THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Adonis]

Woke up on fire but still cracked another brew
Might have lost talent, still these laces strapped to a jewel
If I had a dollar for each bodied with these murderous rhymes
I prolly could've bought myself a mother fuggin burger with fries
Instead, I'm stuck in the rut, spinning topsy turby
Sippin on sludge, a degenerate with a cocky curtsy
I prolly died years ago, guess the memo was lost
I feel my grave turning, oh wait, that must be my demo you bought

[brokenhal0]

The stars are large Terra cotta with the starter jacket
in the corner store with a bottle swinging a Tonto hatchet
in staccato the waves throttle elements to follow action
jesus passing out christ on the cross the evils cashing out
see who passing out see threw sand and shrouds talking fast and loud
hands abound grasping the enchanting sound lost and found
free as a cloud seeking the ground step right on thee exhaust
applying the force sliding in doors burning trees lighting the bush
got the knife then stab with a freighting push
aint nothing nice but the rite has been took as truth writes time in a book
in your dreams but the light has been cooked that's boiled rice in a bun
control the wake up and leave you alive as you once save it for me
take it in fronts take it from me chase it and run
suicidal till the vitals is done humans idols wearing titles
from titans of tongue babbling while biting your bun battle battalions
scattering bugs in contact with posidon let the sea rise to the sun
let them fight their rivals right in the front dudley do right flexing life on a monk
biting the tongue slithers until the cycles is done ride threw the city like im biking on drugs

[Mr. J]

Time to tighten it up, y'all thought rhyming was enough?
Turns out you need character, a diamond in the rough.
Flip ideas quickly, these cards will definitely try your luck...
I might succumb to my own faults..it's not like I'm done
My boy I've just begun, snatch lines like a fish outta water
Flow heavy what do you want to risk for honor?
Dedication & wit, I'll show you where the separation is
When pride enters the mix then desperation sets in...
It can't be like that after this long...
And yet there is plenty more to get wrong

[asylum]

written word used to be for witches and wizards
now it's drifting away as our collective mind withers
self reflection helps you climb a ladder up the highest towers
where you can see natures pattern defining power
it's in the hexagon of honey combs where energy is stored
primal lexicon detects the trees a bear shakes a little more
when hive meets floor it changes from what it was before
but the hex is only rearranged from the gravity of force
a broken symbol of our heritage buried in it's source
a man walks by the broken hive and picks up the smallest piece
dripping with an energy he wants to help release
it's held in simple moments when kids start throwing tantrums
instinct to stretch the limits we seem to impose at random
diving tandum in the soup we rise up from the Earth
loving parent aware some children lower what it's worth
waves are glowing and we surf with jars alive with light
illuminate the essence which you strive to keep in sight
open the mason jar and call your spirit free
or leave it closed becoming a torch that burns up history
we learn to see the pattern that sets our wishes free
the recognition of what matters becomes delicious treat
heat rising in mirages beckons to your soul
begging you for seconds lent that let them get control
feed the wolf you need the strongest for battles yet to come
purge the fear inside your heart with hand fulls of said and done
regret has won in games they play gambling with our life
where all the Gods from history scramble for our prize
it's wise to let them carry off what you haven't nailed to floor
just remember what you lose because you need a little more
there's prices that we pay and nature knows the toll
begging for control it asks for pennies on the dollar
a price to high for some when having plenty is a bother
greed can shape the way you live and even how you die
so always know that hexagon is staring in your eyes
never in surprise or waiting for it's chance
it's wise to know what bait is when the hunt becomes your hand
it gives all of what you cherish when you kneel to the demand
life and death living in a balance makes it challenging to stand
the challenge that we have is finding how to live and die
without losing what we have and giving all we've done to time
there's something wrong and something right in every choice you have
find the strength in a voice you can raise without becoming bad
there's power in our lungs that resonate with tones
focus on which ones make you feel the most alone
leave behind the venom and savor what's divine
there's a lot you can learn from flavor in your time
what can poison you is bitter after moving from your lips
growth is born from gifted pastors and the bible they're equipped
rapture lives in drifting masters searching for a slave
dependent on the power they feel drifting off away
there's knowledge in some ways you might think are out of date
you might have never been enslaved by choices you wish you didn't make
do three wishes come from genies feeling freedom from their lamp
or are they feeding you a need so they can take it in advance
when dancing with a demon be careful with your toes
dont step on people climbing up to where you shouldn't go
there's little known of fate to masses alive with fear
burned alive by caste systems that survive within your peers
it isn't clear how it will end but i can offer you a seed
simply think about what you want and examine it for need
if you can live without it then allow yourself to breathe
go the distance for yourself by striving to achieve
the dying often bleed and the living often die
i've seen red running too often to call my past a worthy try
so i became a different person despite the clergies hidden tithe
now i'm dying to live and often giving what it takes
strive to find your balance
signed, one very gifted ape

