THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

With a lack of commitment the world has changed
the abuse to the planet has left her enraged.
miscalculated conduct that erased all we have made
now its a cesspool of which way we have strayed.
who can correct this route, who will take us away?
the advantageous have taken society for granted.
now the world has been confused about the moon landings
they raised their pickets as they continuously chanted
for truth...a route that has been forgotten on Campus.
their future has sunken to the depths of Atlantis....
thats just a juxtaposition that tells me fuck positions.
tiers & classes, the unseen has smeared the glasses.
blinded those who follow willingly, adherent molasses...
now Im sipping on champagne...cheering glasses....

[Vulgar]

Low flying. Radar initiatives.
Foes dying. Safe from the Kalashnikovs.
H-Bomb residuals. I, row, botched, without being related to Asimov
Didn't take part in the Baatan March but that's just the way that we passed it off
Now we're safe in the palace marsh, catcalling in a Southern drawl
bad draw, you'll get your salad tossed
Jaw half-cocked, let's let the mallets off
Outlaws, who left with an unsalvageable pause

[Mr. J]

3 minutes & 14 seconds, the game continues to progress.
after the time is up what are the directions in our next step.
gimme a moment to write down the following events.
I stare down at the keys stepping over land mines that I press.
look out below...got a pattern to lather in yall subtext.
what up next, got the pillow the remote, the chitchatter in..
Im in all manner of relaxing in a matter of moments, 1 minute...
the seconds keep popping up & I cant get out of it..
what rhymes with minute when Im in it like pounding chicks.
counting bricks like Sesame street out this bitch.
what you know bout this shit that Im bouncing with.
got a buttery layout with a couple shells to lay you out.
gotta use caution when I stroll over to take you out...
Im laying out shells quicker than kernals when I spray a round.
thats that pop secret...gonna chill now....J is out...

[Vulgar]

fashionable umbrellas around the town
show a certain aesthetic for repelling rainwater
just as her winter retro shirt and pants combo
keeps the whetstone men from making contact
with her red marble steps

Whether on a crowded city boardwalk by the beach
where the feedback between the shore and the water
rebounds and creates what we call 'people ambience'
those umbrellas become the dominant fashion statement
once clouds relieve themselves
snatch a roll of toiler paper and call it designer
Designer: a wholesome term for a material recycler who can fashion an item from nature and make it appear almost fictional and new

and the colors they wear may give some clue
about their political bent, personality type, or washed out texture
We live in a Tashkent clothing factory crafting things people buy and wear
because they value what their body inherently hugs against and nods
they portraiture press paradise onto shirts
that used to be tye-dye but now I guess we're into equal tones
and so a gray wife beater seems 'appropriate for the occasion'
As sweatshops cascade down my LL Bean-manufactured umbrella
that's so unbreakable I couldn't even tell it let some watershed moments in

[Mr. J]

Take my jacket off, as honeys chill & try to jacket off.
better tear your tiers, shelves & other brackets off...
Now that the mack is moi, its easy for me to slap a broad.
show you where the hammers are, where your patterns off.
the buckets you slamming on, got all of us laughing dawg.
what you picture here is a gift, give thanks to Santa Claus.
when it come to Easter I scatter them where their favorite rappers are.
all manner of odd, check where I go when the pants are off.
got ya spouse over that round table cause you know I lance a lot.
so if she glance or not she know the drill...
fucking round with me...you know the drill.
you see that thing there? how that gonna feel?
pull the ride on out, bout to joust with my sunglasses on..
better get cover like a blankets on or...take a walk.
got that metal to their grill look like they got braces on...
Im burning daylight with a grin that the masses want..
kick a tantrum, blitz & pants them, get the message...pass it on..
hit the exit quicker than someone could put the their jacket on.
move like a villain but ride like a Sicilian when I pass the cops.
find me where the yappers yawn in the packed restaurants..
pardon me its crowdy & my memory gets a little cloudy...
the crowd starts getting rowdy & their innies become outies.
& the ladies that surround me grab the mic & whisper about jeeps
about creeps who knew about sheeps near some towns beach.
now look where you have found me with the requited bounty.
more than the temperature allowed me at least I found these..
dumb broads who where the yearly fashion & dine these yearly rations.
these slim cuts & these weirdly crafted...appearance battered...
cant...stand....sight....has the room eerily drafted?

