to me; call me your majesty
Witches are drawn from the Calvary; yet they lead horses to poison
Demons drink the water; and watch Djinns and Jinx's flourish; now we're rejocing
Jesus Christ was one of the Salem Witches; a false prophet disguised as The Messiah
He was merely a liar; demons deceived him; you'll go to hell if you are misleading
Serene soul; oh serene soul; you capture Jesus Christ in the image of a sinner
For progression we make Pontius Pilate his arch nemesis; for they do not heart Genesis
Jesus Christ; as a child spawned negligence; but could not progress in a Chapel with a song's fellowship
Demons are vastly different; we flourish with symbolism and demonic tongues; we're hellish spawns above
We sing Solomon's song for 20 years; wicked thoughts and morality are cast away; but sin's revered
Do not let false light cloud your judgement; it Is clear; we hung the mind of a wicked seer
Sin is feared; demon water spawns with hell's sword; swipe the faces of witches and wizards
It's a sinister picture; when sin's in the picture' many witches and wizards would drink the elixir
Eat the Apple of Eden climb down Jacob's ladder; never having burning prosper as Mes***h; seas lack
The seven seas have sugar; salts an illusion; if you believe their is salt their is a intrusion
Witches and Wizards share the illusion; birthing Jesus Christ the heir of confusion
I am a demon with rare retribution; my demonic tounge shared a solution
Blared resolution; hell's spawn dared the seclusion
Hail seas closers; don't be drunk off wine be well seiged sober
The devil tail seas closer; as we await Jesus Christ to make hell freeze over

[JustRap]

Y'all must've forgot I'm more dope than the smack
In your spoon, rapping back in the booth slapping some tunes
Adding fire to the fuel gasp in the fumes I'm ill
Clashing with goons but they lacking the skill
These bastards are just trash in the room passion fulfilled
But I take em out like door dashing the deals
Verbal assassin I cash in after bagging the kills

[Scar]

I’m half ass with the grill
Grease = flavor, hashtag master of meal
I don’t wash it all the way, half ass with the grill

[JustRap]

What happened to David Lama?

[Sinacog]

Angels --

BLADES OF GLORY FOR OUR FATHER IN HEAVEN..
Somber is reverand.. songs from the quest djinn
God will always remain supreme..same(SOME) will scream
I will kill the hilt for the bible belts built
I'm cometh oh light -- the second coming of christ
BECKON the light to slay demons
BRAVE HEATHENS can't breathe whenn hell was vortex'ed
SLAVE A CORTEXT than cave the horsemen

DEMONS --

I am the ancient breed; take me leave
I killed zillions of angels till they couldn't breathe
I'm oxygen..i'm killing the stable
I'm killing the brave of the able
I'm nothing and something..I AM the beheading of the king
With the hail of satan and his pitchfork with wick force..

[Urban Dialect]

get torched like a witch burning at the stake, adding fuel to the flame with the pen oil as it drains from the brain onto a blank page, that now lays on display like ancient remains, that's right, bone is back in the booth, imagine the skeleton of a dinosaur breaking the glass, escaping the museum and stomping on you, if it ever happens, then you know who's rapping,

[Mr. J]

Cue the ruse of the next Hugh Jackman.
Abusing the juice to improve what happened
Failure and grief causing a rift in duality.
Bare your teeth & take this trip to reality.
Gotta grip on the upper lip to the upper crust.
It's odd times for the jawline to catch an uppercut.
If you're a cut above I'm the handle that rips.
Perforated edge that left one scrambling in bits
Now I just roll on the rest & sample the chip.
A name that will revolve around the amble & hip.
Go ahead...that gamble, that risk...won't deliver
Dwell in the shortcomings as it's growing bitter.
The boldest winner is always the oldest trickster
Leave it to theatrics to heat their frozen dinner.
Y'all ride that microwave...there's no hope this winter

[JustRap]

You know how to match syllables to fulfill a flow?
Your edges rough as a brillo bro, you soft as a
Pillow blow from a bewildered hoes wimpy hold
I am unkillable, it's so undeniable
I'm unbreakable like David Dunn
I'm Bruce Willis but more maniacal and fun
On a beef diet bro I eat fire, smoke, wire spokes
Dire folks and entire empires bro

[Urban Dialect]

iron spikes making your tires blow like sliding on ice, out of control; stop trying to fight it and go with the flow as you spiral down the commode, like bodily waste being disposed of; that's the only thing that remains after eating you whole, that, and the smell of cheap cologne, that i occasionally burp up. tasted like a fake emcee with no flavor, generic and bland with nothing to savory, sad, cause i feel like you're even a waste of toilet paper.

