THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[2tripple0]

im replying poste haste aint going change for none of yall
turning in the grave like biggie smalls got the game by the balls
im dope on the mic I kick the prime rib shit
your like a letter im writing since im addressing my scrypt
and even if you think im whack and shouldn't be rhyming
everything is up to timing and you telling fibs like someone that's lying
and guess what I don't have to drop fire to compete with you
cuz cats like you don't have a clue they should just buckle my shoe
im ill with raps I got the dopest set ups
the hardest part of picking up a habit is when u gotta let go
and I know how to flip punches my lines dominate queers
you could make total sense and still not be even remotely clear
im ill on the mic I don't want these lines to go to waste
my lines razor sharp be careful not to cut yaself when you shave
and im from the home of the free and land of the brave
you be like some bats the way your backwards sleeping in a cave

[Mr. J]

Planet planetarium pushing power
play pointless, pumping powder
pleasure provides probable positions
plowing prowlers pivotal prowess
penchant provisions pulling punches
Planning purchases pretty pennies
plotting pussies publishing plenty
psychotic pyramids prizing prisms
providing prison, perfect pillage

powerful premise polarized pillars
pu-pu-pu-piiiiiiitch

[2tripple0]

im dope with raps my decks always spinning
im beyond human call me immortal the way my lines so convincing
start at the beginning still don't need no advice
you be forgetting ya shampoo so your hair filled with lice
im just trying to rhyme and get crazy on this board
ill pull the wu tang sword and leave ya carcass for the storm
and I aint no thug but ill definitely pass any economics class
cuz im piling up my cash but like Hitler im famous for my stash
and I know this sounds like im cocky but fuck that shit pussy
you be a touchy dork ive got to ransack your soul and epitomy
im rapping dope and im keeping myself occupied
you getting in the ride cuz my whip don't need that loyalty

[Mr. J]

my set up press up on the easiest slut seen
trap a dust queen, dust king vacuum & come clean
upside down, 69 rush me until my blood seep
one week to detox, touchy anecdotes like 'fuck me'
nonsecular praise to the sky, bon appetite
got a 9 aiming high with that throne, castle, keep
dungeons & guillotines, suits of armor & so on
rifles with no kick, no remorse I remain socom...
theory is light work a photon..

[2tripple0]

im flipping records and mixing tricks on the deck
you be bugging out constantly so everyone call you an insect
and you aint new York or else after one yard you would jet
im like chords on a guitar nothing for you to fret
im an ill lyricist its easy to see I can smear ya bitch
and if I cut you up nobody would help you getting stitched
this the doctor but your life ending kind of like a terminal
as if it was something to be examined at the emergency hospital
I can let these lines go to waste im like a blunt that's been laced
ill carry you around like a book bag still got ya with a toothache
you bubbled up ya lips still cant compare with my slaveships
ill be burning a blizz and sniffing that cake like it was wiz
and just like jesus im a messiah performing miracles
you must be a stripper way you dancing on top of tables
im the best at the grounds that's why my rhymes so stable
you be like hbo you can only view this if you own cable
and like Canada you must love syrup cuz you symbolize maple

[Mr. J]

literally filling up on coffee & crumpets writing dumb shit
anyone that want it could get hit with the '98 percussion
concussion, deduction, and other words that rhyme with that function
dysfunction, rushing the brain faster than nothing, I'm crushing
I'm punching, I'm on my way out for another luncheon
I been rhyming for eons, pissing on peons, whatever you see me on
recharge your freons, cool down bruh before you get pee'd on
gee uh, I don't know where else to go with this so begone
crossing the streams, Egon, I only sow what I can reap on
with the league gone there's no reason to sound like these freaks...
nah, it's just another reason for me to beast on your weak god
fr, fr, fr, freeak y'all

[Bodey]

