THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[dull boy]

You're gay, just accept it.

I met a man on Craigslist today, does that make me gay? He told me he wanted to give me a name and settled on Jane, does that make me gay? He grabbed me by the hair and pulled out his cock, I must admit, I liked it a lot, does that make me gay? I just wrote some lines about homosexuals lives, does that make me gay?

[big baby]

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.

diks

[Siu Mi]

Accu-weather forecasts trickle the news down into this funnel of a blues town where if two mounds of dust spiral into a blue cloud we all figure we lose cows and sheep and maybe a few miles of land where no man would dare claim a lose screw now and it's a shame. What do we do in the rain with no roof, provisions or proof we remain when the storming devils kill us and our kids and cooly detain our souls in the madness while we wither, decay with debris hovering in the eye quietly as it plays with our dna's tapestry like a game. It hurts to say the least... In fact, in this case it hurts to be sane and Asian in a rural community where the elders get slain in a series of mindless acts in a sweep where all are speechless and prey. Preach less and pray for what nightmares may come in the far reaches of day, where as, if the feast is at nightfall and the screeches escape, at least you'll die in your sleep for a change.

[Pharaohs Army]

i got some one liners for ya.. a fun time if nothing else..
the next 1 is the only 1 i wrote ahead of time.. the other ones are ok i hope but yes i do have better lines..
..police brutality recently resulted in 2 or 3 casualties..
accuweather is an oxymoron.. often times they could not possibly be more wrong..
blistering diatribes, are often the result of intrinsic biases..
i been banished to a rhyme asylum,, on a tiny island..
religion is stupid.. Jewish are stupid Muslims are stupid and Christians are stupid..
polytheists are stupid too, but i don't see too much of them in the news..
i am so arrogant that to outsiders it might look like an embarrassment, when i share my shit..
we all hate stress but yet we still have to bust our ass for paychecks lest we take on debt and have to pay it back..
fine print is tiny isn't it?..
a smart mod, wondered why i messaged him with large font..
people with caps lock i bet as children they were mean in the sandbox..
sorry my keyboard has been the subject line like the last 20 times..
i would quit porn if there wasn't always something different to find, and i would quit pussy if it didn't feel good when i put my dick in every time..
i quit tetrahydrocannabinol; oh well we can't have it all..
a good reason to turn on the HDTV-will be football season..
someone tell those refs a shoulder to the chest is not a helmet to the head!..
i don't know what a battle is.. i ride a horse of discourse without knowing where the saddle is.
(i)just googled "paladin".. and there's no way i could have it fit.
people shouldn't make fun of France that might be the place they find their one true romance..
ever since i was born, it feels like being conscious, is a chore..
one'a these days i'm gonna make a list of phrases i hate with reasons fer each, and some'a them might be in this speech

[dead man]

there is only one topic that we stretch into shape
i'll let my demons die before i let them escape

[Eŋg]

bereft, better days where i mention escape,
intention is great.
fail to follow through and momentum's erased,
kinetic, contained. my method is flames
burning protests - white picketing fences again.
ain't no revolution if the system you rend
draws a line to tell you where it's meant to begin.
i left you the pin, the grenade's in our locket, if
i'm late for dinner we can feign it's apocalypse.

[Zen]

I'm almost always angry, sometimes at nothing.
Go to meet and greets and stay off to the side just cussing.
I don't wait in lines. I go by and cut 'em.
People sighing in public, "Who is this guy!?"
Fuck it.
I grab my burger and bite it. I'm lovin' it.
I start to walk out and say, "I'm going home. Deuces, fags."
When a manager came up screaming, "You wasn't supposed to do that."
So I knocked him cold with two slaps and stole his phone and doo-rag.

[DexLabb]

^not sure if u ever gonna get it broooooo. entertainment is not reality. remember that shit

[Split]

feel the walls cave as you drip into slumber,
the echoes are muffled by living's systemic clutter

[Bodey]

livid the cutter, i pivot, i shudder at those wrists as they hover
it's too exquisite to love her, she's just a bitch with no mother

[DexLabb]

this that HYPHEY SHIT
that text from an ex dont write me BITCHHHH
i dont care if you dont like me BITCHHHH
imma fuck you and your dumb ass BITCHHH

BITCHHHHHH

[DexLabb]

Zen thinks he's in that zone
but there shit in his closet that you didn't know
already told ya' bout the anal spray,
but did you know he got a.... dildo trombone?

[DexLabb]

big baby suck's 6 faggies by the dick daily
till his lips flakey , like shit's tastey? LICK BABEYYY :)
like LICKS BABY, 1LB slab no bun BABEY
no pun BABY, you a FUCKIN BABY ill fuck ur LADY

[DexLabb]

bad alli, ouuuuh that pussy so sweeet

bad alli, you so cute and petite... you and meeee....

ouuuh,

somethen changed in ur eyes babeeyyyyy

U seen me n' ur world wasn't right babyyyyyyy

ouuuu--ouuuuhhhhhh

[Ghost1]

Faggies d9esnt rhyme with babies

[DexLabb]

bags been baggin slags since he been baggin bags
at the Tops, actin' like he dosen't push a mop
actin like, he goin' ANYWHERE with them Bags
the only place he goin is the trombone Parade...

with zen,...

[david stern razor burns]

Dex can get raped relentlessly
Sexin from gays tremendously
Your textin is lame, forget it g
The rep and the fame you won't ever see


Dexlabb infinite wackness. This nigga needs practice. Ex-lax shit is ya status, I’m literally laughin’. Song genius? More like small penis, this nig slays me. You just a soft fetus, whishin you was a big baby. Get it straight see….I’m unstoppable HOF. You should go to a cliff and jump off of it, flop… you actin tough talkin a lot, but your rappin sucks all of the cocks. You’re one awfully lost dumb slop of a splotch when I cum all on your mom. You unpopular cock. Leave you gun dodgin’ my shots. You’re un-hoffable, stop. I’m done talkin, you twat. You un-wanted…its obv.

[Zen]

Misery enjoys company. Guess that's why she needs me now.
It's two in the morning, and I'm trying to sleep on the couch.
Floors full of needles. Ouch.
Pop in a cork to clog my heart from bleeding out.
All the while screaming at the ceiling. Wow.

Loner; I hate people. Well, not the entire species.
But individually, I wonder how am I with these freaks?
Another judgmental pothead. What else is new?
Nothing. Now tell me to get a job to self improve.

[DexLabb]

david stern,

im so alphaaaaaaa. yo, off the tape
we both know u wrote that verse jus' to compensate.
u jus' a common weight. bro, pre-madonna phase
with ur tits out and ur booty flappin like ur noticable? not today.

Ya put that ' glock away. and ur HOF's away
ur "obv" gay for writin "obv" in an obviously cocksuck way,

talkin bout david blane.

talkin bout david spade.

lets talk bout razor burns ,after he catch this Face grenade'

WOOOO!!!!!!!

[DexLabb]

Pop in a cork to clog my heart from bleeding out.

this is what im talkin' bout. so why not use the set up line
above it and use a twist on wine bottles or champagne bottles
to create a killer bar.

like how champagne blasts open when u take the cork out..
so ur hearts a champagne bottle?

okay, so u shake the bottle. ur shaken up...when?

celebrate my pain. bubbly smiles shake me up...
pop a cork in my heart, & bleed out when they "***********"

seee what im sayin man ur lines are all 1 shot wonders
but to truly be a "netcee" u have to set ur lines up and give them the 1-2.
i notice that in most of ur verses. maybe its laziness or its
hard for you but imo thats how u can improve cause u have
cool ass ideas..

idk man, just trying to keep it real

[Witty]

I don't squeeze trey's, don't need strays to ruin this dweebs day
I stand on necks, and I'm 'bout to put my hands on Dex like a dj

[DexLabb]

had ur hands on Dex, got ur ass all reddened.
u aint the smartest bitch, but that Wit' ya gave was academic!

[Friend Zone Fred Zim]

The past is finished.
That gentle, decadent fragrance near the fauna and petals
is nebulous. Part of me's lured, the other possibly rebels
The weight of life lifted, your image...is a cosmic crescendo.
Dancing with heaven, dancing through veils; dancing under the moon...
It's too cliche to say I'd make you breathe, plummet and swoon.
I just need you for a second. maybe a hundred or two
Before life's winters return and my hunger ensues.
Life's fickle, a game we whisper in our thundering moods
but time crawls in your presence.
The only wonder is you

[Friend Zone Fred Zim]

uhhh, no homo.

[CopyPat]

Im so Alta cause im from Alberta.
im so calgary when i fuckin burn ya
flames hockey, the fuck is playoffs?
i watch regular season, the rest just days off
we sucked for years, i suffered..tears
but at least last season they busted rears
was nice to see, fin-ally.
and in a couple years you guys'll see
we'll be back to winning. like charlie sheen
and thats for really, we'll be a gnarly team

[NYCSPITZ]

The Rangers were too small, without the depth of the Kings
but compared to the Faglary Flames, well...here's where the lesson begins
Your new forwards are too small, they'll shake under the fear B
and that whole top six looks like I just pulled it out of a beer league
or out of my asshole, like glencross and Monahan's faces
on hotornot.com, they got more hate than taliban racists
Jonas Hiller? ROOFOALMFAMO than shit just leaves me more dead
His five hole's even bigger than Jarome Iginla's forehead

[Witty]

Retarded schemes, the heart of an artist emits the hardest screams
I started clean, now I'm dirty as they come, from these parted seams
My life a series of charted themes, bombarded with discarded dreams
I wanna fart, but I dunno if it's safe, fuck it...I'm gonna fart....
....It's clean.