[Mr. J]

Crushing writers beneath each written I've laid.
Such a poetic end, now they nitpicking my pace
Make it quick? Nahhh..I slow roast the pig on my plate
Get hit with the razors edge then a toothpick in the face
Now they ask if I chose wit over grace, gift over fate
But after eating so many MC's I was getting overweight
Had to start run-on sentences til it was fitting the page
Now I crunch rhymes like accountants crunch numbers
Everything fresh on site, J your local Fuddruckers
It took years to corner the market with you mu'fuckers
Whether clown or queen, locally found or cuisine
They'll never hold compare to this quarter pound of beef

[Adverse]

How long you gonna keep this going on? It’s honestly awful
I been painting my pain but they see it as a comedy art show
Came a long way from them calling me a wanna be Marshall
But way I’ve come unraveled I think I’m Donnie J. Darko
Got so many irredeemable qualities, for that I beg forgiveness
I mean, I’ll watch any fucking movie as long as Nic Cage is in it
For me to flip that switch is eminent, this state of craze indigenous
Elon Musk trying to hire me due to all my spacey business
The duality of man, I deserve to be hanging from a crucifix
For all the lust and wondering how my flesh would feel on Dua’s lips
Foolish that I take any human interaction as a que that she’s attracted
Girl at Dollar General called me hun a few times now I think truly that I’m smashin
Looking anywhere but my wife for anything to make me whole
Draining my frustration and mistakes on the face of a newly bloomed 18 year old

[Wise Wiggles]

morgue's are great. Barricade the door
Set up corpse to play
Fluid got her mushy- little whore's my grape
Come through for a date. Enjoy the gore bouquet
Draining orb to brain.
This a contest? Bet I'm more insane
Norman's changed. Bloodbath always twirl towards the drain
You losing the torture game. Pitch fork ya hole
Horn shit. Scrape socket - wharncliffe
After chloroform whiff .. saw your dick vertically
Wicked nursery. We're sticking nerves- you'll see

[Mr. J]

They said this flow was unacceptable
Predictable, get ate then send the bill
I puff medical, most rhymes forgettable
Gotta write down more...
See what the bread will do if you found more?
Pussy on a pedestal, hitting the ground floor
My dick so big, fully erect'll push you outdoors...
Pause..
Take a moment, embrace the moment.
Take a picture then encase the moment.
Make a copy then you can share the moment
Take care of the moment, there's a moment.
This is getting out of hand moment.
Star Wars, simp son, signed Hans Moleman

[Master Rock]

I'll hold your turn
analyze
and hypothesis
upon what I have learned
you speak heat but igniting ain't on your burn

[brokenhal0]

This sermon acquired is bourbon inspired just jerking
this some chicken breast that flirts with the lion
it makes no sense so it ain't worth if you trying
stop being a nerd go search for some diamonds word

dirty finger man use my words like some finger paint
in the image of all that's wrong I get it great got it good
it's never late don't penetrate yourself trying to demonstrate
league of legends legos and baclofen black plastic bags in the wind
dead people that live in dream world talking trees and beast wails
foul habits found lattice in the abbey of the town with unsound abbots
fabrics smell like a hounds backside sleeping in the ghettos
dark alleys where cats cry took you're golden girl for the bat ride
shit was so wet I got waptized

[Mr. J]

Some may call what I kick, offside.
I thought pride would help y'all life.
Set a few goals and perhaps y'all strive.
I thought wrong now ya team is hogtied.
As time has gone by I might seem spiteful
But every piece I see now seems recycled
A new line here with a twist of phrase...
Oooooo so insightful when your thoughts hit the page
Swore I'd never ever witness the day
To my surprise here I am watching you wither away
When they spit they angrily spit & they spray.
Suffering succotash they are getting away...
Sorry I forgot what else I was going to say