[brokenhal0]

autistic god my thoughts fragmented from an existence barred
in the land of nod i brought self awareness to a misting fog
astral crosswords language of the crows alcoholic suburbs
man thinks cause he knows lower half animal toes
upper half a mechanical spokes symbolic satanical oath
a body found on malibu coast you part of the pattern to
cocaine catalyst titanic to my tugboat a hair bands overdose
linda blair when she tight cast babylonian ghost
don't be scared of shadows it's just a dusty overcoat
if you write enough you can predict how i feel on monday
jim carrey took his mask off and rested on sunday speak light
into words qlippothic demons hand me resumes before they purge
submerged in the trapezoid i tell a cop suck my dick and i burp...

[Mr. J]

Ive written better shit while riding my high out
got suckers swatting at the sky til the tides down.
whenever Im round the chitter chatter is obtuse
aint no one around to withstand this lyrical abuse.
check page after page, after page, I do this for fun.
suckers tryna make it to the moon, I do this for sun.
block out your little star shine.
compete hard? what? is yall blind?
the competition is riddled in these half thoughts.
if you paid attention then ya Skittles should back off.
taste this rainbow & describe it all poetically.
look from my perspective, now you see what pathetic be.
all these dreamers who keep searching for merit.
but cant stand bar for bar with the one whose an embarrassment.
you aint getting the liquor in the cracks, so stop.
Ill down that bottle quicker than you can ask....



for a drop

[brokenhal0]

shadows looking hazy now
laugh at the world you cant phase me now
inner guy took a walk stumbling to my steps elevators taking off
smelling like a spirit bomb fanboys are star struck
autograph my forehead now im labeled for the visit floor
check in the check out phantoms at the liquor store
hate me cause your basic my liver looks like cat food
beer bongs and bathrooms i wouldn't say it's bad news
i know the secret its nothing but a fickle thought
thank god the coors pours 24 hours i got like 4 stores
chianti and fava beans sleeping in the bushes
like crabs in a pygmys crotch fun turns to mediocre
hate for the routine stop pour me some jameson
if she only knew i switched the scotch
then we can speak the unspoken i rather listen to haddaway
elmer fudd asked if i seen that silly rabbit, and i said he went thata way.....

[Mr. J]

Pitty Pat & play with these dizzy raps all day.
If he mad y'all say "That boy got a reason!" Y'all gay.
Enamored by friendship, bunch of sea men & wet lips.
Bunch of pretense for me to stroll over & end it...
Competitive beast shit, with some hilarity squeezed in.
Jesus has never seen this type of boring aesthetic.
It's more than pathetic, an orphan with a head trip.
Going batty over a drunken text, and amounting to nothing less.
Watch em become depressed over what doesn't connect.
Get shot down & become the left overs buzzards collect.
I could spritz a crew & drown them with what they get into.
I can lay back, relax, and bet they think it's something serious.
It's nothing, here he is...the amount of it all becomes mysterious.
They trade off, claim y'all supported whenever they became odd.
They say "Nah" like children...who too frail to speak.
Either that or they just ain't able to....geek.
I could horse around & they still don't look stable to me

[brokenhal0]

magic mirrors pick a part to pick the part of
snakes in the arthouse they out to get a mind cloud
robotic societys suggestive implants solar id's
define these entitys i like my veggies blanched
give the unstable a proper stance balanced on a scale
where the spectrum is invisible to a crowded flagship
baby im extra neat for my newness dendera machu pichu
my alignment is cosmic memorys back to a time peacefull
they want your attention to design evils
heres my tag name barbarian body slam
steroid body built from natural agave plants
be true to yourself and dont let oppostion become opposing
never curb your enthusiasm for brokenhalos dozing
blind faith in the void of never knowing owning up to principles
composed of elements of lesser growing ill give you life and take it
i seen you as star light embryonic naked ancient placemat
trash on the floor boards ashes in the alter catch me makin ya girl
feel some type of way her pussy wetter then a saucer
ufo shit out this world science you can live threw me like a organic
appliance compliments for the dead defiant mystic yogi
straight insidious your sissy fit pissy trip 100 hit acid dealer
go head tell the boys they hazlenuts to my nutella sit down
jerk your dick off i lost all feeling in my brain
so now i just piss thoughts to piss on the piss offs