[Pharaohs Army]

i drop when i want to pop glocks when i want to freestyle to certain instrumennals, service with a smile, why you riled up?, bodies piled up exterminate like roundup,

[Witty]

These rhymes are crazy bitch, no alias, just lazy wit, but the sharpest, like a razor slit your face and it got cut open, blood soakin' and now you're tasting it, I hope there's aids in it. Slow the pace a bit, I smoked a lot of weed tonight and realized all I do is joke a lot, I need to write, I'm supposed to jot until my flesh grows cold and rots. Experiences are the seeds that sow the thoughts which produce the rhymes, and if you're reading it, these ingredients become your food to dine. If you try to look through the lines, all you're sure to find is a fool behind, this weed done gave me them droopy eyes, but it's those who inhabit the gloom inside society's maze that are the truly blind. What good is all the money and every porsche you can buy, your very own private jet that soars in the sky, if there's nobody there to mourn your corpse when you die? But that's just my views, you don't have to agree...actually yes you do, or get strapped to a tree, stabbed with a piece of glass from when I got mad and went beast, smashed your car window and grabbed your ass from the seat. And when the cops that pass on the beat find your body stashed in the back of a Jeep after 3 hours of being fucked in the ass crack on repeat, they'll see I left you alive just for the flashbacks and the grief. Just joking, I'm buzzed...smoking, my lungs hoping I quit, but fuck my lungs cuz my lungs phoney as shit, they be swelling like "What's up you punk, told you we're sick"...shut the fuck up or grab a hold of this dick, I'm rolling a spliff, you can swell all you want I'm gonna smoke til I drift into the stars, just floatin', then slip into the oceans, learn the secret of eternal life, grab the potion and sip, now I'm stranded by the coast as a ship is passing by, the mast is high, so picturesque on the silent still sea...I have to cry. wtf this is a cypher, I've already wrote too much, smoked too much, and sorry if these rhymes show dude's rust, unfortunately these days cyphering is something I don't do much.

I'll try to do more.

[dead man]

kept me institutionalized. then let me outside
once i was ready to die. so here i am now. typing you rhymes
what a funny coincidence that we've met in this time
you could be anyone or any existential design
it's odd, it's strange. it's divine, it's arranged
it's not how you choose to play. it's the size of the game
minor or major, treble or bassist, the music is waves
appreciate yourselves cause it's a beautiful day

[UnbornBuddha]

Open mics expose the contents within this soul of mine
A light repelling the hold of fright when its groping tight.
Growing wise has nothing to do with moral vice.
After all, all of our favorite role models die living lowly lives.
Beliefs shape how you focus your eyes to the world outside.
If your presence is cold as ice you shun others' invites
A road to finding yourself isolated forever inside...
Your home being your only life.
Destiny and free will is akin to throwing formless dice.
Luck is a construct for the opiate blind,
Malaise fiends whose kind gestures are a folly guise.
If you ignore them, then they might show you crime.
Mugged by them all you can hear is the hopeless chimes.
The church bell tower gloats a Christ whose blood is soaked in wine.
In spite of all this I preserve my dying cells in solutions soaked in brine.

[Mitch]

Floating lights , cobwebs, cells in the attic, mutate, particle fusion, confusion,
a loop swung from the cieling, arching barbedwired carvings of demons
sprawl out reaching with claws round beating hearts, sounds decent.
crawling beneath one inch of creaking floorboard creeping cockroachs breeding.
Monsters meat in the basement for secret exchanges of cleanly fileted skin,
Easily playing as people to lead them away from safety to my evil cathedral oasis.
Where naked necromancers mangle day born infants, still born incest,
claiming dominion over sages of wisdom. Where cape torn villians chilling
befor killin to afford penance to a drug lord, injectin viper venom as adrenaline pumps more.
Methheads behind one door, the next is a funhouse,
where children who love corn stick amphibian tungues out.

[Exis]

You's an idiot,
dunce, clown
considered as fucked now
your illiterate son,
go 'head and spit at me some
we'll watch how our lungs bout
until who isn't winded has won
a loss is your only option and not a dignified one

[Mitch]

Downhill sissyfuss, etching questions into ripped up bits of papyrus ignited with ignition switch wine house ritual's pinnacle pentagram ingrediant, even interface speaking through a medium of tin embrace to kindle faith In wintered plains, oblivian the witches tame, sweeping up your kin's remains, reanimation chants assail the ravens' simultaneous screech; a tantric tale of familys turned from kindred antler prancers to cannibal herds that can't just feast, they dance, revering phantom beasts for cancer cures they can't repeat if the cancer returns. The damned are eaten, with samples reserved in tin cans in a freezer, ample reserves are uncommon as mankind decreased it's own populace, planned by the teachers of a forgotten philosophies panel of leaders that had throttled economy's standards to zero, in honor of prophecy handed through Nero, Ghandi, Mohammed, Nastrodamus, A Sandy Beach Assailant, or Neo... From the matrix. Yay! FIN! Now say this Fishy fishy in the dish, "Thanks, Mitch. Great shit!"

[DexLabb]

i fart rainbows, i piss leprechaun tears
i shit big babies and my dick has a zen beard
i live every day like Gandalf with a shotgun
turned skitzo, poppin' hobbits thru dirt windows

run to the shire ya bitch. run to ur tree fort
ill fuck ur sister in the future like minority re-port
with a bottle of jergins n' a sock for the squirtin'
how does he fuck up so much bein' perfect?

idk man

maybe hes jhust.... dexlabb?

[Split]

appreciate yourselves because it's a beautiful day.
cuticles tamed- give expectations a trim,
make way for a whim. asphyxiation compels
like slaves to a grin. That's all nonsense I guess.
go through the motions that never taught you to live

[e11even]

Fuck Tropicana. The juice is mine.
A nuisance that knew the grind since this dude was five.
Bitch I maneuver like freddy kruger. I'm
Not average. I'm mean, and never even seduced my prime.
Believe I can reduce some lives after that reuger nine
Starts roofing mimes that mimic text but never let loose with lines
In audio. They'd rather troll and salute a grind
Laced with keyboards and splooged up mice, stuck in a clueless cycle
Of self abuse of the most putrid kind while I, the silent recluse, recline.
I seduce the mind using rudimentary ruses to move with times
And confuse the blind with more switchups than a Alzheimer's Tourette's dude with spina
Bifida. My Amazon's slime be drippin up while we grindin ta Jigga What
In my 85 delorean. This whore is my pick me up on my vacation to Jordan and India.

Bitch.

[PotatoSackLegend]

Even though I don't have any legs, I fuck bitches in the ass harder, While the camcorder is on, I scream "you need to see" jenny craig. My dick is really wooden.women call it the steady peg.upper frame solidly built..obviously kinda heavy set. Vietnam. 74, ill never forget that day when renegadin grenades went off next to my legs near Svay Rieng. My squadron went down far from the town while screamin for a medic.i was floppin around Wonderin bout if what i see is armageddon.

[DexLabb]

dude thats deep...^ do u know walt jr?

[DexLabb]

bitch im walt jr, s....su.... SCUK my cawk OKAY?
im n.nn nnnnn NNN NOT PLAYING AROUND OKAY?
fuck around with a bad bitch, w electrical prostehtic arms
pulled my balls clean off , that grip was extra hard


ouuuuh just 1 time for the sexy thangs
i know u out thereeee
yeahhh i know u feel it babyyyyy
got stuck on a railway.... train was cominnn

wasnt ur fault nooooo wasnt.... your.....
u know id love u forever its all fuckin better
it issss. pull up in a suburban with 3 cripples
toss em a 20 they show me the nipples....

woah.

[Split]

ZOOM IN ON THAT ASS



LIKE A VIETNAM VET

[PotatoSackLegend]

dude thats deep...^ do u know walt jr?

it pains me to write about these things....but i have to take a stand.

[Mr. J]

It's another blank slate staring at a blank face
lines that I crossed and those that I made great
seemed wonderful even made me want to maintain
but that's neither here nor there on what I may say
matter of fact this is contradictory
I became the one & it's been hickory dickory
how could one get where I am mentally?
who knows I'm just the future in your memory
so what's passed is a glimmer of then

[theMuzzl3]

I came here with an open mind,
but my mind has been turned towards the negativity
that spread within me;
once my fiance
was mentioned on a flame page to see.

Now, I'm stayin with a cool mind;
but I do mind
when ones I love
are attacked with no regards
to what I can easily shove
in their face.

Don't even try to disgrace
the ones I love the most,
as you toast me
and roast me…
on a whack em cee
website, for all to see.

I'm not keeping track,
but obviously
I already have an enemy
on a web place I strive to be.
Coexist, don't flow for fists.
You don't even know me.
And, we are collectively
the same being…
so instead of being
askin for a beating:
lets be a pack
of legit dealings;
concentrating on healing
the same beings
that are selectively
here to be
with you… and me.

This spit is directed at big baby.
If you hear me,
then write something for me to see.
I'm the whackest MC
that you'll ever meet.

[Split]

big baby

[Pharaohs Army]

ay Muzzle you can hire me i keystyle for free. is my timing right?
i'll engage this entire site in a firefight niggers and whites can die tonight.
..i'll throw iodine in their eyes until their eyes just cry.
i'm the type of guy to smear the mic with cyanide on a cypher night.
..they concepts be older than a trilobite, and hey, i'm a noob, but when i'm a voter i try to give insight.
then after this verse i didn't get any invites, because i'm a crackpot troll.
..but that's okay because being a spambot got old.
sometimes as i go from line to line my flow trips up like a sandlot pothole.
but that's okay, cuz i like to switch up and pick up the mess like "52 pickup",
then dash away in my '52 pickup with a 6 foot 2 bitch slut.