Early bird gets the worm but I'm a seagull
The worst kinda bird, I fail by default
My head is webbed with the chronic
I'd say I'm negged, let's be honest
Fuck what they've said, it's moronic
Theyre breakfast eggs lookin snotted
What kinda shit am I talkin

[2tripple0]

I wonder why no one responding to that shit
maybe its just cuz my house solid and its made of brick
and this cypher is lacking in activity no one trying to drop
you like a red hexagon the way your vital signs about to stop
im dope and its difficult to compare with me
im creating a breeze but for that to happen I'd have to be a tree
and the moons gravity apparently effects the tides in the ocean
but I wouldn't get sucked in by the undertoe since im no obsession
and that's a perfume and cologne by calvin klein
and no wonder your confused shit its just the charts im trying to climb
and so on and so on im like a game show the way ive got all the answers
but like a deadly disease im bad for your health like somebody with cancer
and im no rapper but kids still support my shit and buy my records
and im down to the pressure and like cheese im spreading the cheddar

[Bodey]

A red hexagon? What're you, Helen Keller?
I do this shit how I want, you can't be further from stellar
I get it, you're talkin, you talk a whole lotta shit
But I'm the one who will walk it, until I'm swallowed in pits
It's awesome, the flowin, we socializin in rhymes
You grab a salad and toss em, I'm growin tired of try'n
To convince myself that I am worth it, I'm pure
Who gives a mother fuck about the "perfects," they still smell like manure

[2tripple0]

im flipping the decks every rhyme I write its twentyfive to life
you like an outdoor pussy cat aint no one going to let u inside
im quoting gods and looking for the sessions of first order command
youll sink quick like sand and like a beaver im building a dam
you suck at rhymes your shit aint worth spit
fill a book with them verses still aint got no purpose
and im making you watch for cliffs like a light house
you aint no player coach is like get your head out the clouds
and im killing raps im splitting the earth with the equator
you minor league and aint no time for no liquidators
im dope as fuck counting my cash like Dracula
you taste like puddy the way you serving up some tuna
and its like lightning before thunder way I count the distance afterwards
and know how far I am from the center of the storm
but it aint raining and I aint no hurricane
you may think im not stable but im definitely not insane
gonna finish this verse as strong as I started it
im digging out your cartilage and like macaroni heat u up in an instant

[Mr. J]

All I did was grimace
chances, the slimmest one has glistened
I sense...
fear by the minute, horror in the hour
instrumental score has devoured...
my itinerary it's been a scary week
it's been very sweet
revenge is a fetish tickling my feet
and it's the reason I'm missing on sleep
put division to the piece
wrestle the heart out & pin em' on three
I'm a gimmick I'm neat
I guess it depends on the sentence I weave
I forget what I'm getting with these
either take the 50 cents & just leave
and don't pin that innocence on me
I'm prophetic which means I'm getting my cheese
so fill it up 'unleaded' on three

[2tripple0]

dropping dope I got tons of issues to address
im like legislation since im getting passed like congress
dope writing and interesting topics that I argue
your like bolts and nuts way that your getting screwed
I like repetitive lines and things that come back full circle
its like television Im fast-forwarding through the commercials
I know my rhymes are hot and you want to challenge me
but ive already travelled the world and all its seven seas
don't need much more this forum to active to be shutdown
its like supplies at staples eventually they gotta run out
and im ill with grammer my lessons leave u like a petrified wood
cant put me down im like reading a good book
im like titanic crash you with ice bergs
looking for skill still couldn't find any everywhere I searched
and just like a figure you getting ate/eight
and im heating up the oven so that my chips can get baked
this verse is like the us president candidate debate
its like a battery on a car every once in a while it gets changed

[Mr. J]

shitbrains can't you see the pace I move is insane
no telling which way this next verse will take
I feel safe, burdened by holding all of this real weight
a peeled face, a wish that fills me up like a pit stain
I kick game at a Jenny Craig associate on her big day
soaking up everything coming from her lips ayyyy
that's funny as it gets lame, promoted games midway..
bow to your sensei I'm making the bed rock til the limbs break
look up to a star and make a wish way to big to be filled...
insane, insane, that's fucking insane

[fraze]

you would never noticed a poet if he wasn't quoted.
so im rhyming potent as the sacred pipe the chief is holding.
cheefing, smoking, even tho the police hope they catch me loccing
weapons smoking... mama traumatized to leave my casket open
they ain't holding out hope we might reach diplomas
they ain't worried bout the problems that be heaping on us
"what you hiding", "who you robbing", "what you keeping on ya"
bet they'd put a city under water just to keep us under...

