THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Exis]

Cravin' the mic, not really
my textin' is amazingly nice
so audio ain't a thing to me kid
you can make some cling to this shit and have us say that it's like
we're attracted to bull bitch
while it's the opposite fool
which,
isn't considered as raw kid but some lazyness typed.

[e11even]

Slimy as a courted labia midway through the night.
Iight tab tipping the tongue in a haze, tripping like
The days somehow made a way for the hike
Skimming the vines in each lane, catching the beige in the light
The fray with its cold, but'd still braise with that bite
Reminding one of the tews that tend to make the way back as nice.
The wave of regret and renewed faith in the sails of your life
But still makes you crave the craze that is the pains of your heights.

[Split]

i'm washing clean of this petri pilates.
it's cream cheese biscotti. that's gross.
that ghost, that you dapped, left his dignity rotting.
i'm raw and uncut like sycamore stumps,
sapping your sapience with meta4 sumps,
flag waves at lap pacing, catching the gradient
from semaphore clumps.

[Wise Wiggles]

I'll bend a whore's cunt in half then eat it
My mask is breathing. It asks to leave,
I laugh & grab my penis
Don't have my bladder leakage splash your cleavage
I soaked this rag in ether. Huff it then stab your wiener
I'm like a raptor, teething on human bones
I'm doing blow & crack this evening
I like where this is going- sapp & tree shit
I just can't believe It. Stupid, shiesty clown
I use the moon to write w/clouds
I'm nude & hyper now,
In class teaching the students to fight w/towels

[e11even]

Consonants can't prove i write with vowels.
Contrite the vows, as they sicken i wipe my mouth.
Nauseous aching, the caution staking,
An awesome undertaking to wipe you out.
Hang ten or twenty, bounties aplenty,
But the red on the leaves still whites you out.

[Exis]

I'll leave you silenced pal, quick to slice your mouth
from side to side go 'head and bite me now
I'm the wildest, doubt it? Yo get your mind around it
& your fuckin' life together 'stead of livin' like a coward.

[e11even]

More like i toke on hand sanitizer n' pose with costume jewels n' flour.
Prose?. Pfffffffft. I'm over the top, but I'm actually Pride's Terrence Howard.
Prize fighter. A fighter's surprise. Fight her, "Surprise!"
Tear her flower. Tear it out her. I'm fly. Ur a twin tower.
Puffing power. Ur a powder puff Powerpuff, not tougher than Sour
Patch value packs, you salvo-backed tiki Bowser.

No mc's were harmed in this intro's outro.

[Exis]

My elbows crack up features faster, your a weaklin' bastard
off the leash attached is a freakin' master
I masturbate on freaks until the semen's plastered
over every midget,
you senseless bitches can blow my digits
then owe shit back or get owned in minutes
by this boa constrikter that'll eat your asses.

[e11even]

Ewwwwwww... wat a scene to teach the masses!
With each goat kid i dip in beaker's acid...
I kid another GOAT with deep tissue ass kicks.
Its science. I got the glow. U can keep your matchsticks,
With your fiya flows n speakers pumpin that ether asher.
Imma sneaker snatcher... a deeper cat
To peep her snatch, going deeper than catheters.
U see this sleeper, black? Im a cheaper crack...
My lean is more old school than bball shoes with inner feet attached.
Geek. I been a beast. Its fact.

[Certain]

This is the non-confessional diary of an empty shoe,
left behind in the vestibule,
set to die as a vegetable.
Spinach. In a can. Wider aisles to enter through
at this grocery store. I'm open. You're closed.
Times align with the crescent moon.

[Exis]

As I slide out these sheets
my eyes are wide as can be, tryin' to see
yet my visions elusive blind sided by sleep
it takes some shit to get used ta when you can't view a thing
and aches a bit in the future if your losin' your dreams
I once dreamt I was rich
livin' on a treasure stacked island
with a precious ass wife and
around seven/eight kids
'stead I only have one child, no money
and I ain't content with my bitch.

[dead man]

well its clear you made some wrong decisions
reap and sow, the farmer's mission
raise your child with calm, conviction
instill in it your own traditions
watch it stray, refuse to listen
shooting up while you wash the dishes
now you're geriatric and weak
staring out the rearview of the passenger's seat
your lady will die, she's suicidal
prescription pills. no noose or rifle
hug her intently. a kiss, a confession -
tell her you want her good love and affection
tell her you love her right over the moon
as i fasten my belt and sneak out of your room

[dull boy]

Everything he has or wants is arranged in a method
of unchained interests. His flaw's distrust. He's lost so much
he's afraid of possessions, but craves to be better.
He plays under weathered. In pain. He protects her.
Saves what he faces for rain. He won't let her see it phases him. Never.
Mistakes they've made fade in forever as days where they feel safe come together.

[Wise Wiggles]

... over me. John Lennon supposedly wrote disease
Dawn threatens the older me. Prawn steppin' your Froto feet
Convinced the wrong legend to notice me
God's weapon. A rosary. The bong's messy
King for a day, then a pawn gets me
Life's a bully- a locker mumbles after a strong wedgy
Palms sweaty moms spaghetti, haunting Gettysburg
Five deep, talk already slurred. Shots & precious herb

[dull boy]

We live in a house made of each other. Intertwining inner linings, and I'll never quit her grinnin' smiling. 'cause yea, there's other fish in the sea. 7 billion and something. But I met you and I love you. Every inch of circumference that exists I will unzip and kiss til one hundred. There's bliss in that comfort. Being content with the numbness. The abyss of each other. Skin against skin, we stick to each other under these covers we stitch out of nothing.

[Wise Wiggles]

Amazing.

[Exis]

Nice sig lol.

[dull boy]

Amazing.

:)

[dull boy]

I'm goofy and playful. I'm looney, I'll rape you in the booty. I take shrooms and play tunes from I Love Lucy while dates swoon.

[Clayray]

Make room for the fat lady an her singing throat
Headlock from the goon leave you comatose
more than broke, versatile with the style I'm switchin flows
Hittin hoes, swervin while I'm serving downing a bottle of overdose

[Split]

she dotted lines and caught on stripes
like lightning bugs on power lines.
stepping between endless ending bells,
friendly welts you shed then let me felt,
depths Id tell every pool shark Id ever meet.
plastic-beds are warm to us on-and-off psilocybin freaks.
photographic dyes slip off your thighs...
i'm not so bad for an iconoclast,
im just lost from signs we took for local autographs.

[Wise Wiggles]

I played catch for the first time since junior year
Hate being distant. Take this imprint as a souvenir
Longing for touch.
Baffled by blushes & her rouge that smears
Feeling like Van Gogh right before he removed an ear
Life is just so stupid real, it's hard to always take
In, what's not being said as all these hallways shake
I've tried my best. Sacrifice. Regrets. A falling grace
I want to bounce out of it but the ball just breaks

[Split]

bitches that walk with a chock in their traipse,
like this is for god- her minister's podcast
skipping a rock, disc in the walkman,
"no" as it happens is a go ahead phrase....
closeness of state, bordered by oceans on atlas-
more demographics to poll so you'll know to behave

[Exis]

More grotesque than apes, your pose less than great
my form is all sick with it like your nodes filled with AIDS
every choice is on you son
and you've chosen mistakes
any boys you have used come
back to abuse cunts
'till they're practically toothless
after strokin' then chokin' deep throatin' they snakes.

[CopyPat]

shit got wack in here, im ticked off, havin beers
what else is new? spit hot lava lyrics, im hell with spews
the hip hop racketeer spellin a few
i lift off, blasted. cheers, cellyin too
my dicks not average, dear. gender approved
the thick cock haver here, measurements huge

[Just Write]

I'm a loaded weapon. Fuck chrome, i got them golden wesson's.
Any joker present can get there neck broke in second's,
I hold the leverage over every competitor. ya'll just perpetrators
And all Haters get smoked like a perculator, straight merked to vapors.
Ya'll just a herd of nerds. im an urkel hater. An urban slater
Come closer and ill show you hoes how to work a razor

[e11even]

pardon my intrusion on your lofty thoughts,
i'd often wrought angles to rot angels in my cauldron pots.
the devil's in the details... your seams. you're lost...
and so it seems, it'd sew your seams to steam where your wrinkles cross...

or die in my demon broth.

[dead man]

there's a dissonance that hits me when i'm boarding the train
zen-like, orchids and cranes. apple orchards, forests aflame
rode to the lake. threw a stone at the water
we used to play games. now we're old as our fathers
write a poem, catch a cold and go to the doctor
pen dipped in arsenic. acid coated with phosphorous
my only Alma Mater. schools of goldfish and otters
its lonely at the top, but it's home to the prosperous

[Alfred Kipling]

ode to the monuments, choke your esophagus, mostacholi to complement my mode of reconnaissance - no, not the pasta dish. italian jobs for gold. i'm the operative safe cracker code man, obnoxious as CodeMan the rapist who snowballs his documents after blowing his father, which only is possible cuz he slipped his mom Rohypnol as consequence for scolding his partnerships with Joseph and Father Jim, his fellow molesters. i've settled for better, but settled for worse. intentions are pleasure, but method is hurt. i am essential to earth, the energy surge, you're a speck of dirt, but worse. bully kids, go home and cry about it. sensitive jerk

[e11even]

gnomes in lawn's anonymous...
pawn astronomers with dome tachometers
with the zoom off... unknown in metropolis.
the epitome of an epiphany's brainchild conglomerate...
gray matters not in a minority's dominance.
priority: prominence. dominos: cognisance.

[Wise Wiggles]

A dawn's brilliance. Strong winds get drawn in it.
God's song snippets chirp like lawn crickets. Earth.
Long minutes. Church. Raw. Image. Birth.
Wondering what luxury is whilst water spickets purge
Yeah. Dope. On the nod, a distant verge
What's real are the choices we're chained to
Oysters are faithful. Meal of poison & paint fumes
Stealing your oil in Plainview

[big baby]

A free spirit monster, free falling at atmospheric volume. Teach a parrot to talk human and chirp back when its learned all of it. A strong nuisance. I could write awesome sad lyrics, softened. Buy condoms and wink at the cashier, and ask if theres blowup dolls that are at clearance. A vast spirit, The vampiric carnage. Took a slab of garlic cloves. And swallowed it whole. Edward Cullen but sexier. Pose with my shirt off and force you to bite me cause, dyslexia. A scarlet prose, filled with dabs of darkened mould. iCarly's old now. My Harleys chrome. And I ride it home and make sure to rev because, hello, I'm compensating. MY pens sating when I come. Pensive end game and you're done. Aweful. Thats why when he rhymes its sorta in relation to my elated rhyme crazy, line grazing formula. Im sicker than syphilis mixed matter, and if you check the sketches, the genetic codes a phonetic stoning of my rhythmic jizz pattern. I write rad poems with blood used as ink from sophomores. But use AB negative so the poems in turn, cost more. Its sullen when i carbon copy a dozen fakes and suddenly disembody William Gates. Most couldnt stop me with a wooden steak. A book of knowledge with no pages filled. A crooked calling to rapistville. Valentines vomit, carve a stone of chocolate. You gotta break some ovaries to make a NOMellete. Nom nom on my consciousness. Take a break, or take my sauce. Dancing salsa with a romantic taco, emphatic longbow. Overdrive sadist. Poltergeist rapist, voltron primed. Soldier sized. Famous. I'm turbo drawn drainage bulbous bomb bailiff. McCulley Caulkens gone AWOL. He wasnt in the A-list. Marvelous mention, narcotic dipped end-scene. Playing "Something about us" By Daft Punk while lighting up a cigar in the red sea.
Whys Weighs

[Aesthetic]

im cold as cop cones.
free like jim jones.
Hot, im seated on thrones.

[dead man]

groove eagerly, 1080P, Blu-DVD show
juices you secrete for me. they ooze secretly
canvas art, wall mount, thumbtacks, new scenery
crude decency. nude, feces spewing sheepishly

[Frank]

Spewing sheepishly...

Rude awakening: noonish, leisurely, brewing greenery,
Maneuver easily through the fiens, the groups in stupor; lean with me.
I'm from the rude region where everbody boos. Beef with me.
New York New York. Brand New. The New King is me.

[Just Write]

....the new king is me


Eyes set on a nudist beach at noon in a week
usually i dont do this but i need some new boobies to see
truthfully, im just lookin to bust a nut
fuck a slut. Big dick style, rupture a gut
im talkin fuckin it up til she screamin my name
"Wait bitch i'm brantley who tha fuck is jermane"..
:(

[Split]

autumn beseeches
in ghostlings of cedar,
reader invoked- I'm contrived,
I admit. I live life for a theater of one,
horizons eclipsed.
my viewership's dipping, rewind, readmit.

[Split]

21st

we exchange apologies
like business cards.
respectful distance
by the coffee table
i check the typeset
against my own

[dead man]

meta much, headwind rush - your method was a septic plunge
so who had the better cunt
megan fox or kirsten dunst?
the answer is, they're separate fucks
don't take them at face
value we lace
our lungs with rust
and our passion with hate.

[Lars]

I'm the catalyst change doesn't want to bothered with. The last that remains. I'm a solitary columnist, tapping away at some novel I'll probably sit staring at, lost in it's fairly blank plot and twist. Where's it at? I've forgot. Teared in half, but buy a copy. Writing often frustrates me more. I try to stop and take a draw from my cigarette end, that shit is expensive. I'm quitting again. Sitting on fences just isn't me. I'm a little offensive, but fuck what you see.

[Wise Wiggles]

These are mime poems.. I'm just a seed to your pinecone
Teething on rhyme-bones. Eating out the sleaziest dime clones
I'm grown ? No doubt. Dope clown, losing himself in low clouds
I wanna mow down euphoria flowers. The gorgeous are sour
Love has a ring to it. But you'll get divorced in an hour
I'm bout to tell a tubby bitch to teleport to no where
3d tv so clear I can smell the shore.
Like good ppl know what hell is for..

[e11even]

bifocal focal vantage- peerless peers through the digitized infinity.
rigid strokes invoke a rant-ish earless veer off the cliff of sanity.
no one hears the jeers. they cant. its a tantrum through silent vanity.
"Play the game to win" while your insides crackle, erupting cinders of calamity.
You hurt. time wanes as your roots leave the dirt. All but a molt is the reflection seen.
bolt, usain. you dolt, you bain. you hope. you strain. Inactions teem.
Reaction's inacting this lack of esteem. this backless sap shit. this cracked-up regime.
This back knows his team, yet the fumble's evident.
The volcano is dormant. His landscape reigns supreme.