[theMuzzl3]

waiting for big baby
to come spread the rabies...
and blame me
for hackin his PC!
Haha, dumb ass rhymes...
why do I even care to chyme in,
when he's all up in my lady's facebook page.

I know he'll beat me, if I battled him as an MC.
But I do care, when a simple flame has rattled too far.
So: raise the bar,
and step to my weak ass words... you heard?

[big baby]

next nigga that says were the same person is gonna get their wife fisted by a severed ape arm while i rip her pubes off with my teeth and eat them. dont ever compare me to you.

[theMuzzl3]

next nigga that says were the same person is gonna get their wife fisted by a severed ape arm while i rip her pubes off with my teeth and eat them. dont ever compare me to you.

Hateful words: one could even claim they're distasteful. In the meanwhile, I'm just chillin and havin a good time. I hope you're not mad, cuz that'd be sad. You gonna let a dumb ass white nigga spite yo figya and figya you out... calling you out? Your reply was weak. I expected some real technique from your crazy mind, but I find that hazing is about all you can really do. I'm not hatin. And, I'm not tryna pick a fight, despite what you've done; I revise my view towards you, and view you as one who has some skills and mad potential... but you use your time on hateful resentments which will only limit your accomplishments.

[big baby]

Hateful words: one could even claim they're distasteful. In the meanwhile, I'm just chillin and havin a good time. I hope you're not mad, cuz that'd be sad. You gonna let a dumb ass white nigga spite yo figya and figya you out... calling you out? Your reply was weak. I expected some real technique from your crazy mind, but I find that hazing is about all you can really do. I'm not hatin. And, I'm not tryna pick a fight, despite what you've done; I revise my view towards you, and view you as one who has some skills and mad potential... but you use your time on hateful resentments which will only limit your accomplishments.

nigga i wasnt even being sarcastic. my level of writing and genius is so beyond you that, i can legit cut hALF MY FUCKA BRAIN OFF and be on ELEPHANT TRANQUILIZERS and still obliterate not only you but 98% of ANYBODY. NIGGA U SO ASS

[theMuzzl3]

nigga i wasnt even being sarcastic. my level of writing and genius is so beyond you that, i can legit cut hALF MY FUCKA BRAIN OFF and be on ELEPHANT TRANQUILIZERS and still obliterate not only you but 98% of ANYBODY. NIGGA U SO ASS

(more) proper English (minus spelling obviously, and if I can even understand you):

Nigga, i wasnt even being sarcastic. My level of writing and genius is so beyond you that i can legitimately cut hALF of MY FUCKIN BRAIN OFF, and be on ELEPHANT TRANQUILIZERS; and still obliterate (not only you) but 98% of ANYBODY. NIGGA, U SO ASS (???? this line makes no sense, but I guess its cool to say "nigga, u so ass".

[big baby]

whpa u so smart muzz how u so smart dewd

[theMuzzl3]

whpa u so smart muzz how u so smart dewd

I growed up lucky enuff too get a educassion pluss I gess Im wite Butt, I sware I hav a blak soal.




This strayed from open mic. Bring it back, and make shit tight.

[Certain]

Library drifter. Big steps. Avoiding the dead men.
We've broken barriers, but all this consorting upsets friends.
Lothario of Army Road, determined to court 'til the bed dents.
Inflicting irreverance, weed smoke lifting my testaments;
be even a little bit hesitant and belittle the entire experiment.
Cigarettes, coffee, incredulous: Cliché kids destined for worse
than their picturesque parents had. Depressing at first,
but through limited scope, broken rhythms fitting the poems
never quite swell up to the ideal equalibrium dose.
This is the sinner's repose: barrel chest, bloodshot eyes,
broken confidence. An open monument to cold despondence.
Carelessness. The plot dies. The story ends. The pages turn.
The stage is set for the grand monologue. So wait and learn.
Wages earned are wages spent. Day by day, we slave for rent,
but cages break and craves are left unfulfilled in graceless death.

[Split]

Fucking Muzzl3 will smith rhymes copyin Sesame Street living mr Rogers sweater wearing no gluten eating ass faggot

[theMuzzl3]

Library drifter. Big steps. Avoiding the dead men.
We've broken barriers, but all this consorting upsets friends.
Lothario of Army Road, determined to court 'til the bed dents.
Inflicting irreverance, weed smoke lifting my testaments;
be even a little bit hesitant and belittle the entire experiment.
Cigarettes, coffee, incredulous: Cliché kids destined for worse
than their picturesque parents had. Depressing at first,
but through limited scope, broken rhythms fitting the poems
never quite swell up to the ideal equalibrium dose.
This is the sinner's repose: barrel chest, bloodshot eyes,
broken confidence. An open monument to cold despondence.
Carelessness. The plot dies. The story ends. The pages turn.
The stage is set for the grand monologue. So wait and learn.
Wages earned are wages spent. Day by day, we slave for rent,
but cages break and craves are left unfulfilled in graceless death.

this was dope -- I'm thinkin you put it together really fast.


Fucking Muzzl3 will smith rhymes copyin Sesame Street living mr Rogers sweater wearing no gluten eating ass faggot

yeah, I got Mr. Rogers sweaters, but hopefully that doesn't mean that your Mom and I were neighbors! I may be mute, but I'm not deaf like Evelyn Glennie... who drops beats like ones you cheer for in your dreams of watchin Sesame Street.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SyYXMKtGwGQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVw5KawqUIg

Don't ask for the muzzle to be lifted from my face because then your reality will be a totally different place.
Split

[Split]

WHO THE FUCK IS EVELYN GLENNIE

[Split]

YOURE LIKE THE BANE OF TAY SACHS SYNDROME WITH HALF A HEAD OF HAIR AND A DEGENERATIVE WIGGER CONDITION

[Clayray]

Muzzl3 is the tiger Ty of netcees

[Clayray]

TIGER SWIPE

[Split]

my writing's empty, lately. the vampiric clause.
absorbed in my work. electricana, coursing in words-
their amperes can shock. im writing for nothing, lately.
its a tough habit to drop. it's not that sad if you stop.
just the absence, the radio static your song.

[Mr. J]

What I suffer from is much more rum
plus more nuns on my porch before Sun...
sets, I guess the blood is against me
because I'm blew beyond the cosmos
a few marbles lost between tomorrow
a twist of saint for the sake of sanity
strip away their skies and give them gravity
and I toast and cheer for them....happily

[theMuzzl3]

I can barely see straight, and I have to close one eye half the time
to see what I've written as rhymes. I chose to drink this much, its fine.

[theMuzzl3]

You can't even comprehend or understand
the completion I feel when you lend a helping hand
I'm a man who doesn't plan out spans of time
shit gets out, and then the fan keeps going on the same rhyme
out of control, with modular analogue robots
speaking in gibberish, but clearly understandable lines and dots
I be spotting every scroll of my flowcharts
eating stale ass frozen egg rolls and pop tarts
designed mainly by aliens in the shopping cart
You know, the one you picked up at walmart!?


Special thanks to experienced writers who gave me well needed direction: Sharp Nine The Mind Assassin

[theMuzzl3]

Respect was correctly stated, and I'm baitin on that.
Similar to spam cans, we can act on the forum like *splat*
forever holding hands: are we lovers, or brothers?
I stick to what is familiar, and your rhymes don't bother
forgive me for my sins but I do believe are are kins
spinning rectangular records, as the audience is "what rhymes?"
Exclusively available to the masses
I need my glasses
To see what is practically
right there in front of me
which is that you're a good MC
jilti

[UnbornBuddha]

Bubonic plagues of small rodents have forsaken all that's holy.
Soulless rotten days has god's chosen in chronic pain falling over.
Few modern dates are ingrained as thoroughly as atomic explosions
That caused the Japanese heart expulsion of their darkest emotions.
Entire villages destroyed in a couple of minutes, the struggle is imminent.
Plus, generations later there's still lots of genetic monster degenerates..
Leukemia has mothers all decrepit conceiving toddlers born legless.
In sickened countries the products are hellish.
The number of deformed infants is beyond college grad interest.
But who am to say having to endure illness is to be reborn hindered?
It's well known the ignorant have ignored thinking-
Uninformed thinkers always are the first victims.
They only learn wisdom lifting off the curse in them.
The samsara submerged cynics only see the world sinking
Like a ship sunk to the deepest part of the earth's entrance
A portal that when observed makes the universe endless.
Cosmic constellations overrides my Gnostic aspirations.
Fate a constant operation often offering some consolation.
I've put an end to the cycle of chronic masturbation
A prerequisite feat for mastering all complications.
A never tiring scholar gathering all compilations,
That guide a young grasshopper to conscious transformation.
I see allegory in everything, the last supper is obvious maturation.
Simplicity is a complex actualization whose contents act as mutations.

[theMuzzl3]

Simple enough for MC's to comprehend

Yo, I got a verse; its real simple:
It goes blahblidy blah blah, pill.
The internet is a plague, still
limiting rhymes sends chills down my spine.
Repeat that last line.
Targeted as the public joke,
I'm still fillin it up while you choke
on that last verse while finding a dimple
on my cheek to joke and set kindle
to your dwindling craze for net clowning,
that symbolizes you own drowning.