[Mr. J]

pictures framed of did nots, raised off of faulty wished thoughts
knife at their neck like a clip on, blood easily getting rinsed off.
i chief big in your wig wam, ya girl let me rock it without lift off.
got a stick she could put her chapped lips on, fuck with this? nahhhhhh

rhyming for me is simple, let the brain check the filing data
see me smiling after, like that shit got em hype? imagine if I did it actively
someone let the panel speak, they lack the system I styled in laughter.
dig a ditch for doubles, double dutch over the grave where they cuddled up.
got dirt on a button up, while they chewing on mutton butts.
make me wile out again & show them what focus looks like.
got an old man sitting over his keyboard tryna talk about the hood life.
shit dont even look right, dont be a menace, go be a dentist.
go where only the weaker assessments slang poetry in ya prescense
what they owe me is presents, but I carry the fat sack like Santa
one shot will leave them dead, walking, trying to back pack to Atlanta
keep your fingers crossed and hope the thoughts dont linger off.
if they network better believe its on the same trash Springers on.
am I blinking nah? am I thinking nah? Im in the mud....


now Im sinking...



AHHHHHHHHH

[Lyriscologist]

Competition..!?.. please..!
once my, thoughts are conjured in my Composition,
I.. conquer all my Opposition, so,
you won't have a Pot to Piss In!
(your Mommas Wishin for a Cock to Fit In..
..so I banged that bitch raw in the Dog Position..
dick's so big the Condom's Rippin..) ;)
look, I've trumped all the polls... I don't mean Politicians,
I'm an excessive problem... ..your gonna need Long Division..!
..but you've beaten the odds.. you were able to Stop Addiction,
now..try solving the problem of being a Lost Addition..
look.. you ain't sonny liston, so sorry Sonny, Listen,
..you are NOT Conditioned to box with the Top Edition!
(your.. Dropping Fiction..!)
I don't..
Copy Gimmicks or try to be what I'm Not Envisioned,
the way I finish lines..
you'd think a bomb went off in a Boston District..
my Mind's Unique..
I Try to Be what Congress Isn't,
a puppeteer..
following every one of Obama's Visits..
..I don't really, follow or Talk Religion,
but I highly doubt that God's a Christian,
(cuz he's...NOT Forgivin'..!)
were not, All his Children,
so, fuk the words that the Prophets Scripted,
Lies Told to Find Hope within a Conscious Prison...
(we’ve been.. Taught to Listen..)

[Mr. J]

who gave permission for these admissions
somones slipping, or thinking this is thanksgiving
these pilgrims gonna get their pride rocked.
Eye shot, Cyclops, & knocked out like Goliath.
why stop? Id knock the stuffing out these riots.
kick a kitchen appliance into the tub as its wired.
watch this misfit get lit for a quick gif thats fire.
share it through the wire, the grapevine & Marvin.
play ya part in the departure that a fart went.
thats an asshole with fat soles and diabetes.
youll die in feces while I philosophize over Archimedes
rhyme over the set up that monitors if your heart is beating.
send squads retreating reminiscing how they lost an evening
got these over-analytical suckers who cant run a league.
they get punked and leave & share the pumpkins glee
their junction needs more subtlety before it can fuck with me.
ya theories would put a judge to sleep cause theyre not good leads.
I puncture assumption & dumped ya for nothing.
turned lunch into supper, and went dutch on the numbers.
get cut like a cucumber & watch em stack up like lumber.
boy what a blunder to be the sacrificial ay caramba.
leave eyes in wonder of my movement and where my mood went
you looking for improvement but can no longer prove it.
a loose screw stuffed through where the noose went.
teeter totter & wobble with a loose grip while their shoes slip.
what a doofus...

