THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Pursuer of the lost the epiphany of speech
the thoughts that riddle the weak
please be aware Ill make this dismal & sweet
turn your work to fictitious debris
left for those with 6th senses to see
someone would get the message at least
Youd wanna die all over again if you read this sheet..
but we humor the odds, no matter the tumor of thought
the rumors is brought because maybe your usage could awe
could you dupe us or not? Confuse us or nah?
leave it computers & God, the vision Julius saw...
that's how I'll leave ya just as neutered as a dog
so where your sitting in the booster so small
what the Jimmy Snuka it all put that on Jupiters balls
this is trip...Bermuda? Au Revoir

[Wickid]

My real name my rap shit, so you know it ain't no fuckin gimmick. I got these rappers shook boyyy you can see that they timid. When they told me I couldn't, I believed I could I'm like the little engine. With so much fuckin horse power you'd think I had a Hemi in it. I'm henny sippin while you penny pinchin, you broke boys aint doin bidness, all you rappers washed up. Sonic boys how we balled up, you'll see the metal before you see my rings. You know how much these cost bruh? im flossin huh but I don't flex alot, fuck with me and I'll wreck ya block. Notice how I only mention myself, cause I'm the only motherfucker i got. nobody ever had my back, nobody ever gave me shit. they say white boys cant rap, then i showed em how i spit, they say "oh my god my bad, you really are legit". now they want me to get on the radio so i can fuck around and make a hit! but i say fuck all that, radio can kiss my ass, mainstream aint ment for me so imma keep this backpack and thats that. with a loud sack tucked right up in under that. im servin feigns duckin felonies, got your girlfriend on her knees she say "blessme please" so i obliged you know im down to ride for a homicide about pounds n pies. imma die about like Kevin Gates i hope you go to hell just for heavans sake.

[Mr. J]

Performance of prose causing disorders in hope
the order they've known becomes more of a joke
riding the border, behold..freedom shouldered & broke
I guess that's a camel back performing the vandaled act
the wick, the candle, Jack Daniels and an exampled crash
Pagoda..where my sandals at? Competition aftermath
square roots dont dare shoot they are too scared to
unless they share cubes and rare use of power is there too

[Wickid]

..there too as i struggle in the damn booth im jagged tooth
with a beer gut bigger den you
how it do, mr rockafella sellin rockdafellas
you want me to stop it, neva ive gotten cleva
a forgotten treasure no man or god can measure

[Wickid]

the reason i rap with a purpose is to put you faggots in hearses
yall so tragic an worthless its a fact you deserve this
ill leave you gasping and cursing when i come back spit a verse
then attack you in person, but are you actually worth it?
the pastors disturbed when the masses attack as i disperse em so urgent
going in every direction like infections you been neglected i been a threat when
a simple misconnection could leave you bloody and battered with ya brethren
i take a breath n proceed with weapons into the intersection to enter sections
of your house to leave a mess then i second guess the questions thats present
so get to steppin

[dead man]

hey black wolf big bad black dog wolf
woof woof woof woof woof woof woof

[Mr. J]

Coo coo ***hoo look at you
do what I do when its due
fluent as the flu universally skewed
point of view from the view
you wanna be star lord but more star jones
Play it how you play your cards yo

[Wickid]

i been peddalin medicine better than veterans, you think im heavan sent
i got way more than excederine check out the evidence ever since
i was a chid, ive been so wild, when you take a inch i took a miled
sedative so i dont wreck this shit, leave your head spinnin like the exorcist
of emily rose, im killing my foes, he got a gun they say is he gon do it
but id rather kill you on a track like tony stewart

[Mr. J]

Every since I was a chid I made skids
marks that prove that I lived
richie rich Ritchie valens itchy trig
Diggy dig simmons and a wig...
sup kid

[Wickid]

i hear oppurtunity knockin, ill snatch your soul outcha pocket
persistent evil people with needles thats filled with toxins
no i cant stop it, vital organs take the final form & drop sick
metamorpheous intercourse with a bunch of whores n a jewlary store
bitches? got 2 to 4 in a honda accord bumpin pastor troy
pastor prays to pass the plate, ill pass away with fighting gaze
never know the time of day, but who cares, im well aware of the unaware
biggest struggle is picking out underwear its nothing fair
you grasp for me its blasphemy, youll catch nothing but air

..

