THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Artifice]

as words escape, evading strokes of the key
i thought that my thoughts would be more open to me
a wrong turn in the lock & i've broken the key
ironically the curse will live on & my ghost won't be free
out of time, i find i only grow with the weeds
returned the present... its future ain't what I hoped it'd be
in my own time I learned to know misery
for writer's block's the only kind of thought that's spoken to me

[Exis]

Ayo,

Longin' for acceptance,
Belongin' - Never felt it
Voices tell me what I'm wantin' is really not to be expected
I don't ask for much & when I do, I'm told I should forget it

"Doc...I'm over the rejections,
The emotions, & my mental state's a loco bloody mess man!
I had a seizure at the mall, my son was there all stressed as fuck
He seen the way I fall, it's like my equilibrium just up & left for lunch"

"Sorry Jeff, don't mean to cut you off
But speakin' of a bite to eat
That time's for me & our session's done"

See this is the reason I never keep appointments
Every second's just a freak who's coins
Keep these bitch ass shrinks employed
I'm sick of needin' sumthin' boy, just to numb the pain
Meds made me trip, the green ain't do shit
Tried drownin' my sorrows, now I'm sick from rum today

[Split Eight]

i'd redact it all. it's hard to resist
painting it black with a chisel tip.
slashed into little bits,
sheet after sheet discarded in bins,
future me's archaeological dig.
buried so deep in memory's ephemera,
it'd escape the attention of
any unsavory questioners.
i'm plainly defensive.
i've learned the consequence
of rejecting your past.
you forget you forgot, and...
that's that.

[Exis]

Ayo,

The clouds come over your rover
Hopin' you'll choke by the roper
Fuck a dojo, you shouldn't temper mojo
Strapped a quatro clapper under the bandana
Huntin' deers, I've even hunted Mister Santa
Surrender like them weaklings on cancer
I'm the commandin' precense
Thru out the murder process
Make you suffer losses, a hazard
Tactics with bazookas do matter
Shatter your next man up, batter man batter
Toss up your liquids like salad,
No holograms but real battin' practice
Ripped with a diamond, I command Simon
Interfere streets like police sirens
Set on fire like nylons, not lyin'
Slide like Bison, hustlin' from Cali to Thailand
This your last lap on the track,
The last clown act before you on your back
I'll kill with my hood on, licensed to kill coupons
Son get your troops on, we'll discover a Treu Don.

[Pharaohs Army]

So write 100 lines. Or 500. None of them memorable or substantive. Paint me a picture. Use metaphor and other literary concepts. Iambic pentameter? Rhyme internally. Speak upon the details of the silencer on your "gat", or your "stick". Tell me how you raw-dogged my bitch. Employ corny wordplay. Make pop culture references that I might have to google. Write a good piece and then do it again and again in the same fucking style. Thanks for playing.

[Adverse]

Yo it's the god of war, Ferrari floorin'
Destroying bitches careers like a Holly Holm kick
The most known unknown prospect since Wale Folarin
Withstood the test of time standing alone in a crumbling fortress
If i rapped about bitches, money and drugs, would it define me?
Would "one dimensional" be printed across my ID?
Nah i can't rap about bitches money and drugs that ain't inside of me
I rap about twisted, demented thoughts and hyper anxiety!
Whooooo...Mr. low Self Esteem, my Offspring gonna hate it
When he ends up stuck with the same traits that made me cave in
Listening to The Wonder Years wishing i was talented as Soupy
But if i tried to sing I'd get the whole crowd chuckling like Snoopy
Soooo...i'll refrain, restrain to scratch the itch
Throwing fists is hella backwards to the brain of a pacifist

[UnbornBuddha]

Telling you I love you as a compulsive liar
Sweet words lighting your groin on fire.
The moment prior to my arrival,
Your heart beat but your pulse was idle
With barely enough force to hide it.
I'm bat crazy, a by-product of my distorted diet
Though you chose to reproduce with a foreign virus
Spiraling out of control like an impulsive child.
Would of swayed me if it wasn't for that repulsive smile.
I'm the plastic surgeon altering your aesthetics of life.
An architect with an eye for impressive design,
Off-label sociopath as I'm the sensitive kind.
I told you since the beginning not to trust me,
Now the game in the 9th inning and its ugly.
But here we are, living a karmic event
Tachycardic ascent
every time I get a whiff of your heartless scent.
I've managed to make a mess of things,
But everytime I try to fix them, infection begins.
I'm a balance of intoxicated neurons
A cancerous process made of nuance
Writing in my death note a complicated message,
To finally asphyxiate you with dominating presence.