[Lyriscologist]

ayo..
I'mma Pro At this Game I'm in a,
Proactive State,
so you got No Chance!
I'm So Past your Cro Magnon Brains!
..Don't Ask for Jay to, Hold Back his Rage,
cuz every Blow Lands, So Fast that Both Hands'll Break!!
..I Don't Have Mistakes..!
you'll get Choke Slammed, I'm..
Programmed with No Path to Take,
if I’m Broke Man, I’ll rob your Whole Dam Estate!
with No Plan,
make ya Dome Crack til your blood Flows And it Stains,
get Toe Tagged..!
then clean up the Whole Pad before it..
..Coagulates!
..No Man Escapes..!!
man... Time's So Precious...
it can go from Delightful to Frightful in a Microsecond..
that's why.. I'm So Stressin'..
the way I kick punches is a Tai Bo Lesson, so check out My Notes..
cuz what I Flow.. Rhymes So Pleasant..
this is where my Lifes Told, so I Grow, through Biometrics,
but my Minds Froze, Ice Cold.. like Cryogenics..
can't even have a Nice Home without a High Known FICO Credit...
plus I need some Geico since my Lifes So Hectic!
Why So Wretched!?
I'm getting Hydro, dodging Five O through the 907,
so I Toke, til I Choke in a Prime Smoke Session..
you tryna Light Those Weapons..!?
Nines.. Fo's.. Wessons?
shit, I'll ignite some Pyro Semtex, and it just,
Might Blow once I Type GO in an I Phone Message!
BOOM...!

[ACTIVATE SELF]

Ayo ...

I'm a hazard to their health cos I'm so savage when I belch
They can smell sulfuric acid in the gases I exhale
Bet them bastards better bail before I crack em at the bell
With a jab that's so propelled it smacks the black off Dave Chapelle
Go-go-gadget catch these 'L's cos you trash and lame as hell
Bitch my bank'll break the scale, cos my cake so overweight
It's like I baked and ate Adele, bitch I'll blaze you wit these shells
And spray ya brains on ya lapels with a janky twelve guage
And granades I made myself then leave you dangerously impaled
Or stank 'n hangin from a rail in ya grandma's basement or an East Malaysian cell
With a belt around ya neck for tryna plagiarize and sell my amazing rhymes & tales
To an asain clientele, cos the flow so fuckin dope Ronald Reagan's sullen ghost'll
Prolly raise up out of Hell and tell em take me off the shelf ... it's motherfuckin Self!

[Lyriscologist]

yo..
Most of These Kats are, Broke with Weak Raps,
they, Grow to Be some Notably, Dope Emcees but Chose to Be Wack..
I've Openly.. Hopelessly, Invoked a Deep Past,
but I Rose to See, what's Known to Be..
just Holding Me Back..
Dro to Breathe, Rolling Trees and Smoking Weed Sacs,
had me Totally.. Uncontrollably, Prone to Relapse..
I get No Relief..!
the Coldest Feet have Frozen Me from Knowing These Facts,
i gotta Soul that's Beat, it's Broken Me, must Know what Feed's That!
(....No Re-treat Back..!)
I get No Defeat from Spoken Heat that Bone'll Speak Fast,
I'mma Cold Machine.. no Emotions Seen.. my Tone's just Seem Black..
I Flow to See Opponents Bleed but Hopefully Last,
you dont wanna Throw with Me!!
one Blow from B'll have ya Go to Sleep, Fast!
(...like an Overeem Match! ..blaow!)
an Atrocious Being..!
Mostly Mean I've Grown to Be That,
..Ferocious Beast! I Show my Teeth and Wolverine Hands!
I'm So Unique..!
Most Emcees.. Won't Compete Back!!
the way my Flows Release a Potent Breach..
my Foes'll Need a Dopamine Patch!!
man, my Soldiers Be.. Overseas,
Patrolling Street Camps,
but their Whole Regime's, Only Means...
was Opposing Peace Pacts..
(I'm..Exposing These Facts!!)

