THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[JustRap]

Y'all must've forgot I'm more dope than the smack
In your spoon, rapping back in the booth slapping some tunes
Adding fire to the fuel gasp in the fumes I'm ill
Clashing with goons but they lacking the skill
These bastards are just trash in the room passion fulfilled
But I take em out like door dashing the deals
Verbal assassin I cash in after bagging the kills

[Scar]

I’m half ass with the grill
Grease = flavor, hashtag master of meal
I don’t wash it all the way, half ass with the grill

[JustRap]

What happened to David Lama?

[sral]

Originally Posted by JustRap

What happened to David Lama?

Prolly trapped in the daily drama of having a baby momma
not sat in his basement pondering text battle days of yonder.
Alaska by way of Yonkers, my man came to lay his marker,
Be thankful you made the roster; The passion displayed was bonkers.
Would that have just wained and faltered had he of stayed for longer?
He made it, I came and conquered, this my thank you to David Lama.

[Sinacog]

Angels --

BLADES OF GLORY FOR OUR FATHER IN HEAVEN..
Somber is reverand.. songs from the quest djinn
God will always remain supreme..same(SOME) will scream
I will kill the hilt for the bible belts built
I'm cometh oh light -- the second coming of christ
BECKON the light to slay demons
BRAVE HEATHENS can't breathe whenn hell was vortex'ed
SLAVE A CORTEXT than cave the horsemen

DEMONS --

I am the ancient breed; take me leave
I killed zillions of angels till they couldn't breathe
I'm oxygen..i'm killing the stable
I'm killing the brave of the able
I'm nothing and something..I AM the beheading of the king
With the hail of satan and his pitchfork with wick force..

[Urban Dialect]

get torched like a witch burning at the stake, adding fuel to the flame with the pen oil as it drains from the brain onto a blank page, that now lays on display like ancient remains, that's right, bone is back in the booth, imagine the skeleton of a dinosaur breaking the glass, escaping the museum and stomping on you, if it ever happens, then you know who's rapping,

[Mr. J]

Cue the ruse of the next Hugh Jackman.
Abusing the juice to improve what happened
Failure and grief causing a rift in duality.
Bare your teeth & take this trip to reality.
Gotta grip on the upper lip to the upper crust.
It's odd times for the jawline to catch an uppercut.
If you're a cut above I'm the handle that rips.
Perforated edge that left one scrambling in bits
Now I just roll on the rest & sample the chip.
A name that will revolve around the amble & hip.
Go ahead...that gamble, that risk...won't deliver
Dwell in the shortcomings as it's growing bitter.
The boldest winner is always the oldest trickster
Leave it to theatrics to heat their frozen dinner.
Y'all ride that microwave...there's no hope this winter

[JustRap]

You know how to match syllables to fulfill a flow?
Your edges rough as a brillo bro, you soft as a
Pillow blow from a bewildered hoes wimpy hold
I am unkillable, it's so undeniable
I'm unbreakable like David Dunn
I'm Bruce Willis but more maniacal and fun
On a beef diet bro I eat fire, smoke, wire spokes
Dire folks and entire empires bro

[Urban Dialect]

iron spikes making your tires blow like sliding on ice, out of control; stop trying to fight it and go with the flow as you spiral down the commode, like bodily waste being disposed of; that's the only thing that remains after eating you whole, that, and the smell of cheap cologne, that i occasionally burp up. tasted like a fake emcee with no flavor, generic and bland with nothing to savory, sad, cause i feel like you're even a waste of toilet paper.

[sral]

Originally Posted by Urban Dialect

iron spikes making your tires blow like sliding on ice, out of control; stop trying to fight it and go with the flow as you spiral down the commode, like bodily waste being disposed of; that's the only thing that remains after eating you whole, that, and the smell of cheap cologne, that i occasionally burp up. tasted like a fake emcee with no flavor, generic and bland with nothing to savory, sad, cause i feel like you're even a waste of toilet paper.

every rhymes a joy to savour, you’re good but boy im greater
habitual poison taster, work under pressure like a boiler maker
I’m boys with Taylor, you soft as the toilet paper I’m soiling later
manic noise creator, smoking on dead vapes til my voice is vapour
to coin a phrase I’ll say fuck beef, it’s sirloins I savour
employing strangers to form tin hat conspiracies and foil your capers

ill destroy you later

[sral]

stones in my socks, i got bricks to move like nobodies got
stove got a pot that runneth over and double the opium cost
you enjoy being known in your spot, but that’s a mistake
i serve fiends with a mask on my face - i ain’t catching no case
took it back to the basics, this shit is supply and demand
the lifestyle I have is wrong but that money right in my hand