[Pharaohs Army]

Originally Posted by UnbornBuddha

Telling you I love you as a compulsive liar
Sweet words lighting your groin on fire.
The moment prior to my arrival,
Your heart beat but your pulse was idle
With barely enough force to hide it.
I'm bat crazy, a by-product of my distorted diet
Though you chose to reproduce with a foreign virus
Spiraling out of control like an impulsive child.
Would of swayed me if it wasn't for that repulsive smile.
I'm the plastic surgeon altering your aesthetics of life.
An architect with an eye for impressive design,
Off-label sociopath as I'm the sensitive kind.
I told you since the beginning not to trust me,
Now the game in the 9th inning and its ugly.
But here we are, living a karmic event
Tachycardic ascent
every time I get a whiff of your heartless scent.
I've managed to make a mess of things,
But everytime I try to fix them, infection begins.
I'm a balance of intoxicated neurons
A cancerous process made of nuance
Writing in my death note a complicated message,
To finally asphyxiate you with dominating presence.

Construct for me a carbon copy
Be sure to keep the lines short & choppy
As I writhe from demon spells with a contorted body
Lie to me more, as I would hate if you were too solemn
Tell me more about your woman problems
In return I'll give you a snippet of my newspaper columns
I heard you represent the shaken & fallen
Pills, weed, & shrooms-- I'll be taking all of 'em
So you ask, what my true mission be?
Observing serendipity; everything your vision sees
Then ask me about the meaning of my apparently random thoughts
Use your credit card for these inherently plastic costs
I've just taken another sporadic loss
I'm not sure if I prefer the red or white sauce
Not one to floss-- I keep my accomplishments secret
Boredom during the week, then astonishment on weekends

[Johnny 6 feet]

Opening 6 feet's tomb gets your curiosity deepened
Search for artefacts among the traps 'Hey! That's a sweet pen!'
Those attempting to wield it screech to a false start
One line, their faces melt like 'Raiders of the Lost Ark'
Expeditions to find my vision, lounging in pyramids
Waiting for the apocalypse, so i can kill this shit
Grip the world with rotten lips, rally cries of Semper Fi
Burning hearts will always spark, what is dead may never die

[brokenhal0]

The gold behind a full moon, manipulates the flame
demolished billfold slamming saint,feeling faint,it's a trend not a way
ten thousand acre maze, paper champs this a way with words
play my urge, enabled blade with the fatal curve

[UnbornBuddha]

Originally Posted by Pharaohs Army

Construct for me a carbon copy
Be sure to keep the lines short & choppy
As I writhe from demon spells with a contorted body
Lie to me more, as I would hate if you were too solemn
Tell me more about your woman problems
In return I'll give you a snippet of my newspaper columns
I heard you represent the shaken & fallen
Pills, weed, & shrooms-- I'll be taking all of 'em
So you ask, what my true mission be?
Observing serendipity; everything your vision sees
Then ask me about the meaning of my apparently random thoughts
Use your credit card for these inherently plastic costs
I've just taken another sporadic loss
I'm not sure if I prefer the red or white sauce
Not one to floss-- I keep my accomplishments secret
Boredom during the week, then astonishment on weekends

Such delightful manic ravings
Chilling psychopathic phrasing.
it follows such a classic model
Of cliches and imagined sorrows,
Emptier soul than a plastic bottle.
Opening asylum so madness follows
Our life as the overarching shadow.
Even the deep end started shallow.
Preach to neophytes art is gospel,
Paint a picture crucifying Aristole.
Leave the past to charm tomorrow.
I saw her in the heart of brothels.
She lid a cigar that scarred my tonsils.
Drank Chiliean wine, experience time
And then into the oblivion blind.