[Wise Wiggles]

I'm dusting the lair, huffin the snare
Up for grabs, who wants their cut of the share?
Time to enlarge the view, sick of particle fever
Flow like wet death, that nautical ether
It's just impossible. Leader. The maze is bland
Today's a sham. You're every way and strand
No more gambling, rushing the roulette with a hammer squeeze
Gotta put the juice back in the tangerine
Written flow's visual is huge, that which a camera brings
Your face book's a great look, oOoo, faggot ass glamour fiends
You'll see where that half gallon leads,
I'm just amused that I'm still cancer free
This putrid, loosely built balance dream
Everyone chases. It's heavy, like a crashing wave
Never can catch a break. Heaven's one laugh away
Thought I was impressive at masking pain,
But I'm a mess, I just agitate, take deep breaths where the agate's lay
I guess I always try to lessen the casket's weight
But there's nothing in it, just a vessel, stretched among cascades
Every one wants a legend of accolades
To measure your lavish ways. Your desperate, this tragic lake
Of regret drenched of the passed away's.
Like who am I? Eternally in debt in this masquerade

[Wise Wiggles]

Double post

[CopyPat]

WISE HAS BEEN RAPING LATELY. IT'S KINDOF INSANE AND CRAZY. IT'S LIKE YOUR'E CLIMBING MY BRAIN TO MAKE ME RHYME IN WAY THATS WAVY. OOPS! just noticed caps lock. i'm tough more than Matlock. i fucked over laptops by looking at porn. cause i'm hung like stalagmites... plus even more. trust me a 4 is like flaccid at best, times it by two when i'm standing erect. leave you standing corrected, ur standing's pathetic. check the standings, i'm betting you can't stand what your best is.. it's like you passed on the sickness like you're handing asbestos. damn i'm the freshest, call me vegetable garden. leave rappers dumb until their mental's retarded.

lmao

[Wickid]

giving your roomate the flu, im just too sick people
with a flow that gets leathal
looking through my third eye, i see you through the peephole
reading my lines is like reading brail, its something to be felt
so understand this..
if i have to put you in the grave, its only because you dug it yaself.
this black vs white, you thinking this justice for mike brown
jumpin up n down, screaming "oh joy"
but im white, so its ironic how i Cop a Gun to kill this black boy
you thinkin you the man huh, well mothafucka so am i
& i promise you on this soul of mine
that i, think outta this world i got a solor mind
so you can get these hands, wraped around ya neck
or catch a knot in ya throat once i connect with this bow-tie
i grew up watchin smack, my style and delivary can speak for it
i know all about uppin the pistole to let it go...
shiiit Surf n Chess taught me how to reach for it
white boy killin shit.. no columbine
but with this palm of mine ill sodomize ya daughters mind

[Mr. J]

Sounds like these 2 writers above popped a vein
thought I'd say 'Hey!..Shut up!' but it's not the same
so i figured I'd write a rhyme while they rot away
waiting to hear the answer & what the doctors say
like..'Sorry son you got AIDS' literally you got played
fetal position & fat joe..I told em to just rock away
forced to lean back, I seen that, get a common break
a kit kat, 4 bars to roll over & dream about..
while I finish another verse to scheme 'round

[Wickid]

my words leave you twistin 'n hurtin
when i shoot, i aim to get a head like an ambitious person
you aint get the verdict, go back to remix my words then
im prophetin consequence for the conitive audience
respect my conglomerate, i have no confidence in populace
ya give give neck until she vomit. shit.

[Mr. J]

Come swing swords with God, I'm what you place your performance on
some sort of awe caused by the swing from my force & arm..
of course I'm odd, I'm a father, explains why I'm harsh on kids
see me write a rhyme, drop a piece, I feel like I'm Marshawn Lynch
'You know why I'm here'

[Wickid]

lift a spear, chuck it at these frickin' queers
grip a beer, chug ti'll my problems dissapear
shit is near, coming to an triumpant end
the trumpet men, play songs of death while bloodshed begins
im done. dead. torn at the hinge. you win

[dead man]

Crack a bottle
Let your body wobble
Don't act like a snobby model
We just hit the lotto!!!!

[Wise Wiggles]

you got a smelly shirt on, gross
Yo I gotta make nelly fertado belly sperm pronto
This machete bravado, spit like zombies in the trash can
Water worms, I'll send you a copy of the tap dance
Bitches be trippin', yellin cock me like a black man
Anomaly prodigy last chance
It's too heavy in human form, I see yetis and unicorns
We're all messy, peculiar dwarfs
Aug rotton omelette haunted off bong hits
I'm not conscious of these long drifts
I black out, Norman. Hack out organs
You can kind of tell when there's a black cloud formin'
Woo, this is good liquor! Put strippers in wood chippers
Heard of Dark Man? I look iller,
like Jason and some sorta soot mixture
I'm only here to help stimulate
Light that soul up, & self immolate
Who has an awesomer pencil?
Still at a loss for words central
It's either coffin's or kennels
You see the problem's we're mental
All possessions are nothing infinite
Being possessed is a loving sindicate
Progess is crushing the limitless
I wanna Molotov the store front
Just fucking gone like George Yung
All this done outta boredom
I'm a different species, clownin' you rookies
I ripped my penis pounding her pussy
Life is fucked, stuck with this grieving struggle
Double helix crumbled, one hell of a man
I'm a dumb shell of a strand. Nothing compared
Not even dusting my cares. Rusty impared
Can't breathe. Always think I'm touching the air
Got a hurting heart, shattered smithereens
So when's the purging start? Wanna hatchet her misery
Detach her from wicked me. I'm plastered in make believe
Ain't here at all, the master of vacancy