[dull boy]

.

[dull boy]

.

[Certain]

Why?

[dull boy]

Drink Bud Light.

[Certain]

Sink love bites into her pink bug's eye.

[dull boy]

Deluxe lives die when I debunk lies. Tree trunks try, but can't escape my free hugs. I'm
a disease. A mean mug *sigh* Can't seem to keep up with my weed numbed mind.

[dull boy]

I see stuff when I squeeze shut eyes and think of what we must hide just to become sides of ourselves we unveil without feeling like we must lie, or cling onto some conceived of pride. Used to believe. Loved life. Can you imagine? I was at least fun. I'd greet, hug, hi, and send 'em on their way like, 'he must be just high, 'cause he was, just seemed so... fine.'

[Natural]

[B]I dominate this abomination of a congregation
With my strong lyrics appearance its bombs away son
I declare invasion, I just hit the snares abrasive
I'm in prepared formation, I bet you're scared away from
My stare and gazing flair portrayed, I'm rare to hate
But just in case you better barricade you're bare estate
Do you dare escape my terror or make an error late?

[dull boy]

I'm a non-active animal activist. I once hit a deer by accident. He became my passenger.

Wit is different. Sick and twisted. Was kidding when I claimed to be demented. Had 'em in stitches. Turned 30 and something switched. It's, what was hilarious puns got scarier once I admitted that I meant it.

[Natural]

Intended to leave the game scented with endless loss
Oh well its the sentiment that counts, knock off the scoff
Demented plots locked inside my noggin for me to stock
When I body you, you'll see the outlined victim in chalk

[e11even]

Ur an irrelevant species... comparable to elephant feces.
Each parable I paraphrase catapults me to deity.
Kinda. Like your normalcy is unbearably easy.
Like the day I was born I was a nightmare to the Lord of the Rings team.
Or something like that.

[Natural]

You can learn to follow the scheme, I'm dope
I'm the essence of bottled steam and so
I hollow you're dreams til they go up in smoke
You bound by the seams, I'm seamless with flow
I careem through the charts redeeming my heart
I'm creatively fluid, and brewing up art

[Natural]

We as artists try our hardest to please ourselves
We're hoping exposing the truth feeds our sells
Sometimes we're devistated by criticism
The blogs the critics written fog the vision well
It feels like an assault from salty cynic cells
Adapt and evolve an exhalted sense of self
Strengthen you're resolve and continue to excel
On the mic, on stage, within you the venue dwells

[e11even]

How does one manage to capture a ravishing thought remastered?
weak casters appear as hapless bots that only see from the rafters.
that flaw can diminish the awe that broadens each pasture,
a one-dimensional draw that, in turn, limits all possible answers.

...

[Paradigm]

Once the second rate flow begins, the inner hatred resonates and grows within.
I'm weapons grade plutonium ready to deonate, exploding when section eight loads me in
Fuck THAT topical shit, I'd rather make opticals flip and shatter wit a kelidescope effect
cuz the hypest dopest text you mightve wrote in jest gets outdone in half a stroke or less

[Split]

i tweeted funny things for you.
wait. i deleted those funny sheets of crude.
fuck it. i'd fiend your ridicule. i'd bleed
the beatings like blissful readings from Beatitudes.
lick it up, every awk touch like finger food
til you stop, blush, and bring me dinner too.
it fucking embitters you. spit on the path
you'd have me socially flit slash fidget through,
filling my glass with some of that winter booze.
sit back and wait for that bitch to visit, dude,
remap every sweet snap
and wish she'd speak back gently in
quicker sweeping intervals,
it doesn't mean jack that she's kissing you, Figure Two:
it just seems. i mean. she probably like...
she doesnt seem that into you

[Pinot Grij]

Artistry is fuckery, comedy's a must for me
Soft and dull topicals are honestly a buck apiece
Don't care about the issues of your knot-wrenched heart
Or your metaphysical musings, kid, you're not that smart
This shit is unbearable, fuck your whimsical fairy world
It's intrinsically terrible and I couldn't care at all
Say something funny, some kind of engrossing tale
An engaging verse these days is like finding the Holy Grail

[e11even]

Holy hell! I scream and yell from this moldy cell
As I boldy tell the same shit you fail ta wholly sell.
Paradigms for a pair of dimes get paraphrased to impair the times.
Ensnaring lives in a page is not just a gift, but present to your glaring eyes
beware... your wares are false stock and fail to rise
compare in size and magnitude to the fallice upon which you fantasize.

[Wise Wiggles]

throat famine dry under salmon skies
ear images Skrillex can't design
asinine pantomimes trying to cancel time
headspinning like those roadside fucks handle signs
writing pyramid schemes on a camel ride
be normal? who else you know w/a phantom life
mr. Big shit til ya pride & joy has to dance for lines
lol w/e
cigarette sun burns.
..beware how bright the cancer shines

[CopyPat]

..beware how bright the cancer shines

I barely write.. I pass the time by burying snipes on patches of ice
Inherently nice at handling ice, the stereotype of Canada’s right

Cause I’m going half clapper and top cheddy
These back-checkers get caught guessing
My shots heavy and accurate too
I sauce deadly, exactly to dudes
The jocks of tendys just land in the roof
When cocked n ready, I’m cashin it huge
My passing eludes the deftest defensemen
I slash in and juke in less than a second
Unless there’s a ref then I’m taking some liberties
I’ll question your methods and skating abilities
Amazing agility, nothin but head fakes, sucker
I’m basically Sid to these fuckin dead weight pluggers


Totoro

[NYCSPITZ]

Loll dope I'll contribute a puck verse later

[Natural]

You can spit a dope verse worth worship
The pope even let a curse blurt toward it

[Natural]

Don't you dare say that you apologize
You can stare straight into these hollow eyes
I don't care whatchu say its all a lie
You're affair has degraded all our time
I've spent many nights all balled up crying
In deep dabate if I should call you're place
I could just imagine you're dolled up face
Wine colored lips and the balm id have to taste
No way you could compare the burn of hate
I feel betrayed and dumped in digrace
Our love has decayed with the growing space
Between the legs of the slut you portray

[Xyakan]

A murderous mind elaborates with me.
Feeling a hundred voices filling a soul that's empty.

[e11even]

"Mission impossible, Agent Inoperable!
There's a spy on the loose in an octopus suit!
Get ready to hop out and shoot through the ink that he's lobbing at you!"
"Oh shut up! That's not gunna do.
I'll just do a drive-by dual wield as I hop out the roof...
He'll be as cooked as a lobster, red as cranberries too!"

[Mr. J]

I carry the standard your married to, alongside the buried truth
I shovel more dirt on fakes, the "real" I show respect to very few
leave em' slayed along with their merry crew
contrary to...popular belief your gifts are made from imaginary youth
you garbage, but there are still a few things you try to hold merit to...
like...careless views, misguidance in verse with the cross you carry through
shit son, I'm bored of the fabrication, I'm relaxing naked
but still keep enough weaponry to crack your face in hatred

[Natural]

I'm so brash with habits and I flash so lavish
I've surpassed you maggots who bashed my rappin
I've detached from mentors and entered the dragon
I'm centered in passion I spit verbs in fashion
Flip words just spazzin, I'm a sick kid with caption
Explicit and savage, ya'll addicted to status
I'm ya eviction by constriction with diction
Assassin of stature, i'm slashing you bastards
Depicted as master, vicious, vivid with vision
Eclipse of the masses, the darkness recaptured
Revisit the scripture, revelation, disaster
Wrath of a titan, half of em frightened
My Path is righteous, blast em with lightning
I'm fantastic, don't bite me, gymnastic with rhyming
My pen spasims, delighted, just asking for writing
Can you match it? Well try me. Just attach it by me

[e11even]

These dinner plate servants penetrate serpents in quicker haste than quaker state circulates in an Indy Race circuit. Renovate verses or disintegrate purpose. You tend ta hate in a place where u assimilate or purge wins...

[Mr. J]

Curses...Cursive verses reversed in versions of devil talk
popping medal off a mental rock. Nervous urgency worsens
Purposely perfect pebbles drop. the avalanche begun
Management becomes a hassle. its an accurate slump
Packed with a punch. and a peanut butter jelly
you soft I guess you can be real underbelly

[Natural]

Stacking up accolades and critical acclaim
I'm cracking up half the day, no physical strain
I've formed safe thinking with this large criminal brain
It's only natural that i move to the gun bars
Packing a mosberg let's me blast but don't run far

[Natural]

I handle my business, go ham on the witless
And plan the ballistics to damage the critics
In my view their bitches ,just too analytic
They try to discredit ,all my writings depictions
Prying at each sentence, distorting intentions
It's time for my vengeance, you swine will be ended
My rhymes are defending, each line is acidic
Admit it you're foul, you witnessed me shitting

[Natural]

I harbor a tortured soul, I'm stripped of hope and so
Hopelessly addicted to opiates, so be it, indulge, go
Service the impluse, never mind exercising control
Sobriety effects you're emotion so let the oxy patrol
You're body and set the dial back to maximum dull
Relax and let go of society entirely, euphoria's home
Melt inside of the forged stone barracading ya dome
Gorge on the pills, don't support the force of the guilt
The peoples rehab retorts are a horse shit of a deal
You're happyness won't be restored, you'll actually feel
Like you're a walking tragedy still and grow mentally ill
Eventually you'll be vengefully fueled and end the cruel
meaningless exsistance and pass away entering another
demention and oxy will be waiting for you to regain friendship
So you see now that its senseless to break this kinship
It's oxy and Clyde and we're going to ride off into the sunset...

[Split]

she change up them eyelids,
she laced up in Osiris-
red splash on that tan
like slave blood on papyrus.

[e11even]

I helm Hell's armada,
9 realms quelled in my honor-
From dwarves to elves high
All dwell, held til nigh slaughter...

[Fig]

Is this a fart or a shit
I'll embark on it
Let it slip in the dark
...ah, it was shit

[Wise Wiggles]

I rub it in my facial area
nigger raping crackas - no racial barrier

[Mr. J]

Hysteria the best kind of riot
I'm daring ya to go 'head and try it

[CopyPat]

half awake sleepin, heart attack beatin
i'll pass away dreamin, cardiac screamin
can't escape cleavage, masturbate. semen
activate demons, blast away, cya!

[Fig]

Exacerbated fiendish activities through the weekend
A pastor faded, leading his ministry through the deep end

[Wise Wiggles]

The poop I'm squeezing in my hand is cute and dreamy
It's like a huge panani. I'm wearing some dude's bikini
doing jumping jacks in the nude, and peeing
I think people think I'm I'm European

[CopyPat]

bahahahahahhahahaah

i can't even function after that^

honerable mention to fig too. nice whole bar rhyme scheme, ur welcome for teaching that tto you

[Wise Wiggles]

I'll paint a mural, breathing
Releasing ether,
eating a gyro, bleeding
Like where my ear go, Lisa?

[Fig]

I murder semen with a heat lamp pointed straight at my penis
then go in fully laid back. Anointing eight of my nieces.

[Fig]

bahahahahahhahahaah

i can't even function after that^

honerable mention to fig too. nice whole bar rhyme scheme, ur welcome for teaching that tto you

Bitch you aint teach me SHIT

lol (thanks uncle.pat!!x)

[CopyPat]

easy bitch i'm sneaky sick
you can practically smell the herpes creepin
i'm magic with spells: inertia treatment
cause ur raps don't move me..turf em, Jesus

[Fig]

I'm castrated, my aunt's faded, my jacks dated
My cats racist, the blacks hate it, I'm faceless

[CopyPat]

i sucked on a tit while it lactated
but her milk was sour... she needs to back date it
cause it was bad tasting. mad complaining
in bad taste about that day when her tat's deflated
i'm exacerbated, like tax payers with bad payments
backs achin', and i lack patience. feelin bad, hated
gettin fast wasted, just mad gamin
but fack playstation, im talkin rap game'n
with u 2 wack faggots

[Wise Wiggles]

Lets set up a table with place mats
Where we plug anals and make jazz
Play with animals and kill people
Sell people. Buy people. If you steal people
Are they still people?
Morpheous gimme another pillllll negro

[CopyPat]

hold up dub dub, this ain't the gay cyph, kooky
roll up puff puff, and take that straight life doobie

[Fig]

You spew rap in such a wack fashion
Me n wise do dabs n zig zaggin like it's backgammon

[Certain]

Now chug up that Drain-O and take tabs,
crush up the Day Glo's as bass blasts.
We're bungalow neighbors with taste, man,
so huddle up, make out and face plant.

[Fig]

If you blowing, it's a second dick
gay dudes show n say you owing one like your record bitch

[CopyPat]

look im sorry for calling u homo's
so heres my sortof apalogy, yo bro
but it woulda sorta be hard to quote though
cause u recorded the sodomy with go-pro

[CopyPat]

look at certain how he's proper with his grammar
i took insurance out to copulate his grandma
that's how we populated canada, and all we ate was canibus
golly may its scandalous, bombs away im blastin hits

[Certain]

Fig is like a son of mine. Pat is fond of puns and rhymes.
Wise doesn't like me, but I no longer wonder why.

[Fig]

That's a low blow, like gay fag midgets who known to rape ass
On eachothers shoulders in an overcoat. I hate that.
I'm eight stacks. That 5.more than dre could attain. FACT.
I dated an arab to be 40,000 above. In great ass

[Fig]

Pat ty for naming yourself after my dog
Now the true test comes with peanut butter and tongs

[Fig]

PEANUT BUTTER AND TONGS.
see the fluttering flaw when we near an utterance drawn, you peer, a lover is drawn.

[CopyPat]

figs a majestic specimen, enlightening essence
a sick with the texting mexican who's slightly aggressive
a midst his eccentric methods he is quite the contender
cause that six and eleven record is just mighty impressive

[CopyPat]

whole thread ethered.
Certain
shut it down

[Wise Wiggles]

only shaved once since November and I'm always broke
I'm a raw mother fucker homie and that ain't a joke

[Wise Wiggles]

I got a beard again. Look at Wise! He typing weird again
when ever I'm near my friends there's always cum I mean coke on the mirror again

[CopyPat]

pilll negro was ill sheet bro
you got that ill street blues
im on that blue streak illness. that poutine grillness. straight greasin on a ho, thats my routine fellas

[CopyPat]

punctuate? i purposely don't do it well
whats-his-face Certain can go screw himself!!