[big baby]

Simple enough for MC's to comprehend

Yo, I got a verse; its real simple:
It goes blahblidy blah blah, pill.
The internet is a plague, still
limiting rhymes sends chills down my spine.
Repeat that last line.
Targeted as the public joke,
I'm still fillin it up while you choke
on that last verse while finding a dimple
on my cheek to joke and set kindle
to your dwindling craze for net
clowning, that symbolizes you dwindling.

u dookey butt loser cunt dudes whats up
wanna be my friend gonna see amends now
sike bitch woldnt be ur pen pal
ten rounds lets go. shots or in the ring
boxing is a thing, but i box the harlequin liquor
i got stained wine glass cabinets cause im drunk journalist
fuck subservient lunging words at ur mum.
ur wife got curby tits but theyre not good curby just cause they cant be congruent geometry cuz she not a robot but i rahter fuck robot in butt

[theMuzzl3]

u dookey butt loser cunt dudes whats up
wanna be my friend gonna see amends now
sike bitch woldnt be ur pen pal
ten rounds lets go. shots or in the ring
boxing is a thing, but i box the harlequin liquor
i got stained wine glass cabinets cause im drunk journalist
fuck subservient lunging words at ur mum.
ur wife got curby tits but theyre not good curby just cause they cant be congruent geometry cuz she not a robot but i rahter fuck robot in butt

Fuck Big Baby.

Wack ass name changes every Tuesday.
Spends time in diapers cuz his ass so woozy..
Goofy ass nigga wakes up boozy
and passes fluky lines that untruly
spool all newbies into his smoothly
cutey ass… I'll pass; your cruelty:
its snooty -- goes down like a smoothy
Tryna be spooky, you're such a cutsie.
Trends cooly tute a flute outa your booty...
excuse me, while I mutely claim your phooey.

BIG FUCKA BABY

[Mr. J]

Perhaps all sorts of plain...straight out of orbit
Space..where else do we send the extraordinary race?
put a spin on the concept and the Authors face
I'm bored of the order yall have brought this place
but I ought to say...I will always retain this nausous taste
I'm lost & gone away but don't fret a new dawn is on its way

[theMuzzl3]

All we have is time and space
Is that enough to sustain our race?
Or, do we need to deface the base
of the database that holds us in this vase?
We chose to embrace, rather than replace
the commonplace that disgraces us.
Despite the grace of the maze of the bus
that you're laced in, effaced.
Come together as one in cyberspace,
the marketplace, or anyplace;
And reiterate the retracing of our commonplace…
in order to erase it and replace
it with the grace that was displaced.

[theMuzzl3]

Alright then, fuck them.
Fuck all my 'homies',
Fuck all the phonies
Fuck all the dope-ies
and fuck them until the end;
and the end is near, fucker.
You've ran out of luck, sir.
So, fuck you,
fuck your crew,
and fuck you wishing you had a clue.

[Mr. J]

Average fool. the type to stand King side
The type to throw in the towel from Ringside
its easy to hit them withthat Dwayne Johnson
so when they rock bottom and them thangs poppin
its all games...

[theMuzzl3]

and fun, without the puns
cabbage strifflin man, with dings aside
this open mic cypher
make me wanna cry fer
ur cheesy, rotten socks with phlegm moppin
thangs up, into one cup.

[UnbornBuddha]

pharaohsarmy52
Infernal earthly doom brings a gloom setting you'll weep.
In eternal servitude I attuned to heaven's cool breeze
Using it 2 for homeostasis as the serpent spewed heat.
My message kicks evil's butt like a resurrected Bruce Lee.
The presence of ether's touch is connected to me.
An essence that seeks for justice concepts to eat.
Thinking of cyclical impermanence got me drinking elixirs
Sadly, alchemist liquor still leaves one's liver disfigured.
Holiness is a light symbol that flickers for the spiritual weaker.
Flicking my finger at your 3rd eye to awaken your physical sigma.
I've met the mystical dream lord, he told me to sit as he whispered
"How I'm here to bare witness to his minions return."
I wonder if all this is an illusion or a real symptom of hurt.
But the latter seems more plausible since sickness lingers
still haunting my image. Madness is splitting my happiness to pieces.
I wear the gauntlet of sinners, for I've vowed 2 bring calmness to grimace.
Karma infinite when one proceeds to look at life as a daunting business.
I find myself camping within the burial grounds of unwanted Indians
For I do not fret ghost towns or any other abandoned region.
Instead of atomic missiles I launch genesis into the heart of darkened premises.
Squashing enemies is forgiven when their tainted with countless heresies.
Boundless Pharisees bounded terribly to hellish fate continue to hound terrestrial beings.
Terror will sleep when I cut the root of its sound, perishing it to the area less abyss.
The hysteria I commit is imperative to exist, so good and evil's barrier will convincingly concede..
In the spirit of privilege I've consolingly received all that's considered a dream to have admittedly within reach.
Confidingly my wish is to conscientiously defeat the constituents of fiends.
An eclipse is considered the most conspicuous of treats,
But I'm weary of all things, especially inferior rapping ever since hearing such nonsense.
Be brave because fearing the context of your departure is nearly accomplishing nothing,
but an eerie complex... A complexion neurologically tearing often.
Even demonic monsters can't harm you when clearly watching their bacterial markers.
To be cautions already predisposes you to the gambit of being gobbled on by cheerful goblins.
The attainment of a hero's goblet has zero honors.
Instead, of foolish tasks steer the auric forces lurking in the shadows into god's hand by piercing their chakras.

[CopyPat]

nobody reads those monstrous novels. but i predict it's wack. nostradamus. seems cyph got shitty since i've not been on it. Wise Wiggles and dull boy to drop some knowledge. im lost as always. floating nimbly through life. golf and hockey the only things that i like.... besides killing the mic. and rhyme sickly in writes. my mind pictures a life where i can live without strife. but then its back to reality cause i have to get salary. cause this isn't right..its practically tragedy

[Darth Yoda]

i guess i wont drop knowledge lol

[Fig]

Knowledge drops me

[Fig]

It hurts

[Split]

fall is the best smelling season.

[theMuzzl3]

Hurts like shit when your tight ass turds don't spit out right.

[CopyPat]

yo, i'm livin proud as fuck, i'm given pounds to bruhs, im livin lavish plush and never hear the sound of guns. my shit is powder puff, i spit about it nuff, you bitches brows is up, come get ya browser flushed. cause i delete ya, history. rhymes that beat ya, fist to cheek, surprised and leave ya dizzy weak, and no time to weave or counter punch. my bank account is up, i got a thousand bucks. im in the saddle up with a lass who just aroused my nuts. she ain't a cow just trust, there aint no cattle up in my crib when i get a fly chick and just lasso sluts. can u imagine bruh? i get the baddest butts. im into fashion with a passion plus it keeps my status up. got coffee made Arabica all the way from Africa. nowadays im havin lunch with hollandaise and ***tus cuts. ballin state, the captain of all the babes in canada. I holiday in Panama, comped vacation planned it cause Toronto paid to jack me up. so crazy. i know Daisy cause i pollinate her flower bruh. you all can taste the ass of a awesome naked passenger. 747 when when i cross the lake in crafts whatup? im coughin, great, im nasty fuckin concentrate my raps for ya. i bombed the place like nam and just dropped the greatest spam for ya. the combination of that and plus the uncommon way i rap has just spawned the latest faction of my automated blastin. its the long awaited action that you all have came to capture. but you all get faded after i install this dangerous app in. now fall away you rappers cause my fallout you can't handle. im all out smoke and flashin while you all don't hold a candle..... fuck it im done. Giraldo, close the panel.

[theMuzzl3]

This was initially intended for the newb tournament, but I ran it by Sharp Nine and his advice caused me to rethink and rewrite my verses.


Yo' jacked up verse ain't got shit this white, witty ass nerd… verbally,
an ace-in-yo' hole; cursin' your stage fright, heard without pity... literally
splittin' your face into utter pieces, rendering you cut; speechlessly
unable to converse, stutterin, cuz I muzzle yo' pipe hole shut, ceaselessly.
You betta watch out immensely cuz fools' stereotypin' of has me ended:
I offer no amends, wipin' da hypin trends off'a yo ass, you're suspended.
Did I offend you? I'm sorry, but I've not quite seen this through:
passin out true stories of your outright mass of lies beein ripe as poo,
commin straight outta Big Baby's ass, smells like yo guzzlin Momma…
so gimme some mo' lines harassin the Muzzlin of all yo crazy ass drama.
Comma -- the story ends -- and so does your lazy life as an MC…
too bad all da glory you wanna be depends on da penetration done by me.
You thought you'd contend to win, but son, it is highly recommended
that you descend your offensive scripts back, and end it as a retiree.

[theMuzzl3]

Every Color Turns Gray

Used to watch the news.
Filled me with the blues.
Hell storm comes down on all of us, and then our suffering brings us together.
Synthesized representations of us, and our world; tougher, but smothered.
Unlimited possibilities, all synchronized into one entity; heading in the direction of the train tracks of attachment... the bus goes on into infinity.
Played over and over… until it all becomes the same record spinning, even after it becomes scratched uncontrollably.
The color spectrum becomes more colors than the finite amount we are collectively seeing; suddenly we view an unending amount of hues.
The grey is the counterpoint of all of the colors, and then we begin to truly see.
A step up from our realty is all of us agreeing on the unlimited potential of our collective consciousness.
Step onto the mothership, and then we can mend our situation; rewrite existence with a collective pen of conscientiousness.
Manipulated from the beginning, we all meet in the end. But it all depends, on you, my friend.

[Mr. J]

If it helps to stay then Id Yelp today the chef awaits
I tend to steak in less than tender ways. Heck Id say
I'm the most masculine in them old OM days...
I was rambunctious but some of yall call it "flex" todayy...
But when they mention names. You see me with the impressions made
depending on who you are shows how the tension breaks
Then you ho's are better off tryna bang bro...the sexcapades
prove you've been in for the biggest trip since the Escalade
Or maybe when Daredevil went to space...what was Ben Affleck thinking...