[Pharaohs Army]

Originally Posted by UnbornBuddha

Such delightful manic ravings
Chilling psychopathic phrasing.
it follows such a classic model
Of cliches and imagined sorrows,
Emptier soul than a plastic bottle.
Opening asylum so madness follows
Our life as the overarching shadow.
Even the deep end started shallow.
Preach to neophytes art is gospel,
Paint a picture crucifying Aristole.
Leave the past to charm tomorrow.
I saw her in the heart of brothels.
She lid a cigar that scarred my tonsils.
Drank Chiliean wine, experience time
And then into the oblivion blind.

I can tell where you are it's raining.
Don't speak of a soul until you've seen my training.
I do your bidding. Here, an Aristotle painting.
My time I fear is waning. Nothing advancing; nothing gaining.
My sloth: I fear there's nothing to stop it.
I can't even think of a verse for my next picture topic.
At least with You I'm being honest.
Netcees has missed your sonnets.
A snake-oil salesman told me to empty all my pockets.
I obliged, and also asked him if he wanted the shirt off my back.
He said yes, took off his hat, and then insulted me.
He lacked tact.
Just about everything I've written is whack.
This is because I only write about things I lack.
I'm a poor man too. I'll never see a money stack.
I have a hard time because I only work part time.
I guess I could go work in the salt mine.
At least with my enemies I draw a hard line.
I should put this as a piece because it flows fine.

[UnbornBuddha]

Originally Posted by Pharaohs Army

I can tell where you are it's raining.
Don't speak of a soul until you've seen my training.
I do your bidding. Here, an Aristotle painting.
My time I fear is waning. Nothing advancing; nothing gaining.
My sloth: I fear there's nothing to stop it.
I can't even think of a verse for my next picture topic.
At least with You I'm being honest.
Netcees has missed your sonnets.
A snake-oil salesman told me to empty all my pockets.
I obliged, and also asked him if he wanted the shirt off my back.
He said yes, took off his hat, and then insulted me.
He lacked tact.
Just about everything I've written is whack.
This is because I only write about things I lack.
I'm a poor man too. I'll never see a money stack.
I have a hard time because I only work part time.
I guess I could go work in the salt mine.
At least with my enemies I draw a hard line.
I should put this as a piece because it flows fine.

Gaze before you turn to ash.
A haunting cursed laugh
Bellowing as thunder claps.
Winter in a summer dance.
Sun and moon contrast,
Roses blooming black.
The all-father is back,
No buffoon will last.
Wounds amass
As vacuous gas
We’re soon to gasp.
The vacuum is vast
Yet neurosis eats us;
A claustrophobic fetus
Panics in the womb.
Flashes of planetary doom.
We’re all in imaginary moods
Turning pages of solipsist fables;
Fantasies with solid liquid labels.
Flux of amnesia and dementia, yet
Superior to creatures with dyslexia.
Memories are the first to pass
Forget how to mourn the past,
Who I made love to first detaches.
Fuck off was her last words before passing.
The curse of falling for whores and manics.
Having orgies with sheep in wolf’s clothing.
Climaxing just when it looked hopeless.
Alcohol makes everyone a smooth poet.
Puzzle piece together amor from fragments.
Exquisite experience nothing more than facets.
Undulate as we explore tantra’s pattern.
Desecrating the sacred,
Spitting on your corpse and laughing.
I can feel your aura blacken.

[Exis]

What an awkward bastard, went from awesome as to a luke warm ass,
In a second flat
Blunt trauma asks can he make a entrance
Well if shit can break ya dentures
Your made to enter
Come on & step up in this hot spot of an epicenter
Throw some infection around, lock every sceptical down
Straight jacket every muther fucker 'til they learn how to social distance themselves...

[Certain]

It's a matter of physical health:
The man in the mask
hiding intentions, within the line at reception
standing in last, handling flasks
while time is suspended.
Nervous, surprised at the test kit,
a fly needle supplying the red drip
and nasal swab to scrape your snot,
then another wait in line for the exit.