[Split]

it's not seldom. ive set up office in lots of 7/11s,
cut songs off the hook, hooked off your telephonetics.
yeah you stammer, yeah you stanza over samples,
play your odds, pray to Gods, statistics be believed-
so far your off-brand of answer key's complete.
it's gotten me to see, believability is a curse...
I could chart the Pleiedes off your Riemann curves.
it's not that we've stopped seeing each other,
we've never rediscovered meeting since our first.
points of conversation. pointless constellations,
shapes in some subconscious, poised to offer consolations
for not corroborating, composites drawn up
in the process observations birthed.

[e11even]

bare backing in barcelona barefoot became the bare minimum
till barry, backing the bidder, bet on the barbitruate bistro's bitter end.
barely a bitter boy, barry bolstered his braggadoccio to bend the bitching bidder. then
the bitcher bit back, bitch-slapping the bender with a bailey's bottle beside a binger's tin.

barry, befuddled and beat, b-lined for the brittle kimber... BANG. "Bacon slivers, Ben!"

[Fig]

Plenty people placing his penis as prime prerogative
Probably product of pounding.pussy in a prada skin

[DexLabb]

aching soul, electric heart, faceless pose
i been trapped in this cement, shit it made me cold
colder than 50 below, with bare nutsack exposed
colder than my brew, when the mountain's blue

you know? no? fuck it. we aint got time to teach
when the hip hop preacher got rent to make
guess we dont got time to preach - annnnd
i dont give a fuck about any-a-thinggg. spark it up

any-a-thing. i see behind my eyes i can reach
like when drake got his first grammy like, why me?
now im behind my keyboard like, me? not likely...
its all about psyche. please god... rewrite me,

now were in this place of rain and fire and lust
and the rush is enough. oooh its just enough...
i pour my past into this styrafoam cup, toast it up
the city slows down man i been outta touch..

[Exis]

With every thread on they frame
the homeless shelter themselves where their restin' place lays,
where they've nestled for days
drenched souls under God's sprinkler with no umbrella to raise
a distorted view that is cloudy without your head in the way
is to block out the rain from the heavens
'fore you have quenched what is drained.

[dead man]

mister miyagi, minister swami
give the ministers mommy a bit of salami
twitching her body like epileptics in heat
got drugs? send them to me

[Fig]

I'm gifted, yall twisted as shifting rubix cubits,
that means you peel off when heat of the game gets too sick to fix.
I harm a goomba for miles. An expert shroomish student.
My karma sutra has styles of execution to it.
You used to do it like I do, till the dual wield katanas
Sent you in a sheet to your moma and neuronal nirvana.
Just try to trump and catch mild humps to your child's butt.
He's wild! Nuts! Couldn't vile up all his vile shtuff.
With writing emo but slightly cerebral
That's cuz I'm real though, while they use fronts like when biting taquitos.
I pinch my foreskin closed before blowing a load,
then unleash a sultry show that's distorting ya nodes.
Knowing me, the cold case is closed as hoe legs yo!
The cocaine flow raise ya hair like some Rogaine foam.
I'm over and out, but not without a courtesy bow,
to make my ass cheeks speak. Bet you've heard of me now.

[Witty]

dead man

I got plenty of weed, blended with speed
But I can't send it for free
PAY ME MONIES...or 80 bunnies
Maybe making funnies will make the day seem sunny
I'm a vacant dummy on a crash test
I pass meth to ladies who flash breasts
Stabbin' babies with bad breath
The craziest fad, no, yes, maybe... blah, death.

[Witty]

Skinny jeans are for little peens
and people who diddle teens
and sheeple with fickle dreams
Being punched in the face on sight,
is something that Raekwon likes,
as well as fucking with 8 tonne dykes
who be sucking his taint all night.

[e11even]

Seminole subliminal rituals turned to critical
Non-fiction wholesale pale face male demolition roles.
Arrows and hatchets were no match for gun barrels and blacksmiths,
Clymidia, taxes and annexations in practice.
What a formidable faction this fraction of ex brit ignorant Saxons,
Way back then, a black skinned citizen wasn't even 3/5 of an ass.
Nowadays we snicker in class at loinclothed men n imagine
Thanksgiving, when really the fact is that it never existed. THE BASTARDS!
The past tense is really what's after. Doomed from the beginning
By the four Fathers' self-entitlements, glittery vats of SHIT.
I'm proud to be American but.... Fuck it. SALUTE TO MY AFRICANS!!!

[DexLabb]

Verse 1
..i been outta touch, yeah i been outta touch
like fallin out of love with hip hop, aint enough,
i sacrifice my life, shit i'd give another lung
just for a second lung, and when the seconds tick bitch im more than clutch,
im drive shaft, im cylinder. take a look at the game & im killin her
my engine runs on dumb sluts, good weed n' pilsner
we dont got that much time, life is here and gone its crazy
i just hope these numbers can lie to you babyyyy

& it go,

i was blind now i got a vision, still i can't see it
shit, my lyrics could be on rapgenius,
and my life is fucked up but im still here schemin'
hater suck a fat penis, check me out

Chorus
~cause i ain't got no hope, nah i ain't got no hope

[DexLabb]

wrote it to kirko bangz drank in my cup instrumental, homie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnKxHW-OCp0


(starts before first beat)

ooh im comin for your bitch, everything you got
i want it twice as bad, you better believe that shit
ooh you better believe that bitch, i want your girl
i want your car everything you are, it aint that far
cause im lit. im lit. im lit like a motherfucker, how long has it been?
every lonely night @ 12 A-M, her lipstick on the rim,
c'mon and sit on my obelisk, it aint holy, it aint catholic
it ain't, i'll fuck me a sad bitch, im out of reasons to live,
fucks to give and love to twist into jugs of piss
that rain down whenever that dumb ass text, like,
"i hate you. i cant stand you. god DAMN you,"
these girls cheat. these girls steal. they do what they can do.
and im all bout me. but, there was a time when i wasn't
used to be bout fate now im on that just because shit,

& what's it,

[DexLabb]

shake those memories away, and they dissolve
like predictions in magic 8 ball
whats your status? may all, of your promises
be broken, and your lonely nights be spoken
and your sadness be potent, drink it all, girl, drink it allll

[dead man]

remember me as a time of day.
memory is to mind decay as
ecstasy is to smiling pain,
jimmy deans in the microwave
signal me for the right-of-way
better be in the driver's lane
never sleeping, i'm wide awake
enemies often hibernate
77 hideaways,
leveling in the final stage
record needle let vinyl play,
hella decent like '98
wretched evil and violent, hey -
Ebenezer who flies away
presently to a time delay.
never needed a dime to pay

[Split]

Zen is the art of blacking your senses.
pausing your functions. the abbey is empty,
tapping on temples as long as your touches
prevent the eyelashes drawn on your thumbtips
from blinking enough that your thoughts are percussive.

[CopyPat]

I DON'T RAP TO FUCKIN SAY ANYTHING BITCH
I FLOW CRAP AND BUST THE STRAIGHT MEDICINE SHIT
LEGALLY DOPE.
AND ALL YOUR RHYMES UNEVENLY WROTE
I GOT A T-SHIRT THAT SAYS DO YOU EVEN BRO?
AND IT REFERS TO RHYMING. DO YOU EVEN THOUGH?
I'M VOODOO EVIL DOPE, DAWG. YOU POODLE/BEAGLE SO SOFT
I GOOGLE PEOPLE CLOTHES OFF, CAUSE NUDITY IS SO HOT
THE BOOBS WILL PEEK THROUGH MOST BRAS, USUALLY, ON THOSE BROADS
I'M LOSING IT, I'M SO LOST. HALLUCINATING, TOAST. GONE.
I'M SITTING IN A BATHTUB JUST RUMINATING, POST-MORTEM
I DIED A LITTLE INSIDE CAUSE HUMANS MAKE ME CROAK PROBLY
OR MAYBE IT'S THIS COKE PROBLEM? IT SURE HELPS ME GET AWAY
I'M PURE HEALTHY, GET IT STRAIGHT. I PREFER PEPSI ANYWAYS.
I'M BURP TESTING FIZZY DRANK, DOWN EITHER BLOOD-WAY
SERVED, INGESTING MINI EGGS ON EASTER SUNDAY
WITH THE CREEPER BUNNY, WHO'S 3 FOOT SOMETHING
I LEASHED EM UP TO KEEP FROM JUMPING GUYS
CAUSE HE JUST HUMPS AND RIDES, JESUS FUCKIN CHRIST!!

[Dove Dozer]

I DON'T RAP TO FUCKIN SAY ANYTHING BITCH
I FLOW CRAP AND BUST THE STRAIGHT MEDICINE SHIT
LEGALLY DOPE.
AND ALL YOUR RHYMES UNEVENLY WROTE
I GOT A T-SHIRT THAT SAYS DO YOU EVEN BRO?
AND IT REFERS TO RHYMING. DO YOU EVEN THOUGH?
I'M VOODOO EVIL DOPE, DAWG. YOU POODLE/BEAGLE SO SOFT
I GOOGLE PEOPLE CLOTHES OFF, CAUSE NUDITY IS SO HOT
THE BOOBS WILL PEEK THROUGH MOST BRAS, USUALLY, ON THOSE BROADS
I'M LOSING IT, I'M SO LOST. HALLUCINATING, TOAST. GONE.
I'M SITTING IN A BATHTUB JUST RUMINATING, POST-MORTEM
I DIED A LITTLE INSIDE CAUSE HUMANS MAKE ME CROAK PROBLY
OR MAYBE IT'S THIS COKE PROBLEM? IT SURE HELPS ME GET AWAY
I'M PURE HEALTHY, GET IT STRAIGHT. I PREFER PEPSI ANYWAYS.
I'M BURP TESTING FIZZY DRANK, DOWN EITHER BLOOD-WAY
SERVED, INGESTING MINI EGGS ON EASTER SUNDAY
WITH THE CREEPER BUNNY, WHO'S 3 FOOT SOMETHING
I LEASHED EM UP TO KEEP FROM JUMPING GUYS
CAUSE HE JUST HUMPS AND RIDES, JESUS FUCKIN CHRIST!!

The flu right there. Dopeness

[Just Write]

Lost in my demons of self
No release, Someone save me.
Life's just fucking crazy.
Amazing, the taste of hell.
Ive paid my debt,
Still charged interest.
Father figure laid to rest
Is that part of the gimmick?
It's getting harder to visit,
Family's just a distraction.
Now I lost my passion,
wish to rot then burn to ashes.
How was my day?
It was fuckin fantastic.
But my facial display
Screams nothing but average.

[Just Write]

Who wanna catch a hachet in the back of the neck?
The assasin of text. Back, wreakin havoc on these passionless vets
Im advancing my depth, hoping to unleash these demons.
this beast's in need of treatment so I just feast on weaklings

[Split]

Talking is cluttered.
Souvenir's of speak, to pick and pull at.
You kiss the bowl pack. Attic or ship belly.
Classical Split dwellings. I'm Spaceman Spliff.
These crates stand thick like meteor clouds,
or guests at your wedding tucked into media bounds

[e11even]

...Media's bounds? pfft. Those ppl are hounds.
Steeples stagger, no regal factions can beleaguer these counts.
TMZ, BBC... OMG! All alike, vampires according to famous peoples' accounts.
But in a blue moon, you see, this tool's useful on a few grounds...
I'm outside the Clipper stadium... undisclosed location and...
I'm neatly dressed and dangerous. finger stretched and aiming in...

"Mr. Sterling... come out, come out... your name was picked..."

[CopyPat]

Machette swingin, at any man that said he blingin, I be petty, when I walk you can hear my pennies clingin. Steady brining constant bangers, honest judgments get lost in anger, hang ya like the Boston Strangler, mangle your boss on camera. Lick shots, toss the hammer that cost ya fam, ya lost ya grandma to cross this man, I’ll toss an amateur. Challenge Cop ya better have the cross in ya hand with ya. I leave you de-moted. My style you can’t de-code it, your rhymes sound like a geek wrote it….OK, I’m reloaded. Pull out my dick and make you bitches deep throat it. Bust on chickens, make sure that their beak’s coated. Smack your face till your mothafuckin cheeks bloated. My heat scolded your sensitive skin, leave the body parts of your best friends in a bin. The bad thing I done that shit for less than a fin, went to your funeral and I was tempted to grin. Left a dent on your chin, fuck repentin my sins, like a rigged election, I was destined to win. Rock shows, drop flows and leave you bastards burnin, fuck your face up so bad you thought Picasso was your plastic surgeon. You cats is squirmin beneath my feet and beggin, make the hardest rapper start preachin heaven like a freakin reverend. Got skills when I’m spittin lines, chasin loot like someone’s pullin 100 dollar bills by fishing line. And I might swarm ya set, fuck a battle, grab a wack mc and hang em by the mic cord and jet. The knife or the tech, I make my victims choose, I’m an alcoholic, even McNuggets get dipped in booze. Sick with screws missin, bring pain if ya crews dissin, targeting a coward while I’m aimin at you, pissin.

[Split]

sometimes i write, normal, to show the rest is on purpose,
the emphatic performer, taking questions in person.
i step out of characters... reattach different organs,
cause I fashion my narrative presence from a listing of sources.
my stories are prepared from copy edits, cut experience, too.
altogether, a serious few. a break-up. various feuds.
sex and sum fuk. the sedatives that buried too soon.
revelations revised and recalled until they're as empty as you.
a martyr who's "soon" to be "eventually"... "talk about late, kid",
Jesus was you, with a placard, and a congregation
every weekend, these apartments our graveyard.
commuting's as far as the community, isnt it?
it's hard to be you when you used to be different.

