THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Without corruption Im just as good as the next guy
left life with no real reward, high off another red line
waited until it all sunk in..
too hyped off of jokes to function
like I need to deliver a punch line to get you sucked in
suckers...stick to what you know best
keep delivering them fibs with no threats
bite the hand that fed your style...
makes you wonder why a whining bitch won't get fed...
imagine how sparks fly when I'm getting in your head
candle lit in the brain...the wicked get no rest

[Frank]

pop a wheely. mama silly. she do it without her hands.
cop a philly. Machiavelli. we be smoking holograms.
in my motherfucking van yo - sheep skin - lamb wool
lil bo beep - little old me - fucking in my lambo

[Mr. J]

I swear on your momma the drama can pop off manana
move like a cappa donna wrapped in armor turning your brain...
into trashed lasagna
I ride the same dead horse so what I mount and do turns the race
to code red, I got a bold head with girls telling me I'm so fresh
like I need to know facts I know..you ho bag...
I...hand out toe tags to nomads, old heads stay off the gonads
I let my nuts hang like a coat tag...
putting broke glass to where your throat at..

[Mr. J]

No one could find your vitals like I do
50 calibur rifle, aimed right at your eye
I'd presume..standing still don't excite *whew*
I almost shot out an eye wouldn't that be awful?
your 2 cents will get you 50's jaw fool...
I guess that's the jaw rule...
so discussion on these lines are beyond you
keep it moving along bar brady..like you ought to
get it....bar...brady...don't get it bunched up
because I'll put you in a doggy bag like I'm picking my lunch up
now you know on the really what's up
so how many woods would a woodchuck chuck?

[Fig]

From luck to knucks, know somethin's up. No punks amongst this ruffest monk
can puncture what he structures then processes through a blunderbuss.
hoaning harmful waters, captured in punitive sentences
to size him up's to transcend every unit of measurement.
striking senses through the musical negligence
strong evidence to show imbedded in em is the rawest of rhetoric.
Slob temperament with godly aesthetics kept
Leavin monuments behind, with every line he intended death

[Mr. J]

On the trail of betrayal, the mistress and bride
the good thing about them, they were 3 6's combined
I persisted with insistance, for their wishes were mine
my mission, my life, for our.. division was nice...
but, I will admit it at times, I planned their vicious demise
oh beautiful victim of mine, what can you envision if blind
if I took a thicker end of the scissors snipped at your thighs
clipping off inches in my gleeful silence it's sick isn't it guys?
as I laugh...her friend would witness her cries...
good night sweetie, why don't you kiss the misses good night?

[Just Write]

filled with sickness and spite mixed with the will to just fight
i have killed millions of children in less than a blink of an eye
many civilians have died by the wicked hands i possess
countless more wounded by the napalm i fuckin strapped to their chest
im packin the techs while these other faggots scratchiin their heads
i have no compassion for bastards claimin that their practicly vets
veterans of what? keep talkin shit n im lible to stick a knife in your gut
aint no fuckin colors involved, skin tones aside this shits the life of a thug

[Fig]

I might rush with a heineken clutched
towards the sighting of leviathan to pile his guts
my light runs off the vilest stuff
so in essence, doesn't matter much what Midas has touched
fuck the diamond, we rough, swinging stalkings loaded with coals
gettin mean as arenas when splitting open ya dome

[Mr. J]

I'm...scattering your matter across the banners
all that tall shit, will turn into some off the wall shit
classic banter, random rappers turned to actors
so it's been gravy, calling the flow Christopher Wallace
if honesty was the policy I announce it anonymously
so don't bother me...my apologies
i doo wop in between the apostrophes
because what comes first besides fun
since you got the nerve..leave it beside son
wise up...I keep dippin' like my lazy eyes bruh

[Fig]

My rhyme's up, like a space with fine dust
I can crazy climb rutts for a vaguely fine fuck
and when I peak, it ends up in the cunt...
I've had enough of bitches, I'm hanging my nuts.
Got groupies worship me with gold for my totem pole
then get lost, several miles from home, in my scrotum folds
ya comatosing on the loco flow. Solo dosing
on peyote in a forrest setting with a local ho