[Nigma]

im a creature summoned, the chief of thunder. i speak in tongues while the demons slumber. feed my lungs tons of weed to come thumb up key of such pristine wonder. beat you till your seeing tweeties, beef with me is.. see, uhh, errr...you'd be a hole in one birdie, half dead, youre 3 under.

[Mr. J]

I'm a tickin' time bomb sniffin' Lysol
sunk in a couch where I'm kickin' my thoughts
twistin' some jars, gettin' em' sauced...
this offense, guard your center, step forward
this a mild texture with my chips bent & sore
smooth when that combination met the score
pull pressure, more, see what you steppin' toward?
at the neck with swords, & up next is yours...
I'm in the stand with a thumb pointing down...
if only you could see how it was all going down
but you in a black bag now & looking stressed...tough..
look at the difference of how we're dressing up
you a thief & I'm of higher class steadily sexing sluts
to the head you struck as your chest started flexing up
either way you not the type to be stepping up...
look how you ended up, asphyxiated...

[Nigma]

pen helps me lift the aches and the tension with rhythmic aid
its a blessing, expense-less investment that sends all the shit away
blend a glimpse of my day with some fiction to make and enhance it
give it mechanics that synthesize half of the page and take what i have
switch it up, get rid of some, deliver what is flame attached

damn that got lame. i cracked

[Mr. J]

the tame is back, with another heinous rap, take a cat...
pray it's black, the same color as my favorite hat...
the fack is that? fuck is that? maybe it's a bucket cap
where the chickens clucking at? get it? a bucket hat?
now your stuck with that & I'm over like 'the fuck is that'
where them chickens clucking at? where the buzzards at?
what kind of dance is coming back, you ain't touching that?
that's some hot pussy but that stank is something bad...
where does Q be? I don't know how to really run it back

[fraze]

no need to be wondering. i will help you up if you are stumbling.
run it back. we were done with that but watch me bring it back.
like lionel of the thundercats, he-man, and G.I. joe. im unrivaled.
got the topic going west like fievel + i blow cess so my eyes low.
forgive me if i'm scriptin sumthin different but im gifted with it.
lifting spirits with peerless diction. standing strong, spitting fearless.
flipping scripts but none was written if you didn't get the picture
it won't take a thousand words for me to paint these vivid scriptures
cross your minds retina. im betting ya i change the setting dig it.
can i kick it? wicked. they only call me crazy cause i've been committed

[2tripple0]

im flipping tricks and banging beats on drum kits
its easy to slip in and out as long as the shoe fits
and I know my rhymes are hard to comprehend
and the best offense is a good defence
so im running football fields yall just a close second
you be fake as thugs who swear they carry weapons
im dope with lines and I got tons of knowledge
you aint done shit on these boards so nothing to accomplish
and I don't give a fuck if anyone relates to me
you be a good investment like buying equipment from sony
and I aint give a fuck about video games. They never tempted me,
you be like my instruments im tuning just making a melody
and claim you thug and ya crew gangster but we all know yall faded
I be rising like inflation and cover u up to keep u warm like a blanket
this my fifth arrangement and aint none of yall keep heat like Miami
my granddads name was Sammy and his wife was an actress called Grammys
that was a dope wordplay im sonning all of yall who think u ill
but I could pop u like pills or sue u if im driving and my mcdonalds coffee spills