[Illume]

You arrive at this place in the unkindest of ways,
Still findin your face while Im high and deranged
Demonic ways run way deeper than brains,
So Im livin myself, but you, youre still dyin in ways.
Eternitys gaze sees me falling from grace,
Call it disgrace. But I don't really rate what it says.
Im great.. See I see the dismay and hollow remains,
Of some bothered, deflated lyricists still tryina relate.
Lemme find you some space, open as wounds that I make,
Write you a page stained with the ooze from your brains.
Effects that you fake, deprived of a part, so now you just fast,
See a skeptic's a lover whose heart's been killed in the past.
So the art is your path, where your soul can hurt freely,
Youre so needy! ..... but I don't need the fuckin herd. Really.
This fate's with me. Now run quickly. Youre finished.
I figured you ... youre just another created cynic

[Mitch]

I'm a cynic but at least i know the difference between living a gimmick
and really living this spitting, i spit with persistence, conviction
Realistic of distant, i pick it, its sick weather or not i settle with plots
or just babble and unravel the box you're trapped in with thoughts
that lack conception of your past when wrestling with the mask of oppression
before collapsing unquestioned, the more you sat, the less you attracted progression
your actions remembered, but how you had come to the conclusion of doing is rendered ineffable, everything you've ever known since letting go was a wretched hole,
where your self had sold your soul for wealth in gold, either smelted ore, or mental coal.

[DexLabb]

cob webs in my head

look,

i got a shit list. it starts with these scripture bitches
and ends with a whip thats harder than a limp dick,
i mean, softer than a rib kick by anderson silver while he
spins, twists and defies physics with the power of
a silverback gorilla, what? yeah im rilla, im hot fiya
i got it you dont, read my flows n' u got to perspire,
drew berrymore. id fuck an old ass hairy whore with
michael jackson gloves on ,bitch this aint a love song

[Split]

I dont scheme shit, I just breathe in...
...then type cause if you aint aware, this only just text rap.
coding instarhyme schemes. codeine and some wet naps.
floating in some Visine. coasting to some oldies.
might be hoping that you text back, told me I'm the only
and I know you never meant that. I'm literally an idiot.
So many redos, the chance for recurrence is statistically significant.
You're just fiddling with nothing to fill. The harsh of the mic.
Carpe device. Parlayed the knife, she stumbled on pills
and I loved her to life. Narratives just bleed into sappy,
America's deviant backseat

[Baron Mynd]

Machette swingin, at any man that said he blingin, I be petty, when I walk you can hear my pennies clingin. Steady brining constant bangers, honest judgments get lost in anger, hang ya like the Boston Strangler, mangle your boss on camera. Lick shots, toss the hammer that cost ya fam, ya lost ya grandma to cross this man, I’ll toss an amateur. Challenge Cop ya better have the cross in ya hand with ya. I leave you de-moted. My style you can’t de-code it, your rhymes sound like a geek wrote it….OK, I’m reloaded. Pull out my dick and make you bitches deep throat it. Bust on chickens, make sure that their beak’s coated. Smack your face till your mothafuckin cheeks bloated. My heat scolded your sensitive skin, leave the body parts of your best friends in a bin. The bad thing I done that shit for less than a fin, went to your funeral and I was tempted to grin. Left a dent on your chin, fuck repentin my sins, like a rigged election, I was destined to win. Rock shows, drop flows and leave you bastards burnin, fuck your face up so bad you thought Picasso was your plastic surgeon. You cats is squirmin beneath my feet and beggin, make the hardest rapper start preachin heaven like a freakin reverend. Got skills when I’m spittin lines, chasin loot like someone’s pullin 100 dollar bills by fishing line. And I might swarm ya set, fuck a battle, grab a wack mc and hang em by the mic cord and jet. The knife or the tech, I make my victims choose, I’m an alcoholic, even McNuggets get dipped in booze. Sick with screws missin, bring pain if ya crews dissin, targeting a coward while I’m aimin at you, pissin.

We're the greatest dudes in this! One starts a craze and in the space of two minutes the bars been raised to new limits. Fakes are through, finished, once we log on the site. 'Cause we're making you spit it til you're gone from the cyph. It's Copy and Mynd, fresh as your mothers crotch and you're right, you aint gotta provide her a link here to know we dropped her a line...

[JoeUrban]

Lemme kick a quickie

I got less food in my fridge, then Craig Jones on a Friday
car overheating on the highway, went around a turn sideways
tires bald, oil stains in the driveway
I'd say, that I'm dirt broke, enough ends to buy dope
beer money, loose change in the so-fa
tall glass of rum & soda, mixed with grocery store cola.

[One Mic]

Ballin so hard, I'm feelin like a philanthropist
Jump shot so wet, don't even ask how damp it is
No need for questions, you already know who the answer is
I'm so gifted I got Santa pist.
According to the clause, I get coal that's heartless
Cole'r than that boy Nat King, ask Martin
At the service imma have em singin Luther when I shoot ya
And then you'll see eras (Ciara's) of your Future.
I got ties you ain't suited for
See yall was ready for the exit til I glued the door
So what, I don't get props for lockin the door?
If I were CEO I'd have stocks lookin like monopoly boards.

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

uhhuh

apostle of war unstoppable force stalker uh planets
see all ya'll hauled off raw lord broad sword phallic
fuck whatchu thought delagate the serated edge
destination? heads, embrace the dead
withya heart unstable cradled in fear
dark aint able uh saving you here, hades you heeaar!?!
getchya ions captured, i are balance,
third eye on backwards blasphemous as an art form
fuck you think im coming after god for?
calm come right before the metaphysical storm
squadrons uh light struck a single brick off the wall
its grey...
the moment savoured, momentum stable guardians wavered saviours arch angels tryna save god, silence one the blade arks out the graveyard towards tha heavens precision with raw agression
its grey...regain my senses
errryyyythhing slooowwwwed down
by my lone now its quite refreshing
no final showdown as i expected
all pain intended was self inflicted

[Eŋg]

serpent-entwined rod means my health is twisted,
nervous to find God is simply well-prescriptive
and I’d sell the physic to feel the welts I’ve lived with,
where you keep your wallet? see how wealth is shifted,
gold is melted; gilded, to assure that Hell revisits,
twist it up, burn it out until the cells is lifted,
sense just isn’t: when intellect intercepts the instinct,
to re-invent the instant with the pen’s sufficient,
pendragon, pencil pissant, pent passion, penny wishing,
fuck that/. Always found the construct wavers,
the con is ancient, constant fakers, conscious slavers,
congregating, like cellular organisms conjugating,
can’t just say shit without the conch in they grip.
rip apart the same script: think fast.
in class. scratching a free-write
to rifle past the halls & walls
that stifled since I was knee-high,
with fluent influence to screen life
through the lead edge…I pledge,
until free of wanting to be free, like;
the blind man does not lament a sight for sore eyes,
if mindless, would you think to fight, for your life?
it’s alright,
I ain’t making efforts to be a pessimist
– press your wrist, listen to the rhythm,
the treble, the depth of the devil, to feel what your level is.

[Mitch]

My level is like a shovel fashizzle cus like... it digs stuff, just like you, cus you're like a dog, and your girl is a big slut, your worlds are mixed up, switching and sitting on car hoods on corners where the coroners never to far to save some carbon, your atmosphere is sluggish, ill burn the ants before they bump into my garbage, you're rubbish, like pennys. Rub on your titties. Go on and get me some groceries, you're to grose to me, we need some space to relate. Time equations with space mathematics, durations, stop hating.
My durability agility is a facility, can't get with me without key cards fingerprints in the small box, talk codes and space wires in the outtro, mechanical download yourself home trapped in a cellphone, till the bell tone beep beep on the button pad, come back in redimensional cellular replace, no retrace on the bodily Dna, keep connected. Forget the landline, aerowaves in the spacetime continueing damn fine.

[Mitch]

River people, moleman, millipede pentragrams pent up in sentiments, curvy serpent center shift, ship shape shifting endless energy, uplifting mojo coaster,
crescent essene scythe central cisteen cistern crystal cola, copen hagen tin shut, shag in tip cups, dragon kin comes, flag defenses, stage ascension, sinners condemned in finite duress, a kindled aggression of cannonballs that string them together, wicks that endeavor for lesser flicker like feathers of albatross with wing spans measured from 6 to 7 feet, the next steps complete. Accept defeat.

[Mitch]

Rivers run dry in apocalyptic paradise where gas pumps fuel dune bugs that wind through infertile fissures deserted of living traces of a once lush earth turned wasteland. Geysers of toxic emissions spill from the crusty husk of the half dead god flushing its system of red hot sludge that swishes the rubble of long fallen metropolis walls, melting the minerals, dissolving the bones of the fallen, whos flesh had rotten in the moments following the corona that swallowed the globe in a blanket of darkness, absorbing the glory of retreating species who fought fate by combining elements, only to be undone by the rays of their father, artificially created to arm their finest regiments.

[One Mic]

Artificially arming their finest regiments
If my rhymes were any colder I'd be two shoulders short of a skeleton
A veteran rookie with a soldier's testament
And to tell you the truth, my loss of sleep may be the reason you ain't heard the rest of it.
The epitome of greatness
"God is great, God is good" stands the reason I'm grateful and gracious
Quick on my feet, making sure they pound the pavement
I'd say I made it, but in all it makes me sound complacent.
A bit complacent, unaware of where my place is
Always had a sweet tooth, but I never needed braces
And to this day, nobody seein me in 2k with Eddie Jones.
I know homies that slanged white, while my console was set in Betty's home.
I had League Pass for the whole season
And Keisha still given up the ass for no reason.
Please believe it...

[Mitch]

H out the hope, replace with a daily dose of D, for the dope fiend. See her in wide screen, fly by drive by life night'y night time, ight' i'm fine, wipe the iodine
off my dying mind, moss on alter side, wash and dry her halter top at my place, I'm waiting for the next itch, Sex with the memories connected to her vestments
by the voluntary etching of my senses. Symptoms of sickness existed since 6 when i witnessed my wench of a sister consenting my cousins relentlessly touching her,
kissing her, hugging her viciously, ripping her, bumping her rigorously, rubbing her, unresistant she loved it sadistically. Bugging, a victim of her fucked up
fetish, my head was sunk in depths of an infants, like a mother that regretted her gift cus' she hasn't slept, her kids will get her dinners, sudden death of the third,
or the first and second grow sinners in the absence of her compassion, she'll let him go quickly in comparison, to drowning in city street rain with bags on
his little feet, it tears her from her soul, she knows that hell awaits, but if not she saved her children for heavens sake. Windows are cellophane, she pears,
through the glass of cathedrals where heathens celebrate. Wearing their ignorance by the faith, the homeless men set up outside and stake, each a violin case,
and a mind for strings. They play in harmony with the shining faces on the Krylon paint.

[Split]

they say


home is the heart, the hearth,
& a fiery gash that filled with silver
in spidery veins. tar drenched it black.
i'm entirety's bane. friends become people.
desires can change. inside you're the same,
you've contorted and grown from cavernous roots,
one day you'll be stories untapped by adamant youths

[DexLabb]

currently writing my first full track, cant go back
till i finish so just gotta' rip some quick shit,
out of touch with the world, man, its fucked up
i pour my potential into a solo cup, solo dolo'd up,
cudi what up? anyway, sell my fuckin ' life away
40 hour weeks, and dinners in the microwave
red wine from costco, and this Laker taste like piss
shit, i guess u could get it if you did. ya'll know?

[dead man]

nightfall is righteousness. peaceful, rhythm likened to speech
window cracked, camel backlight. smoky sighs of relief
collapse like Ming Dynasty breathe enlightenment, leak
absent-minded and deep on simultaneous peaks
throw your dice and speak louder. prototyping belief
while archdiocese spinal tap concubines in his sleep
sweat-stained designer sheets. closet hangers and doors
close myself inside of condominium floors

[Mr. J]

with the theory of God, scientists couldn't hear me in facade
they see me in the drop, bumping to old school Eazy and the Roc
a younger Yeezy when he dropped, you couldn't see me at all
you fools ain't competing at the top, misleading them all

[DexLabb]

designer sheets, far cries from the deep, alliance between
the peace in my heart and the grind on the street.
cold mornings, scorching afternoons, my wake's soon
stay tuned. opaque view of the world, designed by the weak

and i bought it. i bought into it. my hate is infinite
i hate my fucking self for letting myself live with this,
disease of the masses. its a certain sickness, a gift in it's
wrapping paper signed on the line "you ain't shit but a bitch"

when u live vicariously, through various peeps, it reaps
ur soul. it strangles hold of your fuckin' voicebox
and u walk around the world silent like a tyrant,
you try to tell the cashier you want change, but its in vain

now you want the fucking 10's. you want the dividends.
you want the money now and yeah you'd like to spend.
but look, before i get it, i gotta' remember my old life
cause there was a time i wasn't the man like old spice. alright?

[Split]

sinking in auburn of grief, wave and accept,
caught in the troughs when the toxins recede.
bad posture is chic. sophomore slums.
college is cheap. knowledge is not.
flossing your gums with hyperbolics of speech.

[Mitch]

I'm a frolicking freak, I'm honestly about to poop in your house, chilling nude on the couch when you come home, like "Who is this! OUT!" My dumb flows schooling the trout, moving them out, up rivers away from their mating rituals usual outing. My belly buttons bigger on the inner inflection like pyramids with beer in the basement, about an ounce from the filler, the waters down for townies unfiltered, pass the popcorn and sound the encore, hither round the poppy pole and pop downers. Bitch i'm god round here. DA dumpster dunkster freak show, free flows afree shows, show the free side side ways way wrong but wrrongs right, rhonda ridiiing. All night. yea.
Protomojo flow fantastic, switch it bring it back again and den da faster ish, dis the master, of lyrical spiriority complex, city where im all at, you here me more dan da moaning, i'm dat guy dat raps when im boning, clapped if you brolic, ima stab you and all that. yo its the yes y'all , here in a now way, kinda lika how way, wait a second let me catch up da rythm, sht is messed up, press x, cisions in your back spot, spinal final map plot alotta cash land set head set. in the best set. set down your downsynfrom systesm and desist with the dook spit stupid clueless who dis mother f'ler lectureer thinking he been better ever than i ever been lol i think yall better sht your pants and inflate, i densate with higher rates of final rhyme and lexicon conjure thoughts of the nexus innner center shifter with the clikc assesment , switching tellevision sets every instant, anti physical acquirments, no requirments, retire in a minute when you listen to me firing, shots pop like taats tarts all in my radius, the ladys love the ball, i display them with dinner rolls, royce choice rides rise to the tip top, and tippy toe, im tipping slipping dipping equipin to get to rippin your inenrs from your skeleten da better emcee emurges form the final verdict with teh curse lift.... wish i could write in cursive

[Mitch]

Wish i could try to word this, in a better way, whatever, okay, yo way back when i could relax i had a track spinning in the head, and bedridden it would lift me back, now going back i think that that rhythm was the fattest shit i had ever listened to, if you knew the feeling it created, maybe you would relate to this?
As if i'm saying this, or typing it, whatever. I might get hyped up by the next writing clicked, aligned, next, beside, my shit, if i like it i'll write some shit beside the shit you wrote and dopeness will become of me. And you to, since you were a running up for me to juxtapose, suppose your flows are fucking sick and there's really nothing that i could top it with, should i delete the previous post talking of how i would rock your shit, nah cus' its a learning experience, its a burden to be appearing as perfect the world is even tilted a little the learning curve from me to the next wordsmith is a leap of faith, I don't need respect, to each his same.
EAT MY BRAINS! Eek, hes insane, how'm I gonna keep his train of thought? I'll not... t's that easy, maign.