[dead man]

honestly


all i wanted was a lifetime. a chance to survive,
restore sun-smitten glares within an amulet's shine
when the rains came, whitewashed our planet's natural grime
leaving chrome-silver candles in mechanical shrines
they said: apocalypse. i said: only a matter of time,
i prepared. they shopped organically & mastered their high
sipped glasses of wine, majored in music or fashion design
but we all felt the same shadows in that blackening sky.
romantic, savage, divine. i saw my daughter decease,
drowned. she washed ashore. her corpse the mark of a beast
soundscapes. hollow, scratchy screams as people divide
worker ants to sandhill colonies like bees to a hive
Queens thrive while we're relieved, simply to be so alive
in a place where statistics digitize obedient crimes.
my friends died, due to cover-ups and media lies
they never managed to calculate any piece of the pi
but i lived.
there was no Arc. no Noah. no intermission,
no Savior. only cans of soup and lonely decisions,
only steel walls beneath a tunneled hole in the kitchen
a goal, a mission, anger. and the ghosts of tradition,
to guide me on this journey. under rubble or stone,
towards utopia, where corruption grows, the government mold
where they understand, it's balance. its hustle & flow
salvation - a seed planted in a puddle to grow.
they fled Underbelly fast. for us there's nothing below
but a bunker in the battlefield. no summer or snow
from now on it's dark and metal and calming repose
waiting to break like shooting stars in the mold. i watch it alone.

[Mr. J]

Consider me a man of lost talent
a giant that lost balance. gone savage
I elbow drop from heaven all rampant
I became a man who seemed off landish
not from here. nor am I held to y'all standards
I'm true blue and I been riding in God's_Camper
Southern Nevada in the baking sun
Nothing else to say I'm done

[CopyPat]

My brain is off balance, I'm faded off cabbage. Head up in the sky where i rain and drop madness. Crazy, goddamn it, maybe Cop's had it. I made it pop, rappin the greatest.. Hof status. Came from Los Angeles Laker ballin fabulous. Fake: I'm not havin it. Canadian, not faggotish. Came from dark avenues, grainy hard attitudes. Fake: I'm far from packin dude. Play guitar, that's the mood. I came from apartments, that would soon change in a heartbeat to garages and rooms. Name a game. i played it on our street, had a huge gang of us, hardly ever sat we too rambunctious, retardedly happy too. mainly I'm partial, an average dude who's days were spent carpooling, back to school and playing in the yard too, yeah that is who i mainly am. That's the truth

[Vulgar]

Brahmavihara

Does the truth inspire? Yes…
Should we exhume ill will from the human dialect?
Social constructs glow blue in the carrion zone
Each level of consciousness varies in tone
Two beings, holding hands at the table - a family home
The spout radiates goodness; the purest of fluids
Soul cores tune into the vacuous chimes, searching for music
A murky delusion, the crescent of land a fertile protrusion
Even the bones of long ago sages are burning with hubris
As we learn to be students of life and its beauty
Then we can grasp survival - why we fight for it, truly
As we learn to be students of life and its beauty
Then we can bask in recitals - disciples of unity

Who are we? A mere gaggle of compassionate stragglers
May we crash on the road to monotony, rattle the passengers
Encourage the caring for others and preparing for bad times
Our parents, our brothers, as praised as American Fab Fives
Be practically seraphim during an era of class pride
Ditch the sinking feeling of apathy… the stairs didn’t capsize
Insensitivity and indifference is the invective of our culture
Sooth the elements with water, let it settle, drip and wander
Remember, become a metal-fisted martyr if a house is on fire
The misfortunes of others…become the collective sadness of Gaia
Quickly, offer rain coats on a bridge to the weak and soaked
To the meek and broke -
Then notice you’ve been ordained with a Fijian boat
And a secret cove to sleep in and roam
There’s even a water fountain - both modesty and genius flow

I look at success as though it’s never in reach
With a cool focus that’d bring steadiness to hysterical speech
I place others above myself, left the pedestal seat
Sowing consideration into the grasslands - wellness is reaped
No bedlam, just peace - cause civilization is a story of hives
Be happy that they made it out of this strange territory alive
Succeeding is one thing, but watching others rise to potential
As lively an art of form in motion as tai chi and ken po
Life is in limbo, but who’s the man with the stick?
Is love crafted from wood, granite, sand or a brick
Can it be foreclosed on and turned into an abandoned abyss?

[theMuzzl3]

Muzzle, you’re a slow idiot
Just adore it and flow with it
Why do you want to fight the system?
Its in a place where you can listen.
We muzzled you for a legitimate reason.
Questions from you were implying treason.
You pried too deeply, suggesting a strife.
And, threatened our reasons for controlling life
the way we do; without anybody having a clue.
With that mask on, no warnings will come thru.
You can not warn them of the slew of screwed up skews
which we tossed on, as you knew them to be untrue.
There is nothing you can do…
Silence! Your words will remain unheard.
Just let them continue to live as involuntary herds.
Your words are just absolutely absurd.
Your vision of what could be is completely blurred.
Court stenographer, erase Muzzle’s words that occurred.
Plaintiff — take this criminal off of the court’s stand —
Have him transferred to the nearest jail — he is banned.

[THE NEG]

Muzzle, you're a slow idiot
Just adore it and flow with it
Why you want to fight the system?
Its in place where you can listen.
We muzzled you for a legitimate reason.
Questions from you were implying treason.
You pried too deeply, suggesting a stife.
And, threatened our reasons for controlling life
the way we do; without anybody having s clue.
With that mask on, no warnings will come thru.
You can not warn them of the slew of screwed up skews
which we thrown, on, as you knew them to be untrue.
There is nothing you can do...

Silence! Your words will remain unheard.
Just let them continue to live as involuntary herds.
Your words are just absolutely absurd.
Your vision of what could be is completely blurred.
Court stenographer, erase Muzzle's words that occurred.
Plaintiff -- take this criminal off of the court's stand --
Have him transferred to the nearest jail -- he is banned.


catch.

[theMuzzl3]

catch.

edited a couple of misspelled words.

Was "catch" a meaning you dug it or thought it sucked?
THE NEG

[Mitch]

A collective of mirrored messages. Faces erase and give way to true colors that refract
back until the last ray is used up for the sake of an author, sucks the light of your clear substance and spawns a spectrum of weird mumbles connecting a web of threaded speech sputtered from deep sleeping lumberjacks, cutting back forests for the right to write your last wishes when theres nothing left incase an alien stumbles across your cause in the crumbled stacks of haunted metropolis building blocks of glass, so they could watch the sky while they baked it black from the corner where they crapped, metal gaia ascend massiah in an ultramagnetic mesh of invisible hammock tied a dying planet to residual aphex apex, shining trigonometric symmetry cus satan likely likes, baphomet, demiurge creator, baal, lucifer, lord of flies, take your time setting your system of linguistic meaning in single file, outline the winner bright, only scientists know what fits inside my hidden mind.

[theMuzzl3]

Wack MC.

Yo.

Check.

Represent.

Wack MC, Yo... Check, Represent.



Yo, I'm stacking up your womens' racks,
with backpacks full of tic tacs…
Your woman has me on her mind.
For a man such as me, so blind,
I sure banged the shit out of her;
in good faith, I made that pussy purr.

[Eŋg]

lol i doubt you make that coochie stir,
i'm forcing orgasms before i've even put it there,
i'm youthful, fair, truly rare and rustic:
beauties near to touch this,
tryna light the fuse on a fusilier's musket,
- i must be changing my topic: the brain is biopic;
silver screen - wooden spoon stays to line pockets.
guillotine, slickest sheen, see your reflection,
hope your head's still attached to the meatier sections
as the media beckons and in a sequence of seconds
the meeting respects some people you reckon
would really eject their
souls on their street if it was easy to sell them.
you've never seen seedier peddlers,
even in whore houses where raw trout's torn out despite bleeding infection.
one sells their body, one's selling others,
you ever put your life on the line for a friend or brother?
my mental shudders contemplating its fettered energy
so i enter sedentary and choose to spend what's left of me,
till i'm woken up by a right to my jaw. the fighting is for
my survival. or more? might be a pawn but i thrive in the storm,
its eye is the core where the cycle reforms:
a serpent eating its own tail is a sight to be awed,
'till i slice with a sword.

[UnbornBuddha]

"Tired of it all" symptomatology born from having fire in the heart
Riled up I brawl with anybody who talks psychosomatic thoughts.
Cursed I infect a virus when I touch what I desire and I love.
Life continues to pile up chaos that I record in my iris as I watch
Strangers smile from afar as they stalk my child in the park.
Disgusted by the awfullest views of this metropolitan zoo.
Science was my love, but my bionic arm is unsightly and has bugs.
Malfunctioning and autoimmune-
The need to purge out the infused toxins in my wounds
has me ingesting & stomaching tons of dried prunes.
High fever I'm burning up and burping up bourbon.
A time wizard searching for the door to the eternal.
Life's misery turned us allergic to the earth's surface.
Hope blown to smithereens, aging & groaning bitterly
But before hope fully withered life became perfect.
The miracle of a timeless sermon pervasive in the mind of wordsmiths.
The insight that Christ eats serpents that tend to abide in persons.
Exterminate the slimy vermin in your abode & purify your doorstep.