[Mr. J]

You would never guess the mess I'm in
I got people saying they my next to kin
ever since lyricism started stepping in
makes you wonder what these suckas investing in
don't make me make a mess again
got your girl tryna be sext messagin'
but we all do it for the giggles
not saying that a nut can't keep it civil
cuz I'll eat world to get up in the middle
and you think I'm serious right now
like my first 2 pieces suggest I should put the mic down
tell your people they work for me....
this is my town

[Fig]

Layed out, dazed, from post stupor. Drunken and drained.
Pain is played, Im settin shop up in the gutter today.
In the cracks of life, trapped, like some fuckin loose change
I think of child days and smile. I'm on the mothergoose chase.

[Mr. J]

A little too indecisive to write it
too excited to try it, I'm too...blind...
too high to say a thing..too silent
I have too many problems to find...
too many to lose, what a problem of mine
I'm probably fine though...
or out of line? so society has me on this tight rope
with my mind on fire like Michael
got me looking like your favorite ghost writer
bleeding your mind out..hold your nose higher
like you too smug to see this real shit
too high or maybe just too numb to feel it
stuck off...the realness so get up off me
I been keeping it low key why do you think I mobb deep...



breh

[Wise Wiggles]

keep clear of the skully fragments- got this fully 'matic
plus I'm in more ice than wooly mammoths
more hoes than a green house. they stay wet
seeing weed clouds w/haze breath
shining. where the feet now? retrace steps
cold sweats blanket today's dream
buckets falling- fuck it, all in. Ace-Queen
rape me. rage machine. jason creeps
pacing deep on a blade retreat. grace, lets eat
lord fucked this meal to hell
that bitch is crawling out again- seal the well
stay giving you chills you can feel & smell
saliva is toxic. arachnophobia- spiders in fosset
alive in the coffin. survivor of auschwitz
I am a Martian. this life is an object

[PancakeBrah]

This pen doesn't click. It's supposed to retract, but it sticks. The prose I've extracted is fixed, and everything I wrote that lacks isn't nixed. Every word I wish was blackened and missed from the record is there. Met with a stare. I'm suspended in air over this tapestry of shit. A calamity, the catastrophe of miss. I wish I could laugh at this shit. But every day is a rewind, a backtrack of remiss. I'm one sad perversion of 'This'. I want another version of kid. To double back every swerve that I slid and every word that I did. Write my life in a cursive of scripts. Every tongue tied speech with an untied ease of the most perfect of quips. I opine for the merging of wit and charm.

[Fig]

An established voyeur, intergalactic casanova.
Detest consensual sex. The why wo-ers;socratic moaners

[Mr. J]

I swear I was a skeptic at first
that is until I bested the worst
took it from the highest spectrum to earth
and ever since they elected this jerk
I been on a rampage on this damn page
I break the mold, the road you had paved
popped off like champagne...
yea...basically...I carry a fluent influence
bearing it all through my music is useless
what you see is what you get
but what you forget...is what you regret..
at best..I'm just an...illusion

[Wise Wiggles]

sluts & perverts. the nuns are skirtless. cunts are squirtin'
drug disturbia. down moonshine til the sun gets flirty
nothing's perfect. just a geek w/a pen, tweaking the bits
teasing the risks that don't even exist
write for the blind, & anyone else not reading this shit
message/bottle rap, written while sinking a ship
tales told by skeletons deep in the crypt
skull & cross bones. odds go up once the ingredients mix

[Mr. J]

What I contain is the message
when you was to afraid to send it
I sent it, signed, sealed and delivered
Jack Tripper with a man's enigma
you can act slivered, but I don't dig it
so I choose to carry on like you won't get it
and when I blow up like a sneaker bomb
all belief is gone for you young'n's preach to moms
I stay wired up just to keep the speakers on
willing to give it to every piece of ya..
your time is up on the lease so ya...
move along, ain't nothing to see here

[Split]

Sleep is the enemy, keep her tethered to me, close,
Bleeding me dead, tendrils of deep- REM facsimile ghosts
We accentuated pauses. Lift-offs. Sensory responses.
With crystalline goblets we toast to the death we held hostage.