[CopyPat]

holy fuck its been a while. flows is rough and shitty style. need my groove back like Stella. but im too wacked off Stella. drinking that classy shit. that high sugar fancy shit. can't afford a pad to piss but i keep my beer fridge immaculate. damn, im rich.... i fuckin wish. i push a broom for a buck to spend. i'm pushin through, im bustin in. sippin brews and fucked again..i spit the coolest stuff its sick, but it gets no views so fuck it then.

[Mitch]

Elemental mice fish frolic with the alligators hating line ups.
I'm steady skipping stoned stockades with wikken cloned crock pots.
Boxing purse stringed puppets shuffling shirt stains from the stucco bird brains.
Skipping stoned stockades with wikken cloned dome docks.
I'm watching rigorous robo copper shopping cartiledge falling off its shopping list.
Rigimortition expedition expedia e-reader division X.
Lady liberty laid a baby, popped its head.
Who chomped her big apple is the doctors quest.
Thought she bled twin towers that mocked the gods with length.
Plain and simple, lasers lobbed through legs, crippled her spawn with bombs at base.

[Zen]

It's simple as why. People need a purpose. Something real in their life. Something they feel. Adrenaline spikes. Simpleton lives in suburban desperate housewives with curtains and all furnishing picked for their price. Dollars and cents is all that makes sense. It's why it exists. All so you're blind to the fix by the highest of the rich. So pious. So right it's sick. Suit, shirt and tie. Equipped white collar, the gifted byproduct of sinning lives of conning. We all believe in truths we know are lies. It's all a ruse spoon fed to us. Like President Bush. Religion. Meaning wherever you look. Jesus. Letterman. Yes, Dave is a crook.

[e11even]

I struggle to nurture each babe with the most corrupted of nooks.
seeds of hostility and angst straight from psychology books
planted in blank canvases who carry out more my flaws than my vision,
but I blame it on social media and those that they look up to.
Its a slimey slope raising your incarnates
to avoid carnage, when only provided a false garnish of truth.
I can't channel my sparcely forested youth to guard them,
since I too was poorly fostered, forced to fight in a guantlet or two.
I pray they see my intention through the cracked walls of a brute,
born where emotion gets you killed, and no one awards the astute.

[Wade Wilson]

Dip my blade in blood, my skin decays as I make waves in the flood,
since fate and love is senseless, Wade Wilson breaks chains with guns.
Grenades and nunchucks, lived a vague existence- insane and judged,
retained with dumb luck, I'd wish away the voices but they're all I trust.

[e11even]

the fallen eye dusk. the phoenix arises.
We collectively rise up to defeat our demises.
Every collar blue hollars truths defeatists would lie in.
Every hollar true, each rallying cry could bring us a triumph.
We rage against the machine, braves offending regimes...
Crazed to get in between days of feeling demeaned.
We're worth more than our penance. the demons intervene.
We face plights to ward them from our naivette offsprings.
The fire still burns in our honor... lets harbour its steam.
No mineshaft or cubical will undermine what we dream.

[Illume]

We define what we see based on the life that we lead,
I'd die to my senses if it meant my life could be free.
We are bonded to stencil an image in eye,
Then pencil experience in a box we can find,
Open and use it when the moment's confusin',
It's order from nature, some constructs from a view shit.
See you're fucked if you don't and fucked if you do.
I sit in the middle where riddles are truths.
It's all flux and we cling to the stuff that we've made,
Till it's dust and our grave's are the only stuff that remains.

[Split]

Voices reflect across personality spectrums.
there's a shallow inflection. ballad and tempest.

[dead man]

imagine ascension. anti-matter for breakfast
golden flaky the crescent, biscuit battered perfection.

[Split]

apple schnapps. vodka and gin.
we can drink until nausea begins.
until it's unstylish to sink in a binge.
drinking is glib. consume and contemplate
until youth and silence consummate.
the breeze on the deck reeks of tobacco,
you seem such an asshole but
you speak with dispatchers
close the window & dread

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

uh

live with compassion...
still keep the steel & mask
tuh deal with distractions,
been knowing the ledge
one hand on my soul,
other holding my head
its thundercontrol
demeanour receptive
the thesis the ether's electric
thoughts detected in theta
seem deeper connected
errbody a teacher
feed my perspective
youuont need to respect
shiiiiiiiiit, i aint at a loss nigga
letme feel disrespected...
& imma take yuh head off nigga
whuuut!?
show me contradiction
& imma show you human
self-recognition
leads to growth, improvement
in wdeva avenue you walk
all actions orbit
round the gravity of thought
keep my manners when a talk
still hold the planet as i walk
.,.,like a muhfuckin burden, nigga

[e11even]

hurdlin your turnt-up's like some turnips nigga,
wordin made me merlin turnin curbs up quicker
than mario andretti swervin a hurr pin liquored.
I'm da sleeper on tequila slammin jesus thru a speaker.
Cause i swear to god i'm goin ta hell before I tell him that he's needed.
Stubborn as fuck, never passin the buck, never flashing a buck.
get buck n' a flash'll unmask all you fucks
faster than the gas can expand in your gut.
So you shat n i laughed cause i'm lax in this stuff
and you study the craft just to adapt to what sucks.
I'm as original as random anomales get, so imagine my flux.
I'm as candid as a camera can get not giving a fuck.

[Eŋg]

my problem IS giving a fuck, never living it up,
lyrically un-binding,
too busy rhyming about rhythm and stuff,
vitamins stuffed into canals where my ligaments cut,
pulling myself together with the barrel of a derringer snub,
i planted seeds. for a rest. the flowerbed is enough,
in bed we discussed how pillow talk makes no sense if it's just
casual. causal? cause and effect is a cunt.
i bit down on the only bitch that verily loved,
edible love. more or less, less is moor?
moors were never enough,
tracing ancestry by design of cerebral touch;
i notice my level's above. but i tend to be stuck,
clean-cut, mean-mugged, while dragging legs through the mud.
i'm astounding.
i'm a sound in a vacuum. or something.
you're vacuous.
you're pouting. you're vapid. you're nothing.

[e11even]

I'm strapping and cunning.
In the league of extrapolations of nothing.
My life is a brilliant tragedy, a majestic triumphance.
Created in the womb of the luckless, consumed in a tomb of abundant
Pain and regret, a respec would help me refrain from this text.
But until I can obtain what Lust's set, I'll never be one, just one above what I'm next.

[Mitch]

I've never been better than the first step. The next steps worthless. Next level is the previous. Everything's mysterious. Really it isn't but your ignorance conceives this. Insignificance is genius. Genius don't get rich, fiddling with their fingers, penises sheathed, life is a wet clit, they're tryna' decipher algorithms riddled in the hips and V. Creeps sneak a hint pitched in the tree for fantasy. History is written with what man pretends to see. Projecting pretentious images of their family with the facts mixed in for the glamour of insanity, half victim of societal standards, half symptom of the sickness their piety's banishing.

[dead man]

jungle adventure
lions and tigers and bears
raping dorothy

[Fig]

A conscious bloom, then I awaken to the sight of my room.
I lay awhile. Vacant. Must decide what to do.
Jack it? Jack it.

[Wise Wiggles]

Wack it and smack it you rustle yimmiez
Laser beamin a couple innies
The fuck hole tripping me out
Chocolate slushies, that slippery brown

[Split]

periphery bound in flotsam that's gushing,
put your money where the tide sits,
walk open-mouthed among nothing
and gush indecisive



...Nah. craft crystal-clear concepts,
and live in here's onset, glad
to hear songs set in a ripped veneer prom dress.

[Mitch]

I peer beyond any beer goggle goddess, throttle, switch flickering, red, the boom, bang, the floored four door box, ignition kicking off emissions toxic, drinking from my faucet, thirsty, bitches want a Hershey, the glove box, deserving the nut bust, curtsy and walk off, later we can talk on my laptop, hop off my lap broad, the mess that you left, later you better lap up. Maybe, yea that's a tad raw, but if you die in the line of service, your father will take my hat off, and that's all fair and well, but what will i be wearing out, to impress another mess to fill the blank your death was, so yea, mop!

[dead man]

Shut the fuck up and
Die like a man.

[Mitch]

I don't want to die to impress some guy that i met on the net that thinks disrespecting woman is cool, i can see you repeatedly sinning and skipping your school as a teen. I don't wan't to be cool if it means living with rules that are mean or just cruel, consticting the things that i do just to prove i'm a man, in fact woman should have more political power their prowess for black magic and cunning is rather astounding and they could probably manipulate the masses with tits and make up, fashion and literature, eating green and bathing mannerisms as well as educating third world nations about the benefits of monthly manicures, and encouraging simple cures through herbs, instead of prescriptions pills, eviction bills would be extended and homeless children would be given tents that are fitted with a ribboned entrance.

[dead man]

Let's all take shrooms and
Talk about nothing at all
Oh, how pretentious.

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

...
grip the galaxy single handedly switch anatomy expanding dimensions
consensually, develop a propensity for density, gravity strengthens
can we collectively switch gears? a shift nearing, nigga just tryna think clearly
no string theory, just strands uh perceptions, aura exuding purple
ultra violet, the sun silent next to the vibrant hue's inside, who?
its universal, don't let the cold light uh the moon entice you,
address the cycles, the planets dont move in circles, they move in spirals
four stranded helix, man or behemoth at his zenith, & would you even believe it...

[DexLabb]

talking bout gay bullshit,
arm chair netcees philosphers

stroking ur invisible beard,
afraid to have a voice

boy i dont take no shit,
nah, i was never popular,

am i invisible here?,
ain't like i even got a choice

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

talking bout gay bullshit,
arm chair netcees philosphers

stroking ur invisible beard,
afraid to have a voice

boy i dont take no shit,
nah, i was never popular,

am i invisible here?,
ain't like i even got a choice

Switch my poise, nigga kill that noise,
Or pick your poison on my sigmund freud

psychoanalysis, give ya psyche paralysis
nine as the catalyst, don’t violate yuh parameters

Amateur play yuh position
‘fore I stomp you the fuck out in that grave that you digging

Comprende? Timberland boot cloud yuh head space
Im thinking its clear, lil nigga yeaint invisible here

Just got no prowess pure cowardice I aint allowin it
Third power have you pushin up flowers shit

Whachu know bout thisss witchya basic ass
You basic, ass, I gets it crackin you flow like a base head

Maybe you been tryn chase the dragon?
& yuh moms keep uh endless supply of Xl magnums

She get dug out daily, not widout payin me…she short?
I tell her don’t make me pimp slap the shit outchu baby!!

lmfao you summumobitch

Retort might result in the death uh you
Hard headed? Bet I find yuh soul is impressionable

[DexLabb]

u got a rugged grip while suckin dick, fag
ur saliva is my penise's waves
and ur asshole is my penise's cave
and ur eardrum's been bleedin for days

dont tell em u didnt hear me cummin',
SUCKA. PLAYA.

[gitto138]

You seem to like to suck a dick a day, duck and hit and lay under the rubble with your fishers hook, tryin t real in emotionless taughts, even those who have lost, a battle, not me in salmon fresh a cannon messed up wit a salad dressing, step up, to the stand, impressions of a gothical man with a tropical tan, but as white as the black water rapids, can it this boat fliped, the copper under bottom, lies beyond measure, its prize before pleasure, pride before treasure, hide demise behind your own leather,

[Vulgar]

Lands that once flourished with noble dynasties are dry as a brick
Druidic magic is silent, a blip --
The horizon is thick with cyclonic mists which give the Sirens a lisp
Our guide is a cross between an anteater and a type of a sphinx
human hands instead of claws and integrated scythes in its wrists
Pardon my not introducing myself;
I'll be describing this myth,
They sleep in oases that are rife with the sick

[big baby]

yoo its the cipher king, sipping vicodin
smashed it nice to bits with the vice of grips i commend
my amends are simple, pay homage to the alien savage
i finger banged haileys comet, while she gave me brain on a planet
it's strange how that happend. this is chemical grade physics
the way the pencil fits on the page, my mental scribbles a phrase. vintage
try spitting itune update lines in a live cipher
cause 9 times out of ten the only thing they're clicking out of is the gauge in the pistol they're FUCKING KILLING YOU TO DEATH WITH THAT SHITTY MEME PUNCHLINE
Muff Diggity Joe Metts Paradigm

[El Muffin]

Lol the fuk.is up with the I tunes shit.

Iono wat ur tlkn bout

But not a bad verse kk

Hailey comet part didnt fit the previous syllables to me but mebe that was intentional

Otherwise cool lil key

Fingerbanging comets
Fumigating cockroaches

Wuts nxt

[THE REAL CAPTAIN OBVIOUS]

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[Split]

you should chase her

a dozen threads stitch tonight
shivering with the lightest tread
one might end right at your bed,
I find instead my life is spent
chasing every why, intent,
from my mattress like a spiderweb.

[big baby]

Lol the fuk.is up with the I tunes shit.