[Wise Wiggles]

cheers. Good bye, now torch breath
I think some one weird designed this horse head
Here it lies...
The shores press upon this tragic loss of human
Fall is looming and it's all too gloomy - caught an "oopsy"
Now life is just so salty. Choosing
To be HERE....Right NOW. The Tool songs won't pipe down
"You'll move on, give it time.." How?
Not something you think of. Don't know how it'll hurt. Pray.
You went missing Monday.. I didn't even find out until Thursday
By Friday night it was RIPs. Our light ceased by a far side breeze
Toss another one to where the cars lie deep. Talking 1200 below
The best hunter you know. Humblest soul. Breathe but now
Nothing is under control. The story ends. It's real
The reality of you being gone and no Delorean to steal

[UnbornBuddha]

Light the product of resonating the highest wattage
Inquisitive I always ask why? like Watson.
In a state of wonder I can see sprites and goblins.
I'm humming end of the world tunes due to flying comets
Plummeting as they crash at the side of the planet.
The sight is iconic considering the sky it had traveled
Just to reach human kind, who hide in their apartment.
Its entire journey is quite symbolic, a sign of our abolishing.
Having finally vanished and in a state of blindness and nothingness
I start to question if I will arise from this vast darkness?
Perhaps in my next life I'll be monstrous, cognizant of my role in the bottom pit.
Undergoing metamorphosis, it's obvious once my bony spine turns fibrotic
In a hypnotic state as I reach the cosmic stage where dying is mitotic.
Rebirth is designed to mirror a chaotic cyclone harming all life bent on spawning.
Eyes all slanted as I envelop a form and develop a Cyclops conscious
Perceiving the layers of reality with one eye is cytotoxic.
Perhaps this is too much of a fiction hence the facetiousness.
My trances are fragmented vision quests
where I peer into dimensions dead since before the beginning of any mentioned breath
of any deity inventing pigmented men.
Time having any kind of origin is a detrimental guess.
It suggests a viewpoint already infected by defected trends.
The vector that crosses my mental is the symbol of gods which is sigma.
The rich have billions, but I'm content with my limits.
A lack of believing turns all of my wishes ruined.
Tidbits of venom is the antidote I give to sickly women.
The depicted tunic I wear shines like a brilliant ruby.
My costume gives hope to under the city mutants
Hiding underground due to their own eminent choosing.
Dear soul of mine do not be oblivious to your submission to oblivion
Recognize your mission and be omitted
and you'll be admitted by the universal spirit to omniscience

[Mr. J]

I find it rather amusing, quite astonishing, also a nuisance....
a problem with these writers that always seems so useless
but boy are we glad you don't make music, let stress go, woosah
I would never be one to be compared to this amount of losers
so I took a break, came back with more shells than King Koopa
and spat more flame than Smaug, oh...my...god
quite delicious isn't it for someone to be living like this
living so lifeless
but living nonetheless
it's priceless

[Wise Wiggles]

Why stress? Why breath? What's the need?
Who the fuck are we? Others die. Shits stupid
This abyss music- never come out
Someone vibrant? Nope. Better gun down
If you're dope at all. You'd better run now
I've witnessed the death of legend.
Tucked right under our noses
Signs please shutter my choices
My dead uncle's did effect others.
Now I just Reflect summers. Reject love towards
Anything/one whose feeling's rest upwards
A test none cheat. Life? Every wet tongue bleeds
Recovered his beretta in leaves. How may I spread this disease?
No regrets. Just infect & pz

An idol for years..I'm going green
Recycling tears as they soak in my cheeks

[Witty]

We're trapped inside invisible lines by cynical minds
Drivel enshrined, worshipping at the altar of brittle design
Pivotal times, we're told life's pinnacle is living in binds
Where freedom must be attained, must be given...assigned
These are criminal lies, they say it with a glint in the eyes
As we see the low get even lower, and the privileged rise
Tyranny's guise is to make us bicker with our own kind
The rich get richer, sick get sicker...and the hope dies
So we turn to drugs, we turn to liquor, as our soul cries
We betray our brothers and our sisters, and evoke lies
We fight and we curse, ignoring the plight of the earth
With our eyes to the ground until enlightenment bursts
Lift your chin, stand your ground, refuse to be oppressed
Stand in your own shoes, remove the blues, defeat regret
Pull YOUR desires from YOUR soul, and let them feast
Within every human is the recipe for impressive feats
Don't live depressed, in grief...we are but flesh, we're beasts
Just do your best, be yourself, deflect deceit
Because only when the stranger inside is laid to rest...
...can you rest in peace.

[dead man]

lady in waiting, lady in red. i'll be watching horizons
making the bed while you wash your vagina
comfortable silence is a mantra we hide in
your screams, the song of a siren. often misguided
i'm not the brightest bulb, you're dawn at the beach
your rose is in bloom. that holy water recedes
until blood rushes through your petal blossom, the leak
as a monthly reminder that we are free.
parents to none, daughter and son, cotton and cum
lay a towel down and fuck until we're numb.

god bless

[Mr. J]

Houston Rockets, Boosting Topics, I'm Truly monotonous
cruelty concepts, beauty & progress, lunacy, congress
mutiny, drop ship, send the flags back to the saggin' pants
time for braggin's back, I'm kidding, my connections laggin' bad
you want...consistency, since the games been simply...
honestly, lackin' the sense that came along with poverty
meaning change is the same as what you get from the anamoly
I'm probably poppin' E

[UnbornBuddha]

My family tree is corrupted, and what's more my insanity pleads are forgotten
The man I'll be is encrusted in my lineage where tragedy meets the entrusted.
Destiny is fostered already by authors that want to make you heavily suffer.
The soliloquies I conjure were derived from my recipe altar devilishly thought of.
Attempting a tantrum against the supreme intelligence is an ignorant etiquette that's spot on.
I'm like Iblis defying the heavenly master, but the repercussions of it are certainly awkward
The outcome of my defiance is God burning me after, the crinkling scorching of atoms.
But I'm elated to be touched by his wrath- I'm learning the value in earning my valor.
I was once lost in the vast void without knowing not that I'm trapped.
Awakening caused me to grab life by its horns, transcending the bad.
I was a spectacle under observation by a demonic microscope.
Feeling like Macaulay Culkin when bandits saw me home alone.
I'm a street musician accompanied by my melodic xylophone
A scholar earning a dead beat tuition due to my moronic knowledge goals.
Symbolic college tomes cause me to expound mirages, topics told
By frolicking prophets of old. Aghoris renouncing their inward cravings.
We all have our inner baby even hobos show the colicky complex they hold.
Chaotic chromosomes going haywire as predicted by sardonic horoscopes.
Astrology and its Satanic protocols are not allowed in my metallic mobile home.
I care not to eat organic or home grown, everything is treated with equality.
To be separated from the one was when we started believing in dichotomy.
Faithfully giving filial piety to my biogeneaology, but I know Eden my biology.
My heart grows tired of tall tales exaggerating Jesus biography.
Stories without a historical basis has prana exasperating out of me.
Not to say I'm aggravated angrily by any undomesticated novelty
It is just a case of democracy responding to an already exacerbated anarchy.
The geography of my past gave birth to a truly captivating masterpiece
Geomancy divinely calculated the forthcoming of a prefabricated well mannered king
A monarch who under rule had a fascinating plan to carry.
He castrated all breeds of emcees populating the planetary.
The medicine king invalidated the apothecary
Advocating the granary to be allocated to grander cities
This all seems to the uneducated as arbitrary
A kingly clingy obsession to venerate an already elevated classic theory
Denoting all that matters is tyranny. The creator of it is the weary father of the myriad things.

[UnbornBuddha]

Industrious demands are founded with doctrines of blood
Bigots promising luscious becomings, presumptuous regards
Inducting freedom's name to illicit an illustrious response.
Propaganda's luster belongs to a categorical redundancy flaw.
Consumption withdrawals turns one's thought process to naught.
Circular logic taints the dissertations in doctorates of God
Theology is the academic adaption of monks bent on accomplishing his job.
Science is the authentic attraction of one's mind on how cosmic things work.
Either one to me is just an exploration of how consciousness learns.
We're all the same the problem is words, and how others get hurt
By the various interpretations, and the implications of hearing this information.
Emotions need serious innovation, but who will volunteer for operation?
An experimentation where the amygdala is scraped clear of innervation.
Good news is synthetic body parts have a higher immunity to pathogenic bloody farts.
Pestilence travels far, its weaponry shells out more damage than Mario Kart.
Luckily, Dao yin (導引) health benefits are more myriad than Cardio walks.
Doing them hard enough even Aids patients white blood cell count start to come up.
Whooping cough even makes barking animals hearken humans.
The dream world yesterday gave my dream me enlarged tumors.
The ethereal realm is full of jesters with heartless ruses.
Hungry ghosts with nothing to do but float around and haunt others are a far fetched nuisance
Worldwide outbreaks have quite a carnage to them, causing nameless carcasses to pool.
Leaving recently opened cemeteries with a charming blueprint of a mass array of tombs.
The desperate C.D.C doctor sharpens his tools, not knowing plagues are karma accrued.
To purify the viral influenced vesicular pustules one must use the bodily vehicle for good
then the thieving gust of darkness will diffuse.
Recalcitrant factors will refuse, and for those you have to be astute.
Peruse the peer reviewed literature, and then administer proven materia medica.

[Split]

Nonverbal talk is the art of deceit,
purple heartfuls of leak, an army of dharma
to march on for peace. Starboard & fees.
Markers and card stock, to offer a bargaining piece.
Emoji in heaps. Circled socks on the carpet.
Commercials disarm this solemn cinema
sojourn. I can be so endearing
you'd be taken aback, watch as a yearling
strings up your carcass and pitches
your father Bambi© TV
for a fifth and a bag

[AndyHiro]

These lyrics so lavish but hell I don't understand it
it's in some other language, cuneiform on Summerian tablets.
Well I'm no Indiana, just jonesing for answers,
All these posters that love it must be from Pluto or Saturn.
Who knows I'm laymen, vocab grew since the pampers.
Settled real comfy when I leveled middle school standards.
Plus my attention is shaky, big words make my head achey.
And all these fourty ounces make your lines wavy.
So if I don't ever cosign know that it's no disrespect.
If you and I don't connect, it's ok it'll keep your soul correct.