[Adverse]

So many fine ass nurses at the hospital, wish I was sick more
All the waitresses fine at Texas Roadhouse I just wish I could tip more
But I just sip more of my coke and realize that I’m piss poor
God loves ugly, but black comedy’s what he made me a simp for
I shoulda hit sleazy bitches back in school twistin em in mad positions
But I always had a tab on xvideos, in my room fighting apparitions
But again, blame God because man didn’t make me
Feel the wolves in the bushes watching waiting for me to fuck it up, Randy and Lahey
It’s over now, the vultures surround to make food of my misery
They’ll pick everything away but the worst thing to lose was my dignity

[Urban Dialect]

what do you do when you're in the game and you've just been CCed
and can't use your abilities
you're low on HP,
and you're about to get hit by an AOE from a player that's OP,
"where the fuck are the healers at?"
always, nowhere to be seen,
where the fuck did the zerg go?
why is there no one here to intervene?
this is the End for me

[Bodey]

Yeah, it’s been the end for me for what feels like a century. A wretched year to say the least: the misery and woe-is-me’s, the diffidence— I needed peace. Suicidal ideations back when I was mighty wasted, the pen absorbed by fiesty pages, cuz if I wasn’t writing I’d be searching guns on Craigslist.

[Adverse]

Weight of the world on my shoulders hoping that my spine holds
Fuck it...I give up on life, gonna be a drifting wino
Dragging along a bag with notebooks full of rhymes I wrote
Can’t stop adding verses to the book it’s the only life I know
Been doing this shit fifteen years, fuck that’s over half my life
If you only knew the time sacrificed to the fucking pad and mic
But sadly I’ll be forgotten in time, I’m a passing blight
Accustomed to eating my words, luckily I’ve got an appetite
Staring at these women in the gym, wishing I never met my wife
Things would be so much better right? Wrong...lust just in my head tonight
The devil would like to tear apart my brain piece by piece
Plus even if I was single...what would fucking girl would wanna sleep with me?

[Mr. J]

Could ya save your dreams for the week.
When the days give out and the nights incomplete.
Take a look inside and tell me what you see...

Arbitrary or not, what is popular belief?
Caught up in dread with the heart of a beast.
Swung society on my back as I creep...
Who on this Atlas can even compete?
Match skills only help burning the seat
Couldn't conduct flame within the heat.
Buried beneath the iron wishing to MC.
Crumbling beneath the facade of the beat.
Picture perfect wording...only to be seen

[Master Rock]

I need a little bit of time to think
the hands go round, clockwork while the sand quickly sinks
I am wasting my moments splattering ink... babbling speech
or does my message fall on deaf ears failing to reach?
my destination is to achieve the plan
to grind the gears to what my imagination perceives
my ability to lead them to clear waters
but I trip alone and hope I don't shepherd these lambs into slaughter
what is it that I ought ta?

[Adverse]

I just wanna float through life as a careless kind of entity
Unbeknownst that the paths I’m on are gonna bury me eventually
Why I always got to be a fucking terror to my inner peace
And hitch a ride with the devil in every chariot he sends for me
Can I stop this? Nope, it’s too colossal
I’ve no bravado buried my roots in sorrow now my fruit is hollow
Kruger follows, dipping in and out of dreams
But my life has lost direction I’m trying to edit out the screams

[Sinacog]

I'm a dangerous sapient; razor wit'; tenacious spit//
I killed a thousand horsemen with razor spit//
I'm the kind of monster to chomp apostles//
I'm too collosal' eating monsters underneath a dump truck//
SUCK UP! SUCK UP! SUCK UP!; I'm nothing and something//
SUCCULENt BrEWING; will be my undoing//

...

[Mr. J]

Metaphors that leave my followers cooing.
My influence is felt in any situation you in...
Off the board I've been moving like Ewing.
I know about me....what the fuck are you doing?
Mixed messages or just jumbled rhyming?
Performance worth Gemini under muddled lining
Gotta motivation that has them double timing.
Doing their best to try and undermine him.
But nah son, you chose the wrong one.
You have any idea where you got your form from.
My whole style been exhuming skill out of boredom