Iono wat ur tlkn bout

But not a bad verse kk

Hailey comet part didnt fit the previous syllables to me but mebe that was intentional

Otherwise cool lil key

Fingerbanging comets
Fumigating cockroaches

Wuts nxt

nothing really rhymed. syllables were out of tact but i dont think that was intentional. 0/10

[Half Wit It]

Cracked a brew, baskin n the blackness as disaster looms.
Feet caked with ashes from cliffhangin off half a moon.
I'll freefall from grace though once the tether rots.
Bury me in silence along with my treasured thoughts.

[dull boy]

I'm better off a ledge. I walk a thin line. My enzymes are etched in chalk around a desert. Lost
in whatever's tossed in my sector. Thoughts untethered. Under the weather. Can't seem to measure loss
against your pressure. Talk like I'm in the present. Not. I'm past the future. Relapsing through your never. Mocked.

[veritas]

I'm better off a ledge. I walk a thin line. My enzymes are etched in chalk around a desert. Lost
in whatever's tossed in my sector. Thoughts untethered. Under the weather. Can't seem to measure loss
against your pressure. Talk like I'm in the present. Not. I'm past the future. Relapsing through your never. Mocked.

your psuedo-emotional roller coasters veneer vapidity
your enlightened darkness is mere stupidity
you can not fathom how many more levels of lucidity
max headroom's bed room can sleep through metaphysically.

[DexLabb]

chew pills, re-fill, be chill, 2 minutes, we will.
i see, kaleidoscope trees blow, face whiter than pinot grigio,
hey boy, i know you hate me a lot. but hey, we flow.
yeah, we flow. whisky woodier than Home Depot.

she;s so. alright i thought about her. told myself no.
but fuck the world and it's ways so what if she does coke
so what if she smokes and flashes titties for strokes
mentally, after the shows in bedrooms with lcd glow

im just a perspiring, aspiring, never retiring, in dire need
of some inspiration to take me higher than these -
smeagols. poke them. better not provoke them!
cause the only thing precious to them is their hopeless,

demeanour. think i see this shit clearer. chop green,
john deere. ur not me, ur not here. my mind is gutter
my thoughts are an allyway and my grind is the shutters
clackering, i got the trench coat ...come get dope.

[Mitch]

I'm a clackering javelin a gavel in a gallery of ghastly Gandhi dopplegangers gagging ungodly on gobstoppers, gawking at the scenery, i seem to be alive presently in an instant invitational ratio floral. Present in post particular pragmatic arithmita. I bring a rhythm wit uh, and an ambient speech equivalent in a, particular region thesis inner floral fragmented fragrances fibrosis scoliosis sector 7 tron calling in space trace, ace out the flight deck commandment 11th triple, receding in visual RCA compartment pinnacle spiked level 4321, systems warm light, red light curtains'able, percentage mean, so the pussy clean interval regular maintenance hastening, green light.

[e11even]

Congradulatory ovations imaginary. Imagine every average wary passion carrier lacking the very fabric of ambition ferried to marry dreams with the actual fruits and berries. Instead what is clearly apparent is a malignant blob with cherry thoughts; a talent with no avenues to cross. A dud bullet. A sunken estuary. Atlantis imploded and all survivors were burried. This is the life of the runner up. The wishful ruler. The listful drooler. The dumbass too unaware of himself to cash in; never growing hip or cooler. A dickhead cooter.

[Half Wit It]

Misled by despair's ruse; intrepid maneuvers.
Question it sooner -
Incessant how death is the human curse.
Endeavor the inner dwellings of Heaven: the universe.
Surfing the other worldly inertia's congruous curves.

[e11even]

The few of us congruent with those fluent with fluid verve.
I went through it, now brand new in this grand movement, chuting, few reserves.
Chewing in the trend of whats used, what works. fuck the kooks that serves.
I'm lewd. Choose an avenue to use requiring elusive nerve
and produce a juice too spruced for the subdued to serve.
I, bar servant in the blue with herbs, will prove seismic waves DO move this earth.

[Wise Wiggles]

I'm pretty tossed. Her hole look pretty, tossed.
Trying to scarf my little angel's kitty off.
Always shifty. Coughs. Like dude I quit. And you're spitting
Globs of niccy tars. I'm into her.. And the itchy parts
I knew the night's sky was incomplete. This missing star lol
Flicks me one look to get me hard. Look. Wait just close them
Please be the crack in my pavement erosion
I love to love all the pain and the poison
Bottled. Just save them complaints for the ocean baby
Lets go crazy.

[DexLabb]

i juhst wanna

change my life
but i still thihnk like im losin'
so i listen to the voices and it causes confusion
i know man, this wall is all an illusion
you dont gotta play by the rules if you play with ur hubris

[Split]

no contact. no apologies neither.
have a bier más to follow each liter

[Certain]

I'm devastating. Revolted sort, salt the earth and scatter your limbs and organs across the dirt. The patterns are quick to morph and at anytime I'll bend a rhyme. Like Saturn's rings in orbit I'm often warped. Speed. Please. End this line of casualities. It's morbid. The saddest scene since Norbit. But I'm 48 hours away from battery with torrid blasphemy. Ignorant? But I'll never sing a chorus. Just let you cower in pain.

[Mitch]

I'm 48 days under a tree from Battersea with battered pigs, plattered pigs, exhausted from tossing raw in smog of the factory, i'll gladly feast but i'd rather see him happily flapping wings.

[Split]

bottles & cans sunk your home.
withdrawn in an ugly deposit. empty's added up
to such a show, drunks would applaud it.

[DexLabb]

how many r&b singers and rappers would killl
for a no strings attached record deal
i do it, oh, i, really do it, i heard the language
i wasn't fluent i did my damage i put em through it,

god dammnit i go,

pound for for pound and kilo for CD sold and
jet plane in my toy box years later went retail
i know alot of u watchin want me to fail,
i know u want me trapped in my mind w/o bail

my mind is a prison,

im micheal scofeild w a broke **

[Split]

Riding the Gaussian like electrical pulse
I'm nauseous. Scheduled, 1. Edibles, gulp.
Medical professionals sulk in doctoral studies.
Washing the boat in a posh little copse by the coast
Cause nobody knows, though prodigal's sunnier
Than pre-disposition to debt. Remixing the set.
Tosh isn't funnier than the gift of your death.

[UnbornBuddha]

Lyricists nowadays are breathing in histamine
Due to the way their sick within. Getting well is imperative.
The deliverance of a liver hit with too much liquor drinks
is due to the handy work of Saint Nicholas.
The Christmas merry narrative man that presents every kid presents.
But to get them thou shall do no mischievousness.
To benefit from writing this rhetoric employed in this letters of wishes,
one must actively literally spread bliss. give- do not belittle other shrimps.
Innocence makes frivolous sinister menaces and nemesis
Reminisce on benevolence, and its genesis that brings us
a prevalent reverence for its non discriminate relevance.
Thus, highlighting the best of us when eliminating the venomous elements.
Sentient gentlemen wrestling against vexed devilish existences;
Requires the besting of dismembered hellish members no one remembers
due to their embarrassing merciless embellishments,
in other words their very sins, the grim penances.
Let the devastating vengeance and emanated malevolence be transformed by the elevated nephilim.
The nexuses of heavenly energy is the the force of exorcism
that thwarts all terrorism in the chamber of the heart's own heroism.
The exodus of Moses is the eminence of chosen angels whose medicine is potent
and prevalent when spoken with sincere need to be healed instead of sedative devotion.

[JESODIST]

Messenger thats Galactic from Time,
Flow invisible like The Lochness in Rhymes,
Sentient beings in total togetherness of Body and Mind,
Who know it somethings and are simply the Smartest You'll Find,
Mental powers are the Strongest Defined,
The Life Essence of an Artists is Mine,
A grain of faith can move mountains known for being the Hardest to Climb,
Feel sorry for the soul who has to Face The Sire Yet,
Who Cast a Soul with Dire Text, leave them burnt by the Fire in Dialect,
Chi flow keeps a body temperature warm in the Coldest Environments,
Arsenic Lines Make you Burst into Fragments,
Drop and leave you Sunk like Underground Compartments,
Using only my knuckles to bust open a Safe that's Uncrackable,
Invisible Force behind these words Earth Quaking your Mandible,
Breaking ya Clavicle, Features Symbiotic Strange and Intangible,
A Preacher thats Robotic the Shoulder Blades Detatchable,
Speech Dualism, Quick to spot the Meekness in Organisms,
Equipped and Armed protected by Intense Polymorphism,
Over Possessed, Nothing worked not even Sequence of Exorcisms,
Came to this site to be judged by Children of Skepticism,
Victims of Favoritism, Trynna get me Sickened with Criticism,
But I Trained for combat like Ong Bak, My Secret is Heroism,
Triggered by Cynicism and Egotism,
Repelled by lames Can you Feel the Magnetism?
Propelled by the Universe, Objecting a Stupid Verse,
Hand to Hand Battle, Harboring a Tool its Worse,
Seriously, Got no problem Taking in a Putrid Curse,
Meticulously, Do all this while test Riding my Unicorns,
Galloping Through the Storms, Following the Truest Norms,
Not here to kill but lyrically Slaughter these Foolish Worms
Shattering Steel This is Water in its Purest Forms,
This Master is Real, Carver of Seal Inscribed in their Uniforms,
On a quest to Gain Total Control humanity's peace Overthrown by Anarchies,
Spent most of my time Exploring an existence Beyond the Galaxies,
My Robust Speciality is Reinventing different Protocols and Technicalities,
Here to object any Actor who says my Rap is Pitiful,
Defeat Me? There is better luck Trynna Capture Gigantopithecus,
Titanic Syllables Manufactured this Tyranic Syllabus,
Arachnid genetics, a Marvelous Omni Spectacle,
Facing the Giant Squid end up Strangled by its Octi Tentacles,
Editor Getting Drunk by drinking Tons of Chemicals,
Shape Vibrant Frees and Make Tyrants Flee,
Don't judge the Book by its Hazy Cover,
We are not all just Here to Suffer,
Seek protection from God when the Game gets Tougher,
Forgive the adversaries that Made it Rougher,
Or simply Make way for the Giant Beast Exhaling Sulpher...

[UnbornBuddha]

An existence inflicted maliciously by addictions to syringes.
But despite this vampiric appearance lies a shamanistic temperance.
An optimistic clear essence that dispels being submissive to mere senses
That appear as the dearest friendships, but only steer me senseless.
I'm a leper who mended his flesh so I can wear the sweater I knitted on.
I swear to Jesus I don't fear offenses because I feel better when spitted on.
My hearing gone ever since my world was hit by my own spirit bomb.
I'm an instrument of destruction when conducting my deductions.
A medium instructed my death cousins to give me a concoction of concussions,
just so I wouldn't go in the trance of heaven's bliss, where I dance with nephilims.
The samadhi of medicine used for putting a stop to feeding tumors via angiogenesis.
Bio-weapons give psychos strengthened power to fire & test them at the finest relics.
We live in a time where liars give lessons on ethics, where everybody desires possessions.
Revolting minds are quite the resulting bind that comes about from anointing blind.
The appointing kinds of people that run the outside world are quite the pointless find.
My choice to die on the joy of wine is because the boy inside me loves the void when bright.
The exalted rise of altars of Christ proves the world is still calling and crying in this fallen times.
To win requires more than the five pieces of Exodia's might; he who subdues those that destroy the light.
Ex-soldiers lives and their sacrifice mean nothing in the grand scheme of Jehovah's fight.
Luckily the immortals of the Dao deploy tonight.

[ribbit]

Im just trying to flex in this cypher when i joined nc's i was told to enjoy the site
i never went out of my way as a user to exploit my lines even when i felt like i destroyed my life
havent posted in a long time but still participating on the mic when i was offline
i need to focus on the game instead of creating dopelines these flows r abovt who deserves the spotlight

[ribbit]

Im just trying to flex in this cypher when i joined nc's i was told to enjoy the site
i never went out of my way as a user to exploit my lines even when i felt like i destroyed my life
havent posted in a long time but still participating on the mic when i was offline
i need to focus on the game instead of creating dopelines these flows r abovt who deserves the spotlight

[UnbornBuddha]

Last time I saw an insect bled to death, I didn't fret
For a riveting rebirth brought the sprouting of its griffon wings.
The phoenix lives when mercy for the suffering makes you christen it.
Hoping to erase its predictiveness that belittles even the most ambitious men.
Dissecting each of my life's questions caused tension along my spine's tendons.
Birth complications forced me to be unsheathed via a c-section;
Trauma in my mother's intestines almost caused an infection
When I was about to make my entrance, my spiritual descension into this dimension.
My digestion is affected by this obsessive reflections
I have due to being delivered without how nature intended.
Maybe it's prententious to pretend to negate the images of what manifested.
But this incident caused me to wonder if I was an accident
that actually added to the pain already innate in my mom's abdomen.
It'a folly thinking really, believing I can be a sullied being living.
Infinitely realing wisdom due to admittingly visiting a silly idiot village
Where my colleagues speaks of theories of our mission as a fleeting species
With a missing thesis of why we have an unavailing ending to cyclical symptoms.
Imprisonment is imminent if you don't shift your perceptive individualism.

[DexLabb]

bottles and velvet,
pussy was excellent

im faded u tell it,
im faded u tellll it

2 chainz irrelevant
future im head of it

gettin impossible
lettin em all know,

Silver

[Split]

nigga what the fuck

[Fig]

im a beaner wet back spic piece of shit brown fag
stuff my saggy re-fried balls in ya moms ass

[gitto138]

Yo yo yo dexterlab that flex you had
No No No i guess you mustered up a drake "you mad"
Ho ho ho.. Now while im slouched over my porch with
a pouch a weed to be torched, im bout to lean on this, dork,pork
whatever chops, you gettin dwarfed, smurf, mark my words,
You murked, morphed into a stinking turd, world, midget, give us
a twirl,twist, flick of a wrist, nigga you in a mist of raw bliss,
ill draw fists, just give me the lead and pad in the gauntlet,
You want crisp, heres fried potatoes, say hi to Sinead o Conor,
and goodbye tomato products, i made a promise, but
honestly the irony of having to find a piece to nail upon ya
has changed, and the hate mail in you inbox has been framed,
You a dangerous character, activity has become blatantly amateur
you on the meth lab, with a vacancy tainted but armoured, not even your own soul could embark and be basically hampered, to a place to be phantomed, a phenomenon, prone to be mainly in Central parts of the quadrant

[DexLabb]

what the actual fuck? ^

[Zen]

DEXLABB'S RAP IS PLAYED
DEXLABB'S CRAP IS LAME
DEXLABB FAPS TO DRAKE
DEXLABB'S A FAGGOT, MANE

da da da, etc., etc.