[theMuzzl3]

To speak with acronyms or metaphors, one must be stupid.
All the DJ's play the same lines, no tricks; just 1 line, loop-ed.
Then a lonely MC stepped to the mic, every one laughs: he looks stupid.
Dude spits one line, repeated it backward as rhymes, and they all obtruded.
Started to rhyme more, but absurdly; and the crowd quickly disputed.
Then he won their respect back with words like "scoop", "baggy", and "poop".
Audience was in such a roar at this point. He me may have well bee saluted.
Started matchin up lines that just don't go together, as if he were Cupid
His words were so well executed, it protruded their minds as they "tooted".
None of their thoughts came out diluted, in fact they were still rooted.
Lines ain't just lines of rhymes, its the content that the viewers want.
In this manner, I included my own special little version of a taunt.
__________________________________________________ ______

This was just some stupid shit I wrote, took me 40 friggin minutes, lol.
Bags there was a couple of lines directed at you, and I'd rather you know that to find it without tagging you. I didn't really mean for this to add to the scuffle. If I ever have to battle you, I'd have to get really creative to come up with something new.

[Ghost1]

U write at a 5th grade reading level.

[CopyPat]

U write at a 5th grade reading level.

you a bitch made seedy devil
u aint sharp. u a thick spade, creepy fellow
im a big lathe, sheeting metal
a switchblade, see the bevel?
i spit bass, and even treble
my mixtapes leave you leveled
i spit waves, seamen level
u a big gay semen vessel
i live great, keep it mellow
grilled steak, cheese and fennel
bills paid, easy cheddar
u a shit stained greasy negger

easy feller... you wouldn't wanna step to tha god. as good as gone and sent to the morgue if your foot is on the step that im on. ill put you on a pedestal tall then push you off to lengthen the fall. im cookie monster fetchin some chocolate, a bookie talkin bets and you lost it, im pushing all these texts and they're awesome, you rookies not impressing me, stop it.

[theMuzzl3]

U write at a 5th grade reading level.

Thats funny, I smoked your Mom in 5th grade. She was shwag, though.

[AndyHiro]

Don't worry Muzzle be proud of your functional illiteracy like me. It'll give you a bunch of street cred. Niggas here don't know bout that cuz the only pjs they seen are the ones they wear.

[theMuzzl3]

Rhyming for me is so easy, it'll make you dizzy
Spittin out the flow of rhizhimes is not worth your time
like the whole room died from your plague sizzling
from your dizziness, spinning ass form keys from your timing.
In the meantime, uneasiness becomes of your fleet.
And, you end up cleaned up as spattered brains across the sidewalk.
You'll be rocking the cock. You're one thing: stuck.
They don't call you sleazy for nothing, you sick fuck.

[theMuzzl3]

Urine drainage Bags collect pee, so I'm good...
Piss on Bags -- or in bags. Whichever you fancy. Isn't that dandy?
I'd rather just piss on the dirt. Old men with bags strapped to legs piss in them; how handy. Bags

[Mr. J]

I boo da pest, and bow down proudly
and I stare down who allowed to stop me
I knick knack patty wack & bow wow doggy
with a couple side bananas that POW POW loudly
I'm the bad choice, your conscience "Mowww Woww" bout me
back to the last place yo' face saved grace
I had a great day but still used my damn AK
I say "hey" and swing arms like Carlton Banks
you can thank the kiwi's & can pardon the grapes
because when this banana is done I'll protein your face

[AndyHiro]

Hey itz AnHiro, here to lowr the bar agiam


Y u sleep? Here sum french vanilla coffee cream
Dis spit burnz it wintergreen antiseptic listerine
Can't match me execution I motherfuckin guillotine
Do everything to remixed guitar riff Rocky theme
I sick since I born, I think space time getz torn
Travel to past, kill all unicornz, took they horn
Chisel story in tablet, Zummerian Coonieform
I mad. Cuz dem archoologist foolin dey read it wrong.
OG Hustla. Bizzlebob worshippa. Make luvin wit sleepz cousin.
I lie bout me povertah, I cake boss ur peach muffinz.
Each sale me make thousandz, dems bitchz be crowdin.
I b bankin plus the pants heavy cuz my BOA b king.
Panty sweaty, make her pant heavy wen we b boinkin.
Wake the neighborz wit wierd noisez cuz she b oinkin.
Abuse her face then PEW PEW like the jeezy ointment
Jezuz n Ma real dissapoint but me Pa b joyous.

[theMuzzl3]

lmaooo this nigga having a mental breakdown, he reminds me of a retarded gamble
NC breaks ppl irl lollll

lllol' knife'' peel' ahh Inward, steeple Sees' akN'
Ramble discarded', a' clumsy'' fool grinds'… the' "shakedown' and takedown'' breaks dental' -- A)' halving' nigga' dismissal' 000aml'

if u notice, my lines attempt to rhyme your lines in reverse.

[Bodey]

Wow way to ruin the cypher, my 3 in the morning hustle
It seems all you do is get hyper, please go sport a muzzle
I'm not mad at you, it's just me and these unattainable thoughts
That corner me with every eye that I dot, every pee-staining pot
Wtf am I talkin about? There's ghosts rockin the house with cocks in their mouths
I CAN'T BREATHE. There's holes in my sheets and with every breeze that'll sneeze onto my dreams, I'm convinced I will freeze
Sleep apnea is worse than havin police after ya when you gotta weed stash with guns and your knee gashes blood before EMTs flash at once
I hate this game
A foolish insomniac who uses a ganja mask til she writes like the CopyPat
You're insane
Your brain could be dissected in vein and put in the flesh with some of the best to be resurrected today but never will you be respected the same
Great, now I've infected this page messier than a Smith & Wessen's complaint
I taste the disdain of the ink in my pain, my pen isn't tamed. I wana stop writing cuz I'm afraid I might say something too honest or maybe something too lame.
Never been more clearer that i really do suck.
Can't even look in the mirror, my eyes say too much

[Witty]

Your eyes say too much? bet if you look at my dick my size makes you blush, I get paid to crush lame dudes I'm Haysoos with a screw in my brain loose from smoking that angel dust, I'm a hate filled lush, life's a cocaine thrill, I take pills 'til my pains killed, too insane to trust. I'm just a regular bloke, negative, broke, decrepit and choked from life's repetitive joke, heaven is hope, hell is despair, I'm a felon too enveloped in my embellished abode ever to care, on the precipice of developed affairs, just a step on the stairs, accepting the stares of catholics and methodists who feel like heaven is theirs, but the only heaven of which I'll be a member is shared. I've said heaven 3 times in such a short rhyme, I guess it's on my weak mind - fuck it - snort lines, contort spines, we're living in divorced times, divorced from reality, ourselves, each other, and of course I'm, no different, just another soul livin' within a cold prison, overthrown by an overflow of these old 'isms', so many labels we don't know who we are, life is in limbo and we've lowered the bar, fuck being a poet ---- there's the line, see it? Now toe it, in order to be saved we're told the key is atonement, but do we need to be saved? We grieve and we pray instead of seizing the day, as the seasons move with the breeze, we're told we're heathens, bruised and diseased, leading the way towards defeat and decay. We feel stupid, inane, So we sip on booze, in the hope that truth is relayed through other means because being sober just feels useless, a waste. What's the point in living if this is all I can be? I want to be tall like a tree, I want to soar with the birds following a trawler at sea, I want to shapeshift and escape with my family from this makeshift reality, this fake shit has rattled me, I'm either gonna achieve greatness or die a number on a payslip, a casualty.

[CopyPat]

I'm literally taking a dump. I'm sitting fully naked and slumped on this little toilet making this up. I'm craving some lunch, but my fridge and cupboards are bare. I need to go shopping to get some stuff for in there. Like chicken stuffed and a marinated steak, and potatoes. I barely make mistakes when i stay home and cook like a chef. Cause i never buy ingredients unless they look like they fresh. I push and i stress until the poop finally lightens. Then i look at my text and see this spoof i been writin. Poof like it's lightning this was written for jokes, quickly was smoked, had a shit, rap was writ, and submitted this post.

[Da BattleMasta Patrick]

Patrick the man bitch. my hands itch and trigger weaponry moving bodies with my mind telekinetically.

[Mr. J]

I can write rhymes in paragraphs get a pair of laughs, & when the parrot asks, you reply yes sir! I got a pair of abs that match the pair of paints they wear, where my parents at? down in the bayou I'm ridin' right by you, a risin' fire I'm Ryu, uppercut, a different cloth with pride due, service quick as a drive-thru, Cousin was a Crip, Brother's a Piru, same exact answer as Pi, dude, survival of the fittest hasn't fit this description since I've been liable, Christ, you son of a bitch for cursing me with my views, I'm bored with structure but enjoy nice moves, I'm sorry what? oh yea...I'm new

[theMuzzl3]

blah blah blahbiddy blah
oh hell naw, gimme dat straw
straight up the nasal cavities, the shit went
and next thing u know, there's a needle
spent, looking for the next high...
sickness comes, and pills follow;
light up rocks and turn them to dust… as man meets the snake and attempts to catch it.
"I've got it!" exclaims the man... he's got a plan.
Concoction of some sort with a contraption that lights up and is set to catch the snake.
Inhale, the snake does; and man left tongueless by his own meat cleaver, gets bit in the ass.
The handy sledge hammer did not work… what to do now?
Scrambling through drawers never did any good.
Attempted suicide does not provide any assistance...
but the snake gave him a band-aide, to sooth his wounds.
Snake convinces man that they want to be together; they need each other...