[sral]

stones in my socks, i got bricks to move like nobodies got
stove got a pot that runneth over and double the opium cost
you enjoy being known in your spot, but that’s a mistake
i serve fiends with a mask on my face - i ain’t catching no case
took it back to the basics, this shit is supply and demand
the lifestyle I have is wrong but that money right in my hand

[sral]

Originally Posted by Urban Dialect

iron spikes making your tires blow like sliding on ice, out of control; stop trying to fight it and go with the flow as you spiral down the commode, like bodily waste being disposed of; that's the only thing that remains after eating you whole, that, and the smell of cheap cologne, that i occasionally burp up. tasted like a fake emcee with no flavor, generic and bland with nothing to savory, sad, cause i feel like you're even a waste of toilet paper.

every rhymes a joy to savour, you’re good but boy im greater
habitual poison taster, work under pressure like a boiler maker
I’m boys with Taylor, you soft as the toilet paper I’m soiling later
manic noise creator, smoking on dead vapes til my voice is vapour
to coin a phrase I’ll say fuck beef, it’s sirloins I savour
employing strangers to form tin hat conspiracies and foil your capers

ill destroy you later

[sral]

Originally Posted by JustRap

What happened to David Lama?

Prolly trapped in the daily drama of having a baby momma
not sat in his basement pondering text battle days of yonder.
Alaska by way of Yonkers, my man came to lay his marker,
Be thankful you made the roster; The passion displayed was bonkers.
Would that have just wained and faltered had he of stayed for longer?
He made it, I came and conquered, this my thank you to David Lama.

[sral]

you inoffensive, bet i can make you mad just finger flexing
bitch i piss off pentecostal goers quick as i can spit a sentence
bring that menace to your door, you ain’t never been as raw
it’s embedded in my core, met the devil at the drawbridge
had him trembling before me from the hell that’s in my thoughts
burning like the embers of the torch he should have passed…
caught it in my grasp as I forced it from his hands
now I’m forging me a path beyond the ordinary man
you’re too caught up in the past to ever recognise your present
too blind to recognise the light that beckons in your dying seconds
just might be heaven, a singularity event
where the blackhole that your kept ins made of matter that’s so dense
it can challenge your perception, taking gradual effect
on your mass in the spaghettification that unravels in your head
time travel isn’t everybody’s cup of tea, but British dudes love it
to fix a true cuppa, mines a builders with milk and two sugars

quick 16

[sral]

fuck if you heard, im the greatest here still putting in work
need someone to verse me just not anyone that doesn’t deserve it
put it in cursive. lost count of the numbers I’ve murdered
still good for a couple of tourneys while the hunger resurfaces
you flirting with death every time my name leave your mouth
these days it’s about posterity over me aiming for clout
don’t play with me now. really, it’s indisputable fact
ran through the whole gamut of competition just to prove I’m the champ
yet losers still act like it’s cuz of my name and im known
forgetting i made this my own and Lars just an alias though
maybe it don’t matter, no rapper close to my stats
what’s the opening act to the star of the show closing it after
holding the rapturous applause in his heart as the audience starts
making the national tour they embarked on seem a walk in the park
all of the hardship vindicated in a moment
maintaining his composure as he waits to see it’s over

[Mr. J]

Yo, leave it to the laser eye targeting.
D-Day y'all through the pace I marketed.
Take my armaments, beg my pardon biiiiitch
Y'all rose high til I play with my garden kit.
I play my kit kat part in this, kick that pharmacist.
Who else gon take pills when he flu shots
Tripping off that DayQuil, runts and two shots.
Yeah I'm great, I roll my blunts out of tube socks
Ready to kick the literal shit out of your juice box.
Then snatch up your lunch money.
You want that punch? Duck? Or the Bugs Bunny.
Fingers to the barrell if you a thug buddy...
I'll either experience blowback...
Or I'll leave your thumb bloody.

[sral]

I pay my fuck buddies a subsidy in blood money
im a tough cookie, never had no lunch money took from me
you just pussy, bout as unfunny as Bugs Bunny,
butt ugly like Doug Funnie. Unlucky, but sup sonny?

[sral]

cleared the cypher, hear ‘em hyperventilate when I’m centerstage
my pen amazing, legend status even amidst heavyweights
check the greatest of all time lists, made ‘em look small time since
i came to perform my shit. straight up they’re all timeless
a favourite amongst rhymers cuz I make this look easy
my cadence is greasy, so slick ain’t no way you can beat me
many tried, plenty died. couple made it look close
taking some votes but I’ve shutout more than you’re able to post
ain’t even boasting, it’s nothing but heat I put in a key
the standard always good as can be. motherfucker it’s ME
one of the leagues best, any era. and I’m in glorious form
heads talking the talk here forgetting that I walked through them all
like they weren’t there. your first gear prolly my third
spend all week dropping a verse just for me to pop up and merk you
if you not in my circle, you a loser to me
truth is i been doing this shit long enough to write like you in my sleep

[Urban Dialect]

my lines are made of bungy, even if i tried to get on your level, I'd just get snatch back into sky, because I'm that fly landing on your food, and you have no clue how much bullshit I've been through.