[dull boy]

It's sort of organic; the manner with which I sort through these tantric
auras I manage. It's manic. An orbit of dancing portraits in panic.
Enormous. Titanic. Yet; stored in a canvas; formless; unhanded.
Each onlookers camera scans from an authentic vantage.
The authors push transits to alter their ramblings.
Call to your damage. Exhausted my family handling all of your answers.
Lost in the sanity of a novelists vanity. Drawn to the hammering.
Dawn's in a hammock swing over lawns. Heavy dampening.
Frost in the Andes or aloft on a sandy beach... I'm off in a standard sheet
of stanzas. Each cog in my anarchy feeds off of my channeling
thoughts.

at a jamboree getting hammered. Pee on any dancing teens.
Jeez, these new school school rules got me sampling Screech.
Like I'm sort of rambling geek. Can't even speak without getting asked to leave.
Faggots, please... HEY HEY HEY. You can't say faggot anymore.
Really faggot? Wanda Sykes can suck me flaccid in a tub of acid.
Dax Riggs putting chapstick on a rap clique while I snap pics
for a snap chat with a pack rat who has grass in her nap sack
zipped up. I'm gonna fix lunch. We don't kiss much. I like when our lips touch.
When our ribs rub and our skin hugs. Who has Illmatic on CD? Him does.
No, not Him, like God, or him like that gay tattoo. Him like him. That way rad, dude.
You said you'd never leave. No take backs. Cool?
SAY THAT'S COOL.
Whoa, stay back. Woo. Getting a little crazed. Act cool.
Sorry, sorry. I just know what loss means. It only means I've lost things.
LIKE MY MIND.
Like my rhymes.
Write my lines in silence. Mimes acting out what I'm typing. LIES.
All lies.
Small fries lead to paper in the floor on your whip, which is a car, if you're hip.

[Mitch]

To some an image of social par is a pith, because their hearts are scared with a cyst of emotional margins kept from imposed exchanges of thoughtless sex. Like this women I once called my friend, she kept my attention with stories of awful forces, god was bored and chalked a plot so course it rubbed the noggin wrong when tossed around, weather or not thought aloud, one one look from you could spot the good in you wrestling with some demon of seasoned subterfuge. She told me a story through subtle clues, but once suddenly when smoking bongs in a toasty calm of base head basement she'd come unloose, tongue spilled out like numbed with rum;
Muffled tippy-toes slipping through the hallway of afternight, the dusk of a mute world, dissipates in a mirage of screams, grunts and pleads, visions trickling through the keyhole to mommy's room, behind mommy's door, a whore, a slob who rocks her cold, lying still in tear softened skin under hard light of whats become of her hearts vice. She feared her father , the father who bore her, molded her into his daughter, the father who watched her wither in a closet, a plant with no sunlight or faucet to grow the roots loose under sickly soil, sifting through the doors and the walls in silence, she hears the fears of mother, shares the pain and brain is shamed, soon alone, as, mother now fathers clone,
left to her own assessment of herself.. but that wouldn't do for daddy, she asked me, what would you do if your father took you, changed you, scolded you for watching what was once just a distant image of pain taking place to make him content, now a trap, a bad dream, a scream in the back of your throat clogged with your sweater, pushed into your chest as father rampages, enthralls you in sodomy, calls you his lesser, crushed and left to rot? She followed the line, that father left around the house to signal threats to secrecy with jingling tin cans, feeding her, clothing her, cleaning her, but knots of internal plots knocked her off and she would hate, herself as father hates, himself as daughters pain erased with hollow bottles with which he still couldn't contemplate clearly, herself worthless. At home a ghost, watching mom go overboard with drugs from under floor boards, eyes rolling backwards, abused. Confused and frustrated, she takes her mothers pain out with her wrists in slits and scrapes. Her father wasn't finished with the first time, but she grew grotesque and mocked his taint, her blood plucked from the protection of purity, surely cast into the flames of hell, told to never tell, she never asked. she was the outcast, peers jeered and attacked her masks, High school she played the victim, and if a bully pushed she couldn't hit them, how could they possibly know of the problems she's lived with, always disinterested with school, education could wait until her head was together, but all she really wanted was to be dead, for the better she kept up in the hopes that soon it would all be over, she tried smoking to cloak her thoughts disorder, sort of sorted she ran with a pack of street rats with crack rock to rock rock streets with street smarts, mending her broken heart with a sworn sword and buckle, the Gs were the only people who wouldn't cuss her hiding from her pitiful past, so she dove in thick with a gang of kids that kicked crack by the kilo to primo customers, accepted her expected passing around like when her fathers friends had come over.

[DexLabb]

Zen

god damn you a da-da-dada rapper
skoal lip packer, skinny booty smacker
asshole relaxant spray haver
in ur drawer next to the ritz crackers

[Split]

I've found a hell with tailored dimensions.
A terminal perhaps... stirred in an interval,
recap & focus on the coaster topped with
roasted Kona black that's glowered cold as glass.
The conscious moment, drained of all your warmth,
when you waited and became not worth waiting for.

[DexLabb]

my thoughts are grown ,my mind is young
time goes backwards when you forward as fuck
are we gonna do this or what? girl what?
i can be the one, i can be your everything

i can make it all dissapear like illusions, delusions
got the stupidest music. but u know the words
what does that say about you bitch? just playin,
i just wanna have a good time, always a good time
when i come by -

and we go out hit the skyline like 911, drive 911
two spider 458 thats 916, 8 legged freaks on the street
how much money i never bothered to check it
just a prince, but nobody ever thought to expect it,

ugh, head off like u lettuce, im a renegade.
fuck your religion, netcees. give me my credit,
watch the world all indoctrinate me,
ya;ll can be bishops. shift ur mind sideways and
start boostin' ur wins up,

[gitto138]

Just by reading your shit my ears got pounded, gaged an raped,
Not even in a million years fam will you be soundin like a Drake,
Drop it, even if you found a place profoundly safe, that sounded great,
Id be dumbfounded *Wait", pick yo ass up from round ya waste,
And drown in waste, ill enshroud your face in a garment,
and leave you unguarded in the garden ground to waste,
quit gagging on the fartin sound you make,
You made me sick, by the way you bragging kid, im body baggin his faith

[Certain]

Static sparker. Castle archer. Bags gets stabbed in Cancun harbor.

[david stern razor burns]

It's sort of organic; the manner with which I sort through these tantric
auras I manage. It's manic. An orbit of dancing portraits in panic.
Enormous. Titanic. Yet; stored in a canvas; formless; unhanded.
Each onlookers camera scans from an authentic vantage.
The authors push transits to alter their ramblings.
Call to your damage. Exhausted my family handling all of your answers.
Lost in the sanity of a novelists vanity. Drawn to the hammering.
Dawn's in a hammock swing over lawns. Heavy dampening.
Frost in the Andes or aloft on a sandy beach... I'm off in a standard sheet
of stanzas. Each cog in my anarchy feeds off of my channeling
thoughts.

at a jamboree getting hammered. Pee on any dancing teens.
Jeez, these new school school rules got me sampling Screech.
Like I'm sort of rambling geek. Can't even speak without getting asked to leave.
Faggots, please... HEY HEY HEY. You can't say faggot anymore.
Really faggot? Wanda Sykes can suck me flaccid in a tub of acid.
Dax Riggs putting chapstick on a rap clique while I snap pics
for a snap chat with a pack rat who has grass in her nap sack
zipped up. I'm gonna fix lunch. We don't kiss much. I like when our lips touch.
When our ribs rub and our skin hugs. Who has Illmatic on CD? Him does.
No, not Him, like God, or him like that gay tattoo. Him like him. That way rad, dude.
You said you'd never leave. No take backs. Cool?
SAY THAT'S COOL.
Whoa, stay back. Woo. Getting a little crazed. Act cool.
Sorry, sorry. I just know what loss means. It only means I've lost things.
LIKE MY MIND.
Like my rhymes.
Write my lines in silence. Mimes acting out what I'm typing. LIES.
All lies.
Small fries lead to paper in the floor on your whip, which is a car, if you're hip.

Ill dopeness, skills so sick. Where's wise?
Need my pill focus
Before I drop harder than a sack a bricks
Or a pallet did full a bags with lbs.
Leave you flatter thin than a mallet did
When I splatter kids like a masturbator
Its an accident if you frack with Daver
A more sick fuck than you
Forklift crushin you
Of course you flopped, I murk for props
Fuck workers comp, you jerks get stomped

[dull boy]

Ill dopeness, skills so sick. Where's wise?
Need my pill focus
Before I drop harder than a sack a bricks
Or a pallet did full a bags with lbs.
Leave you flatter thin than a mallet did
When I splatter kids like a masturbator
Its an accident if you frack with Daver
A more sick fuck than you
Forklift crushin you
Of course you flopped, I murk for props
Fuck workers comp, you jerks get stomped

i wanplayITSBBB DA BB
u chipi chipi (like the song) he gives me the hibbi jibbies !! *wipes hands on sundress*
EWW!!
its bb da bb mustachios sexy, grabbed me a pound of pistachios. sexy

[CopyPat]

aero is successful in life. i married his slut of a wife. im like mario fuckin with pipes cause im so dope its like there's heroin stuck to this mic.

[Wise Wiggles]

Pound the fuck hole, g'night. Clitcicles for the miserable trying to suckle the sight. Just a couple of bites. Have the rest, I'll just shuffle despise. Festival finders struggle with life outside the puddle of lights..

[Bodey]

My poker face is non existent, you sensed my emotions as its written. I overdose, go back to sniffen. I'm smitten, I never know what I am missin. Grillin chicken in the kitchen while I make these stupid decisions.

[Vulgar]

The desk of a despot must be black mahogany, according to some
Dividers, ink blots, folders defunct, bearing titles like "torturous slums"
"subordinate scum" "disorder and guns" "dissolvent rackets"
Perestroika through scalding acid, one of Stalin's tactics
Ethical cleansing room service attends to sunken log cabins
One hundred longshanksmen sung along:
"It's summer, lords, come - summa cum laude for lost passion"
I know homeopathists, rabbis, planetary scientists and shamans
tragedy of the common folklore, land is a portal with open doors
Don't mind the cluster of demon children, nor the flight of brazen oxen
they'll transform your natural psyche - the polar opposite of a Michael Bay concoction
slightly gray from toxins, this unsightly matrixed mantra!
Dreamweaver concertos swoon during tomorrow night's forsaken opera
Aurum metallicum, the amulet speaks to us in whispers
Hiram Abiff's legend leaks into the Ripper's... the fiercest winters make you shiver
in the seat of a frostbitten coach riding with cloaked hitchhikers
a scenario where each wanderer who jumps aboard is an ill writer
The cultural milieu is vampiric, yet Modern Europe if you've seen the corpses
The Armenian secret service may be able to tell you about the cedar forests
Self immolation in dreamless despair; the proceedings this evening were rare
In a place like the Balkans with less unbreathable air
The accursed credence was there -
but how'd the Cape of Good Hope meaningfully fare?
Sages of grimoire were hearing impaired, eerie canaries stretched wings
Windswept trees carried messages from dead kings, & boomslangs expressed glee
A Socrates mongoloid ascended the stage: "This is what it takes to be an emcee!"
The shamash was lit, the character's lives were dense, their intellect absorbed bullion
An agnostic Ottoman and the Headress Horsewoman
The tent was spent, and the bed had no cushions
Her hands stroked his ashen breast plate, the minotaurs weren't looking
Darkness both fascinates and repels us - but oh, do we stare at the spiderwebs
and the monogamist Caliphates who buried the mice and men
Our parents were nice to them, hosted Cicero's masque with a palm reader
On the invitation, they read death... thank to political cabinet yarn weavers
Earth is hell, Earth is Pompeii - the simplest fact that would haunt Caesar
Stay armed, keepers, and guard the knowledge of the universe strictly
and hope that the mark of the beast is more visible than Lucifer's hickies
Dermatology's humble beginnings sketched across the skin of the desert
symbols engendered the end of the Shephard, it limited Esther
from moving around the site of the Abrahamic, Islamic platonic love
they chased the Kurds away -
The Aegians percolate for the Pagan sermon's sake
Mahishasura's what they wrote about in the scriptures of the Surda
Lesson learned: Never dangle bait in the ancient, murky lakes
We're all unknown pharaohs at heart, said Sekhemre Khutawy Sobekhotep
at the forthcoming apocalypse conference.

[Pharaohs Army]

i make haste and take bait with more appliances, than Maytag. and more sciences, than an 8th century "Ayrab", before some stupid mullah told thm not to do that. i got a bigger mouth than a toucan, and i make more cool jams than you can. i move fast and use tactics(that)you've already mastered, but i'm still practicing.. emcee squared tattled on me.he said- "someone get this fool banned, for all his lewd acts& his rude crap". then i told him he should've said rude crap, before lewd acts. (i)quit weed but i still found it necessary 2buy new axe.. anarchy a trusty favorite... i'll have none'a these new scents!(what a nuisance). i have plenty of opinions, so here are my three dollars. i'm a weird scholar who appears normal especially in large groups, which appear crowded. ..but when i'm all by my lonely, i write poetry, about how people should all buy my poetry. one time i copyrighted some in case of a corporate thing. and if things play out right i should be buying some sort of bling in twunny16. i have a story about politics for you &how they all stink. i couldn't be the best. i don't know why i bother putting in requests cuz emcee squared is always there to put me in my place. the last girl i tried to kiss(she)mushed me in my face; she should've expected it when i put 'er in a pillowcase and pushed her in the river. i haven't battled in a while not since winter. daddy told me he traveled fer miles uphill both ways. ya don't say! somewhere in California possibly LA a scriptwriter is writing a scene where two characters, are listening da Coltrane, bonding emotionally while doing cocaine.. that's so insane. i've dropped a bomb on my own brain like enola gay.. but by tomorrow i'll have a new freestyle &this'll be so gay. my bipolar medication seems to manage my see-saw ways. cease the damage. i'll be okay. unlike other rappers who go-up-against me,(&)end up at the hospital DOA. i prefer knockouts, not TOK's. i mean TKO's- these same flows are why three great hoes are on my 3inch hose after they dropped their clothes. they give proper dome, and if they don't? i'll end up wit blue balls like a copper dome.. the cops have never ben to my home. (i)guess another way of putting it is ta say i've never been caught while i was copping 'dro. but i've bin stopped befo'. ..it's a good thing i had just came from work wearing proper clothes, instead of sloppy clothes. and it's a good thing i'm white, cuz if i was black it'd be not too good. but in all serious fuck the police, i hope they get bucked in the streets;that's something i'd love to see. perhaps i got that concept from all the times i heard AOTP. i'm a big fan but they don't see me, cuz i write textstyles while they're makin cd's. or maybe i get my concepts from a lyrical prophet who's speaking above me. he speaks it so lovely. had to google my own ancestry-- it was painstaking.. much respect yall. i'm just doing me. i'm just stupid. see? i got this new game-it's-called combo breakers. does anybody wanna play it? it goes like this.. you keep on goingkeep on going add some spice&lot's of flavor,, bobby taylor,, and then you break it wth some not so Greatstuff. boy it's great fun.. i love cyphers i'm glad i made one.