[brokenhal0]

there aint no peace theres war one can only dream of loss
you see the cause its bleak you bleeding beneath the doors

pause hear the creaks in floors the creatures lost
shadow people lead you down the bleakest halls


black belladonna saucer eyed like she reaks of porn
fatigued yet strong queens healthy as snap peas
and blossoming trees at dawn
fantasy's straddle bordem another dream to stalk

post mordeum state took a bullet to the porcelain now meditate
lucifer escapes express lane paper chase dynamite database

in a place and time before you experienced lust i smoked dust and stuck
drugs in my butt dont judge me your still my slut i got a nut to give

ill tell you the future its loss revisited such growth is fleeting
in fantasy's proceeding as you lose yourself in meanings

word to moses i post malone the intriguing
..

[Mr. J]

Season by Season Ive rocked with no rhyme or reason.
Divided the weak men from the ones who should be leading.
Beefing is fictitious when it comes to this bitches wishes.
failure to succumb, failure is dumb thats why I sit vicious.
turn em to Nancy on Elm since I couldnt tickle the fancy myself.
but Im antsy I can tell when they cant stand me in this hell.
the truest marksmen with smarts & a bunch of other unlistings
folks think I should be the one bitching or at least submitting.
that would be grand while trying to keep it a hundred
so until the moon is blood red, & theres a little sun left.
prepare for the only one left who knows whats next.
the miracle worker who strikes fear in those with no motive
their disappearance goes unnoticed when the one is focused.
send your rocketeers & your jeff goldblums
life finds a way....

[Mr. J]

so its time to say that each of these rhymes a play.
I could dice a tray & hand them out as neat samplers.
could spit a 9 today & leave you in the sweet afterbirth.
better pack ya purse & move at least a few miles away.
take cover, put this on what I put my name under.
when that clapping come it wont be no fake thunder.
I aim numbers like Im trying to pull out a flash card.
hooks get cast off & you can get served without the dance off.
backyards get set ablaze & names become distant memories.
toss shells at you & give cocoons to these instant centipedes.
this is an off day catch me when I bring the mind though.
time slows, & I come through like Neo with my eyes closed.
a tidal wave that carries the flow & helps bury ya soul.
plastique wrapped neat waiting for the chariot to explode.
all manner of nonsense that waits in the deep, no Loch Ness
Mothman prophecies that depict the end of all in raw filth.
Im nauseous, Im nauseous...sicker than how most of yall feel.
shotgunning at Gods wheel, performing exorcisms at Gods will.
burn like the tires God peels, feeling limitless on that God pill.
white covered nostrils chilling in the backseat now, undercover.
trying to fist a line while most punches are just one hit wonders.
you still lack might, I stalactite when coming off the top.
give up now go wash your dog, steal, go pop a lock.
get healed by a proper Doc, move on before the saucer stops.
otherwise get probed by the next following genius.
their follow up sounds like they were..............








you already know because you thought it quick.
now the world awaits the apocalypse
and the animals fear what follows all of this.
let the pause play out like where the comma sits.
these actors...such dramatists.

[Lyriscologist]

yoooo
Man has been Abused..
theres a disadvantage, to.. Understanding what is Truth,
but I Panic, cuz the Masses, are Mishandling the Proof,
their.. Slanted by the News, and.. Actually Confused,
glamouring the Cash, an the.. Fashion and the Jewels..
people think that.. NASA gives us Facts that we can Use,
but the.. earth may be flat, an we may have never.. Landed on the Moon
we never.. question their intentions cuz of Fabricated Rules,
plus, science always gives us a, Practical Excuse..
if the, Planets really Doomed, its from, Natural Recruse,
not from.. greenhouse gasses, or.. Radical Misuse
any.. difference in our thinking, we just, Actively Refuse
cuz were conditioned just to listen, to what Passes as the Truth...
(let’s get a... Grasp on what is True..!)
I’m Predesigned and Conditioned to be Wise to Confliction
I wont Sign for the Riches, fuk the Lies and the Gimmicks,
your Blinded by Business, dollar Signs and the Digits,
Enterprises and Bitches, its Designed for Addiction..!
so look...
Lately Heads cant interpret what my Brain Ingests,
circulate back to their first forms like Saiyans after a Rage Event..
Take a Breath...
I aint found the designer of the Matrix Yet...
but my next Meditation Set’ll get me that much closer to the Agent’s Den!
lets gooooooo!