[sral]

you inoffensive, bet i can make you mad just finger flexing
bitch i piss off pentecostal goers quick as i can spit a sentence
bring that menace to your door, you ain’t never been as raw
it’s embedded in my core, met the devil at the drawbridge
had him trembling before me from the hell that’s in my thoughts
burning like the embers of the torch he should have passed…
caught it in my grasp as I forced it from his hands
now I’m forging me a path beyond the ordinary man
you’re too caught up in the past to ever recognise your present
too blind to recognise the light that beckons in your dying seconds
just might be heaven, a singularity event
where the blackhole that your kept ins made of matter that’s so dense
it can challenge your perception, taking gradual effect
on your mass in the spaghettification that unravels in your head
time travel isn’t everybody’s cup of tea, but British dudes love it
to fix a true cuppa, mines a builders with milk and two sugars

quick 16

[sral]

fuck if you heard, im the greatest here still putting in work
need someone to verse me just not anyone that doesn’t deserve it
put it in cursive. lost count of the numbers I’ve murdered
still good for a couple of tourneys while the hunger resurfaces
you flirting with death every time my name leave your mouth
these days it’s about posterity over me aiming for clout
don’t play with me now. really, it’s indisputable fact
ran through the whole gamut of competition just to prove I’m the champ
yet losers still act like it’s cuz of my name and im known
forgetting i made this my own and Lars just an alias though
maybe it don’t matter, no rapper close to my stats
what’s the opening act to the star of the show closing it after
holding the rapturous applause in his heart as the audience starts
making the national tour they embarked on seem a walk in the park
all of the hardship vindicated in a moment
maintaining his composure as he waits to see it’s over

[Mr. J]

Yo, leave it to the laser eye targeting.
D-Day y'all through the pace I marketed.
Take my armaments, beg my pardon biiiiitch
Y'all rose high til I play with my garden kit.
I play my kit kat part in this, kick that pharmacist.
Who else gon take pills when he flu shots
Tripping off that DayQuil, runts and two shots.
Yeah I'm great, I roll my blunts out of tube socks
Ready to kick the literal shit out of your juice box.
Then snatch up your lunch money.
You want that punch? Duck? Or the Bugs Bunny.
Fingers to the barrell if you a thug buddy...
I'll either experience blowback...
Or I'll leave your thumb bloody.

[sral]

I pay my fuck buddies a subsidy in blood money
im a tough cookie, never had no lunch money took from me
you just pussy, bout as unfunny as Bugs Bunny,
butt ugly like Doug Funnie. Unlucky, but sup sonny?

[sral]

cleared the cypher, hear ‘em hyperventilate when I’m centerstage
my pen amazing, legend status even amidst heavyweights
check the greatest of all time lists, made ‘em look small time since
i came to perform my shit. straight up they’re all timeless
a favourite amongst rhymers cuz I make this look easy
my cadence is greasy, so slick ain’t no way you can beat me
many tried, plenty died. couple made it look close
taking some votes but I’ve shutout more than you’re able to post
ain’t even boasting, it’s nothing but heat I put in a key
the standard always good as can be. motherfucker it’s ME
one of the leagues best, any era. and I’m in glorious form
heads talking the talk here forgetting that I walked through them all
like they weren’t there. your first gear prolly my third
spend all week dropping a verse just for me to pop up and merk you
if you not in my circle, you a loser to me
truth is i been doing this shit long enough to write like you in my sleep

[Urban Dialect]

my lines are made of bungy, even if i tried to get on your level, I'd just get snatch back into sky, because I'm that fly landing on your food, and you have no clue how much bullshit I've been through.

[sral]

Originally Posted by Urban Dialect

my lines are made of bungy, even if i tried to get on your level, I'd just get snatch back into sky, because I'm that fly landing on your food, and you have no clue how much bullshit I've been through.

only four lines? poor guy. plus your formula tragic
the bungee cord that you bragging bout oughta spring you back into obscurity faggot
you’re awful at rapping. your styles like the bungee you mentioned
since your energy only comes from the effort you put into stretch it
you’re fucking pathetic. once I send you to God, you’ll never come down
mentioning how you kiss the sky just proves you’ve got your head in the clouds

[Urban Dialect]

make an inception and shoot up your dream, i'm the architect that spruce up the scene, bringing the drama and violence, I'm the small problem that has evolved into a crises, you'll be lying dead by the time you realize that i'm a threat, i'm like a gas line leaking in the house for hours, waiting for any reason to blow my lid like daddy leaving home, and the house-hold being blown to bits, i'm in control like the woman that holds your kids, making treats, do what you're told, or you'll never be able to hold them again, like court ordered extortion against the most unfortunate prick, that divorces his bitch, i didn't mean to go in your bizz, but i'd rather stab you in the back now, before we become friends, then you won't have to worry about it later, next time it'll be in the heart, so the pain will be greater, maybe we'll tear each other apart, and cover our scars with makeup, and become killer Clowns, 2 jokers, joking around, squirting water guns, with water so corrosive, that it erodes the flesh till your bones are showin

[Urban Dialect]

w

Originally Posted by Urban Dialect

maybe we'll tear each other apart, and cover our scars with makeup

like an abusive relationship where we tear each other apart and cover our scars with makeup sex