[UnbornBuddha]

My body spontaneously combusts when my skin cells clump painfully on touch.
God sees man heinously conduct and therefore his judged fatally as such.
Crumbling crushed latencies come up to the surface of one's brain fully corrupt
Encrust with compliancies brought on by when mental disease compli***ies erupt.
Watching this epidemic flames contagiously branch off
into the epidermis case conveying thee cancer.
Assailing the monster in hopes of abating its hunger.
I don't profess that my verbatim is wonders
I simply use it as tool for parading the contents masquerading the conscious.
Aspirating for constant pleasure is an asunder contaminating the oneness
Complicating the bondage that should be operated for problems.
Nobility adulated my honor but traitors coagulated my armor
Because they were incarcerated by darkness infatuated by karma
and so they collaborated and plummeted my hermit isolated cottage.
A place where I treat amputated farmers, and orphans- violated toddlers
I took in as a service I related often as a servant, elevated butlers
under the whim of the uncreated father, a whirlwind dominating others.
Populating all there is through making several combinations of them.
The sight of the salivating starving is enough for gravitating further
into the orbit working for fixing their lacerated garments.
I feel pardon is necessary for assassinating comments of this laminated artists
I once scorched along with their venerated canvass in an incinerated madness.
All while keeping composed, an insulated calmness that infiltrated pass them.
Generated passwords do little to stop a levitating zombie.
A somnolent on stimulants attacking celebrated dummies.
A vigilante that comes pitching the ball with a conditioned glove
Ripping the competition apart commissioned abroad.
Finish them abrupt for harboring fiendish dark thoughts
Existing in scenic art clubs with the most obscenest mark ups.
Healing hearts numb requires an extensive autopsy
Then reviving them with the most expensive botany
Indeed a lengthy costly feat.
Emcees delivery no longer believe in chivalry.
Savagery bitterly deleted its history.
The mastery of misery is not a matter of mystery.
The father of wizardry taught the manner literally
in a liturgy concerning magnanimous lack
An absence conserving all the animus cast.
A most alerting stagnant ominous fact.
Apocalypse traps obvious rats-
The commoners laugh, not knowing the providence map.
The age of heroes is desperate for a prominent lad
with a mountain of a task, some brand as a monotonous path.

[Alphadog]

If i was famous, id do shit dangerous, aiming flaming shit straight out the anus
at the waitress,
shameless outrageous behavior chaos, Makin nameless jealous people nervous
its painless, Vegas i was promised from the greatest,
basically to be honest, if i made it id blame it on a one off payment basis, modest so face it, over rated ,, faded from the beginning like I've shown up wasted, like an older patient, im sober stating, with a low odor roller skating,, blatant like a cobra containing no venom, but ill rise up and spit flows like a raging river, a trigger, it goes in the navy with you,
To get through a dangerous view, ranging from a page that was drew, to the gun that was drawn, fawn, a chariot galloping torn by the don on his beloved stallion,
Ever so heartless they were rendered regardless, neglected the mare never centred her harness,
"she's harmless your highness"

[dead man]

clap at them niggas who know you my babaayyyyyyyyy
get wavy for reeeeal ms jackson, hold up

[Zen]

I box with my mistresses topless to hit their breasts. Smoke a box full of cigarettes while I jog up to Memphis with Don Johnson (that's Nash Bridges, bitch) to hop scotch with little kids. I'm not stopping, don't need a rest. Not even a little bit. Because I'm high off the snicklefritz that I buy from my middlemen.

[DexLabb]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDltM9qJDJ0

one thing bout music when it hits, u feel no pain
still my vibe got every one a' these dumb bitches feelin' thaaangs

yeah, s-ippin on southern, up north for the summer,
got west on in the background , need one more to recover

percocet on dashboard, rollin' east like the tide,
u cant see what im sayin see the beast up in my eyesss

cant reach where im touchin, cause ur heart still hidin'
and robbin williams fuck bitches in the MOUTH MANNNN

[dull boy]

When I practice parts, no acting's done. I tap in to facets like avatars. I capture what encapsulates imagined states of self reflective developed head trips. I delegate the telling. Wait for selling's sake. I dwell in essence. Melt. Undressing. My cells assessing where shells will break. Hell's a taste I relish. Same goes for pathos. I blame hope.

I bleed rust through self inflected hugs against hell's indifferent love. I felt sadistic belting whispers out. I never felt intended. My shell's impending doubt drown in bells and whistles. Shout; the devil's listening now. You failed at living. How? Stale existence. Drown in the wells you're wishing down.

[UnbornBuddha]

Stuck in an island with every S.O.S. signal void.
I've been stranded here since I was a nimble boy
Having no one to share the beauty of my singing voice.
No mother thereby I named myself Sigmund Freud
The nincompoop who demonized sexual joy, the ether's coy.
Doing this all through his own brand of lingo coined, ego's ploy.
But before this I think my first name was in quotes "Roy".
With nothing but time in my hands I have found simple joy
Through extrapolating the deeper meaning of why wisdom cloys.
Perhaps I'm a Greek humanoid
For I'm deeply enraptured by what the letter Sigma points.
I have not in possession even the slightest simple toy
So I preoccupy myself with my spirit's embroidery, an embryo merry
From otherworldly calling that caused me to thoroughly enjoy fairies.
Little winged sprites whose company destroys worry.
Their presence has made finding salvation a fruitless plight of damnation.
I am quite content living forever outside the plantation where mutations of man are stationed.
After all, all they put their hands on gets grime and contamination.
The fairies even tell me they emit a slime that's contagious.
I do find it audacious that despite the gracious advice of the sages
The birds continue their outrageous flight of migration
Onto the outside of my native land that I describe as my nation.
Only when another, a girl, lands here do I realize my isolation.
Everything coalesced while the sprites made cries of invasion.
Her similar features with relation to mine vivified my sensations.
I was in utter elation due to being aligned with her placement.
And so I renounced in exclamation this world to find a new location!
She said to me something that only deified these temptations.
The mysterious girl said onto me "that my mind was fading"
She came because the birds spoke of the bind I was facing
An avian informed her with no one in my life I went crazy
Talking to myself, and only I all this time I created imaginary friends.
Beings who came to life, but with the cost of my honorary end
Their very existence sapped my life force, my weary arteries wept.
All I've seen I have dreamt, something my anatomy naturally bled.
Plus I am left wondering in jest if I too dream of this event?
Remaining innocent caused my sanity to have left.
Wanting to be nameless she said "I was her family's beloved guest".
She caressed me intimately until bed, I was admitted into her dress.
I found who I was meticulously in her breasts.
Next morning she exposed herself minutely in a flash.
She said she was an angel born indicatively in the flesh.
A little bird in heaven told her infinitely of my nest.
Amicably I was breath taken,
but became inflicted with what came next.
She stated she sought vindictively revenge
For not releasing her when I was stripping her of her wings.
I wasn't deceiving her of my sins,
In no point in time did I say I was lily livered.
I just want to fly and really enter my healing center.
Taking flight I left her there- looting the traveler.
Eluding the avalanche of her anger by using illusion to jab at her.
Scrambling her monitor- my moniker of mattering first proved adequate.
I laugh at her for falling victim to tactics so pusillanimous, so brutal anarchist.
Taking her place now I dabble in pushing Nazareth through his labyrinth.
The dubious mannerisms I used to escape my own brewing madness
Is testimony of the kind of power that rules any magic.
Don't view this as tragic, you'll lose all that happened.
For even though my face is pockmarked I am still beautiful in God's heart.
Yet, I solemnly swear to never return to that islet junkyard,
In which I bested a sub-par angel who now takes ark where the sun dark.

[Zen]

haha, ha, hah
Crimson sun cascades
on blades of grass.
Heat flows
across the waves,
they crash.
Deep blue, endless.
Gates to the past.
Oceans breathe, relief.
Faces masked.
Hopeless seas, seized.
Sways the raft.
Moments flee, believe.
Lay for a bath.
Cleanse, relief.
Hate has passed.
On your knees
praying to laugh.

[DexLabb]

you could be cool if you felt like it^

[Zen]

Every day's the same.
Coffee, black with a cigarette.
Sad that I'm still a wreck.
Mad at this little check.
Sore back from all the weight on my shoulders.
Go ahead and call that line cliché.
Hell, make it your moment.
Call me a faggot, then say it all over.
"What a progressive day. Thanks Jehovah!"

This is all odd really. We write as a hobby.
After work all day, work on the lines you're dropping.
Waiting on my Pulitzer. Where's my recognition?

Zen sucks. Stupid same rhyme schemes.

[dull boy]

Zen. You should download the album Bottle of Humans by Sole. Think you'd enjoy.

[Certain]

Zen. You should download the album Bottle of Humans by Sole. Think you'd enjoy.

Posts from 2001? But yeah, I agree. I don't like Anticon much musically, but the lyrics are tremendous.

[Zen]

I'll check it out on the YouTubes.

[Split]

awash in urban sprawl that settles
like coal dust in rain. oceans of gray.
life's a lost coastline that no one has named,
forsake a forgone conclusion, let it smolder,
enflame. corn cob Confucius. opium glaze.
foreclosed on your fate. baroque, for a change,
mortar & paste. unlucid. composing complaints.
poor souls ornate- the wealthy moreso mundane,
historical dates rather than praenomens sketched
on the coast in a sensuous copse with primal potent intent.

[DexLabb]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZofIMcxIt0

MOWFUCKAAAAA,

MY WRIST LIT
MY GAMES TIGHT
MY BITCH THICK
SHE DIP DAT
LIKE"A DIPSTICK
I DONT GO HAM
I GO FLIP FLIP
LIKE LIL FLIP NAH,
LIL WAYNE
IM PSYCHIATRIC
I BEEN INSANE
I PUSH DAT WHIP
I BEEN A SLAVE
TO THE DEITY
THATS IN MY VEINS
WHAT THT MEAN?
MAN IDKKKKK
I PICK IT UP
I RIDE IT SLOW
ALL I WANT IS
SPINNIN RIMS
AND 2 DUMB GIRLS
THAT PROLLY TWINS
I COULD WRITE 1000 LINES
STILL U WOULDNT GET MY VIBE
SO THIS ONES FOR U DUMBASS FUCKS
WHO THINK ITS HARD
TO LIVE IT UP
WHO THINK U NEED
TO BE ORWELL OR ROWLING
JUST TO GET THEM BITCHES CALLING
JUST TO GET THAT RECOGNITION
OH THATS yo GIRL GOD DAMN I HIT IT!
GOD DAMN I GET IT, GOD DAMN I FLOW
ITS NOT WHAT U SAY BUT HOW IT GOOOO
so listen up n pay attention.
cause this...
right here.....
is my.....


PRETTY. BOY. SWAG. (x113130)

[e11even]

Outta my slump with calluses, I'm back in this bitch.
A Jimmy fallon sub in the trap, whipping crack up again.
But the critics always critique on your mental physique.
Til the kraken awakens to ravage them, one THWAK! of the pen.
Fuck the bullshit. I'm back to be a factor my friends.
If you formally hated, prepare to get your phalluses snipped.

[Zen]

Sigh...

I'm tired when I wake up. Shit, now I gotta make stuff and strive for a career.

*Yawn* I grab my pay stub at the line in the rear then clock in with the other guys. "Hi, I'm here."

It gets old.

I've had the same life for years. No drive. I just lie with a pipe and a beer. I know it's unhealthy, but it's my life you, queer lol

[dull boy]

I've no ambition for position in this mission of gettin'. Earners are spending to garner attention from women. They say it's hard, but it isn't, they're swimming in a pond that I fish in. All I'm copping is wisdom. Acknowledge existence. Remain anonymous; drifting through this comet just living. No apologies given.

[Mr. J]

No committed description just the facts
with enough force to quickly adjust your back
a artist that sparkles with a love to chiropract
I'm Shakespeare here with a lust for rap
keep it low key with a revolver & a muffled cap
I'm too tough for that you little mutton rack
I'm absurd word to your mother black

[DexLabb]

god u guys are GAY AND LAME^

[dull boy]

Yo yo

I bust raps at mugs, black. Get the gun clapped at punk ass. Yo. I'm so cool and emotionless, apathetic and hard, ripping sets, Bart Simpson-esque with these bars. Get undressed. I wanna carve my tender flesh... wait wait, that's too emo, my bad... Yo yo, I wanna sell drugs like movie roles. I wanna be thug like Gucci, yo. I wanna hate love and lose control. Shoot slugs at school and... no, still too emo... yo yo, I'm so alpha I steal other people's personas, I'm so alpha I feel above ego. I'm older... nah nah, shit... yo yo, y'all are lame witcha feelings, get maimed by a million angry gorillas I keep chained in my village where I rape and I pillage. Yay, I'm a villain. No way am I feeling. Nah, that's gay, I'm concealing any ways of expression that don't result in hate and aggression.

[Mitch]

You're gay, just accept it.

[dead man]

pay your attention towards the stage. wait a second
rape an epileptic chick to shake up the session
stir the soup with lemon pepper. baker's convection
there's safety in numbers but way more safety in weapons