THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[dead man]

lol@yo sig split. PAWS

death, held hostage, ill fuck your bitch unconscious
then ill bend her over one time, like perfect omelets

[Mr. J]

Im scrimmaging with limitless images of persisted ignorance given their sentences reference a reflection of their dimwittedness commited to scripting lesser legend shit...then again Im pretending when I stay upping their shit...where was I..rolling in a ride a bowl for the high solo in the niiiight...heh

[BottomUp Raps]

killing flows like a winged demon,
devouring the rhymes ev'ryone keeps screamin,
dropping random bars for no legit reason,
I don't care what you think, my aim aint pleasin,
so fuck off or end up battered and bruised,
or end up like that fucking soldier on the news,
my g RapStick dropped bars truly sacred,
but my shits fresh and brimming with hatred.

[Fig]

spines stripes achieved from pulling the roots of these wings
then crudely dipping the tip of each into ink that courses a human being.
Impractical. Reputations preceding the mackerel, manifest,
quite nicely when rendered syntactical. Prime abbot-less

[Mr. J]

Carry a scope with infrared, waiting to clip some heads
get some bread, why run I rather just skip the feds
wire tapped, it's all smoke and mirrors..a fire trap
try to act now...but watch out for the outcome
I knock it out...bout one...standing over, the victor
the proud one

[Wise Wiggles]

woke up this morning with a fat bitch
goddamnit it happens. fucking gorgeous
bored of this static. poor little fat bitch
acting like its more than a habit
throat-fucking her adorable mouth
this fat bitch like four hundred pounds
just put the grocery store in her house
filming porn on her couch. oregon style
every fat bitch in Portland is down

[Split]

im the record holder, insominiacs anonymous. Holden meets Salinger.
cradle cough in train exhaust, from the wake of this wanderlust.
I faced a blunderbuss, 12th gauge, closed case sarcophgus...
not entirely accurate. In tenth grade, my destiny manifested in expanding
a dead fleet of...essentially imagined, members of my family,
so I could turn homework in the semesters sporadically.
See.
I'm a handily amateur collector. fantasy manager, expanding the annex first:
Of not every lie I've lived, but those others give away or desperately sell.
It's drugs to me. Vicodins, Dramamine, codeine drops, amphetamine hell.
Fighting the night thin, dozing off in honesty, pupils centering
at ceiling plaster Mona Lisas, doodling an elegy.

sleep paralysis.

she's tone deaf to my notes. musical love letters. Imogen Heap meets metonomy,
she's a tough nut to crack. or bust, truthfully. got me drunk deep, sleeping sloppier,
dredging breaths. cuddling carress of Boston's sludgiest aquifers.
bleed, mon ami. sewer breath. do or death. it's funny, talking to her...
silvertongue, quickerstep- mix and match: gilded slipper, hottest bitch off Cinemax...
Ten of ten, cold shoulder- sitting back, base level on the mercury thermometer,
To test her waters, tense hope- read chromehex on the Walgreens spectrometer.
try again

but yo.
those home testing kits make you a lonely old pessimist-
not a phony though, ladies and gentlekids. I digress, but I don't.
paint me your pyrite gold: black and checkered faded red,
swapped the labels on the cans, dried into a flaky coat,
catalyst of my bastardly inadequence, a dying breed,
I'm the patron saint of bratty kids, finding sleep,
without their Madeline or Paddington, just an Ambien or three
and waking up to a crowded bed, wondering while we feel so spent.

[Mr. J]

I call my new ride miracle whip
when I get your girl
that's what I perform miracles in

[Pen Prick]

Yesterday I went up the stairs
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish I wish he’d go away

[Split]

Originally Posted by Pen Prick

Blueprint to me? Sleep. It's become a nuisance to think.
I've proven it's futile to screw up the leaks.
Loosen the humans. Ruin your dreams. Que up the demons.
Choose to be free. Abuse all your muses. You're doomed to believe.
Hope is optimism. Illogical logic isn't logic, it's conscious fibbing.
The cosmic process plots against us, 'til the comets crosses our existence.
I'm God's accomplice. No competition. You're obnoxious. Rotten. Acknowledge wisdom,
or be robbed of living and dropped in prison.

Who are you/ wanna collab

[KennyCerealBowl]

Holding that tech nigga,
He's quick to folding wanna bet nigga,?
Best nigga, I might go deck a nigga,
So Play your cards right, bitch nigga,
bitch niggas.

[Mr. J]

A hatchet, pair of pliers, and aluminium foil
usage of oil, a lighter, and the moons use and spoils
the fun has just begun, so who are you duckin' from
sick to the point these rappers are all coming up
suck it up, the taste is bland but the flavor is special
catching the prey, skinning and such, favor the medal
man hood, you already know how the outcome can look
it's a wrap, release the buzzer beater, get your hand shook
maaaan look...it's too simple

[KennyCerealBowl]

I'm on the chronic, medicine, meditating/
penetrating different levels of consciousness/
Channeling, dimensions and i'm speculating/
investigating, what the gates of heavens is/
Does it exist?, Prophets bullshit i'm estimating/
They animated

[Pen Prick]

Yesterday I went up the stairs
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish I wish he’d go away.

[Mr. J]

Its the most cursed unearthed in Egypt
the birth of these birds makes me Sphinx they need it
all I do is stack pyramids in the eye of horus.
Lifes a bitch.death is sweet its time to courtship

[Eviscerate]

rat cat sat fat

[Vulgar]

Ras Kass casts facts

[Spoken]

stacks packed back packed

[patrown]

far as you could see my reach punches
hooks in my lungs weezing, breathing injustice
hang up pride for right reasons, mined secrets
eyes only cry to leak human kind's demons

[PancakeBrah]

i got that cold snap greatness. shoppin those roll back savin's!
leave a young lady with a broke back and a prolapsed anus