[Pharaohs Army]

Originally Posted by UnbornBuddha

Gaze before you turn to ash.
A haunting cursed laugh
Bellowing as thunder claps.
Winter in a summer dance.
Sun and moon contrast,
Roses blooming black.
The all-father is back,
No buffoon will last.
Wounds amass
As vacuous gas
We’re soon to gasp.
The vacuum is vast
Yet neurosis eats us;
A claustrophobic fetus
Panics in the womb.
Flashes of planetary doom.
We’re all in imaginary moods
Turning pages of solipsist fables;
Fantasies with solid liquid labels.
Flux of amnesia and dementia, yet
Superior to creatures with dyslexia.
Memories are the first to pass
Forget how to mourn the past,
Who I made love to first detaches.
Fuck off was her last words before passing.
The curse of falling for whores and manics.
Having orgies with sheep in wolf’s clothing.
Climaxing just when it looked hopeless.
Alcohol makes everyone a smooth poet.
Puzzle piece together amor from fragments.
Exquisite experience nothing more than facets.
Undulate as we explore tantra’s pattern.
Desecrating the sacred,
Spitting on your corpse and laughing.
I can feel your aura blacken.

That's a harsh ending
My defenses are prickled as though you were an arch enemy
5 of 6 of my Russian Roulette bullets I will start emptying
I have some concerns about your verse, but I'm not questioning
I've taken photos of your death poses
I've clipped the thorns from your black roses
Give me a "sweet something" in verse form
that doesn't involve sheep fucking!
My apologies, as I'm highly literal
It's just my nightly ritual
Diagnose your frightening physical
Eminem said "careful what you wish for"
I say our music fades in discord
Caving to the demands, of This horde
Tell me what you wrote your list for
I wish to observe your God complex
You can compare it to my "for old time's sake" nonsense
I need more exercise before early health problem onsets
One day I'll tie together your words
Just as one day I will provide you, with a medical verse

[Exis]

I'm better with words, you're what a herb is mate
Get of the curb talk 'fore you literally kiss the pavement
I'll kick your face in, walk over the bridge of your nose
Rip thru every inch of your dome
In an instant, basic
Your base is basically bashable on a daily basis
You's a epic fail, I break shit without YouTube hits
You're who? Who's this?
Fuck the commentary bitch
The comedy trollin' & how you hop on everybodies dick
Just give a thumbs up or two down & move onwards with it
& I don't bite dog, just fuck 'em remember?
From January 'til the month of December
I've no beef with Hush son, if he remains silent
Should use that poxy alias more & fuckin' stay quiet.

[brokenhal0]

Born conception immortal resurrection
lord of reflection I cured the infection
accidents happen at the intersection
destine for love sent from above step in the dust
respect or get touched accomplished nothing
for the famine is flood the salmon has swum
on a mountain of slugs your mouth is the guts
even if you get it or not you bound to get it in blood
exorcist sus the heckler spun protection is must
fall into temptation but the devil is us believe me or not
no seeds in the pot its steaming its hot its demons its rot
graffiti and rock feed em the botch the season for shocks
they fiending even the thots...

[Artifice]

I sit starin' at a blank page, preparin' to paint rage
spaced & arranged for clever turns of quaint phrase
flames flay, skin burns disperse in strange ways
the joint finishes knowin' the listener's brain's blazed
scattered patterns of thought are captured & caught
straight to the pad they get brought to establish a plot
doesn't matter if you happen to be savage or not
don't speak on the key to success unless you have it on lock
wrestle w/ thoughts to blow off steam... pots & kettles
meditate 'til i'm full of patience like a doctor's schedule

[Adverse]

Always in a predicament where i have to pick up shards
Liquor shots and porn stars only ones who never broke my heart
Out my fucking noodle, boiling like a pack of stroganoff
Let's start a fucking riot I'm in the front row fucking choking cops
Paint the sidewalk with chalk, and POP POP red colored polka dots
It ain't my rotator cuff, man when that thing on my shoulder pop
Red River rum man i make them floors wet...
Straight up lyrical killer more abstract than Alanis Morisette