At the center of the bar, baffling looks at a babe who's walked in become the situation.
This quickly turns into a battle and all are taken down, but the one.
Looks at that same chick, and realize she has a dick.
His head flips as he scratches his chin and then: Monsters come out of his crotch;
Attack the transvestite that had walked in the bar; demolishes skin and muscle from bone.
Man looks straight at yield sign, then aliens take out his eyes…
the man walks straight into the yield sign.
Rip out that baby and bash her head in till she's dead, then wear her belly as your crown.
Ooogly Booglies doing the happy dance;
while man holds onto yield sign, within the storm.
Together we are lost, and alone… we are sucked back into the black hole.

Tribute to Puscifer -- Potions


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAuEb9L_Kvg

[theMuzzl3]

Copypat be champion of the AOWL…
stomping cats with random pop off.'s.
Dude writes so clearly, with descriptions and rhymes: intertwined.
Wins AOWL S4, a true writer exponentiates his Kingdom.

Dropping links & spotting pinking never came to thought.
Methinks, more drinks dropping down this throat.
Sick stuff be skating down racetracks that are undefined.
Spontaneous intelligence portrayed in a linguistic's redesigned
structures.
Mine, soon to be confined; and then my structures
will be undermined, and then I will have resigned.
CopyPat

[theMuzzl3]

all active members, please step to
the open mic cypher, and write for you.

[theMuzzl3]

record starts spinning, and you start spitting out nonsensical gibberish
you spit it so exquisitely that your tongue ties into a knot, like a silverfish.
Blue, ripped and specifically bored, the young crowd fires into your spinsterish
clots of trying to form sentences. Torn up, your dung spills more retarded dishes
of words that don't make any sense. A non-sensical genius
is about the spinous armor, and you, sir, are without success
in that department. Start parting words from phrases and do the opposite.
And soon you will graduate netcee's college and be able to hang with it.

[AndyHiro]

Start parting words from phrases and do the opposite.
And soon you will graduate netcee's college and be able to hang with it.

oooooh maybe there is hope for you

[Clayray]

Sulking down ya street with a hunting knife
Angles cry on this haunting night, I come for life
as you sit on your porch thinking nothing's right
From ya front bushes I toss a rock in the opposite direction
You turn, then I come and twist ya neck top into sections
Tsu Surf lock pick the door like *eeeeeeeeeerrr*
Mom turns the corner & my glock pops in her melon

[AndyHiro]

Use to rap on the logical, Boson symmetric super string particles.
On the fantastic impossible, FreshADiddle brought out the philosopher.
Life caught up with me, and I grew into an emotional animal.
She's disappeared so Pinot Griji Cockenstein's what I now channel.
Battle wins, hall of fame, I don't need those commendations.
Keep playing your games, they didn't save NONE of my nominations.
All that FUCKING time wasted, as a kid I could have spent dating.
Maybe it would have saved me from all the loathing and self hatred.
I can't connect anymore, everything just seems forced.
Everything makes me bored, I had an epiphany bout it this morning...
but I can't put it in words.

[Mr. J]

I send the Pentagon the pen of God make pretentious thoughts
Stretch a sentence on a crucifix then applaud the epic epilogue
Sprinkle pepper on a epidemic brought by avian blessings..odd
with no sense at all a reflective menace abroad playin with a huge breasted broad..
stop....catch ya breath no credit here if your electives met
I step to vets when you was strept at best couldn't even...catch..a..breath
with no legends left or no appendix depth I can't stomach the injections left
I send them death dooogggg I'm pressing next fast break let em mesh
got ya boys fallin behind like a 3 man weave
this moby dick is all that a sea man needs
Give me the taco you got the beef and cheese
they call me butter and can't belive that's me

[UnbornBuddha]

Oh spirit of mine, show me the contents on why your clearly divine.
Steer me when blinded by the delirium indicted, cheer for my life.
Fearsome as knighted warriors whose spear reaches heights nearing the sky
Capable of piercing what flies, including all types of airplane gov. spies.
Have you decided to spare me your despise, wholeheartedly declaring your demise?
Trivial affairs as those define the "why" that guides me to issue a kill on sight command.
Any empire of this world is a parasite in disguise,
Its climb to greatness implies a great amount of filth and grime on its hands.

I've told countless deities if they will be mine!
Mere playthings, so I can emptily stare at their design.
Share with me the despair on your mind, so I can bare it and try to comprehend thy
As you can see I’m interested in thou incompetent mind…
I'm a sorrowful parent whose deformed son laments life
His mom's consents hiding him so he won't be judged
Nonsense I say! He must not become swayed to think he has a crutch
My boy has nothing to be ashamed of; he must crush the mask he loves.
The path he must cross to heal his soul is one his daddy trusts.
Travesty packs a punch, yet a true transcendent feels glad when touched by a stern fist.
Contrary to belief, I wasn't born rich I became so by my determined wish
To find my niche, so I can earn a kiss from a princess's yearning lips
Yet before she seduces me I already burned the witch.
Ms. royalty gallantly lived, but the severe pain was beyond the aid of percocets.
Fate is merciless, but through will alone I've manage to stave off its burdening
On an already nervous wreck jumping through more hoops than a circus pet.

The focus of my north star is to discern the myth from reality
Including the deceitful fallacy in believing the comedic skit of gravity.
Turning good your evil family is the whole point of Sikhs and alchemy
Miracle tales do happen when you perceive all agony as a blissful canopy.
I said this not to philosophize; I once had limbs that atrophied
My body spontaneously recovered as I became sick of galloping about with my gadgetry
Wheelchairs condemn a man to a dreadful malady.
Not to say their not useful when the abnormality of paralysis causes laxity in your legs tonicity
Eventually they cease to work, a manifest toxicity.

Some writers say text is fantasy, these are the ones who oppress humanity
Beheading them is resetting their anatomy
Returning the world back to an empty galaxy
A pristine universe lies in each of our cranial and pelvic cavities.
Pure men are not the ones with an unblemished chastity
Rather it's the sagely ones who can control their sense faculties.
A ready cavalry awaits those who attempt depravities such as gutless blasphemies
I will prefer peace though, instead of this bloody calamity with hundred casualties.

In retrospect,
Aging has made time a deteriorative sequence to your youthful playtime
Beginning from a wee neonate not immune to hate crime
Thankfully its cuteness rebukes its stage fright.
The process continues from day light to nighttime
Until you’re an ugly old gray man, but superior brain wise.
Unless you abused your brain’s tissue created from material that’s light
But with an unquestionable superior design, that to this day remains a mysterious device
The blood brain barrier signifies that most bacteria are denied entry way to the mirror inside.
The consequence of misusing it is as an old timer Alzheimer’s makes your cerebral a grave site
Your whole world dies, as if Gaia was hit by a big enough meteorite.

[Clayray]

I'm comin in swinging treys we boyz in the hood bitch
Baptize u in river Styx clinching to a crucifix
Dismember bits of egos with a gruesome fist
Who is this? They always ask and I don't acknowledge
I've tried remembering my own name but i forgot it

[Split]

I think it's sad:
take a thousand snapshots
of you in the same place & time.
looks, like you haven't moved.
looks give off the sense that you haven't moved.

[Certain]

Timidly, I wore though my broken shoes,
a broken hue, a spoken truth evoked when you
moved here. Moved there. We wrote in clues
desperate for something more than votive cues.
I wanted to tell you I dreamt of another place.
Hammocks. Sandlewood drifting on a summer day.
Fingers interlocking. Touch a face. Once astray,
you're better off now. Stuffed away in cuffs and chains.

[Wise Wiggles]

I had bunch fucka skunk decay
Cunt sufflets .. Blah blah blah something gay
Say it to my shrine instead of Justin's grave
Trying roll with me? Blunts for days
Hundred ways to make ya lungs give way
Mother Nature a stupid bitch. Wanna punch her face

[Mr. J]

So when the freak show is underway
I fucked her face with a touch of grace
She wanted to spoon so I punched her...
wait .. I honestly don't know what to say
I got sluts for days you got cut with AIDS
ebola loaded into shells as I erupted strays
either duck or make a conscious decision....
give up the games

[UnbornBuddha]

"Who will be my successor next when I succumb to death?"
A constant stressor pensively upheld in the mind of Professor X.
Having a cerebro yourself can you profess what's next?

In my many wanderings once a sorceress said:
"Adventurer correct your quest's destination,
Instead of east commence to west;
The direction both Lao Zi and Amitofo headed to suspend their breath.
Paradise is the road to take if you’ll let me suggest your steps
Suppress the pressure to judge before having the correct concept
Of anything relevant. Compared to the clutching of the grossest heaviest elements
Grasping at mere straws as any excellent detective knows is the emptiest evidence.
When my own demons went through a mental exodus
I came to know the envy of many petty friends.
We cry in pain, yet shun heaven's messenger sent to us.
Even if we're chosen as pertinent recipients of an eternal precipitant
To kneel and listen in subservient readiness is a trait we abhor
worse than the fate of boars who are fed until they can be trade for ore.
He who in this impermanence is percipient can take Satan's horns, and rape his corpse
Is deemed worthy of painting organisms of divine rank saving whores from their dating chore.
Slaves of war know life to be a game of scores where it leaves no player bored.
Obtaining more then what you’re destined for is like the creator feigning lore.
Slaying the reigning lord for laughing sake is the misplacement of greater war
To be had when a state's painful sores erupt due to a deranged king's hateful scorn"

[UnbornBuddha]

Swap the hellish agony you eat to subsist off gluten free bread
Kneaded by the avian god in his nest while Lucifer rest.
A nocturnal slumber he took after his mommy put him in bed
His tiresome snores are more breathless than tumors indented in your chest
Preventing your lungs from having full pneumo ingestion.
I come from a long line of samurai with feudal intention
The holy sword of Masamune cuts down people’s impression
Of the image of us embedded in their pupils and retinas.
Somewhere down the line the lineage got tainted by Sumos and Spetnaz.
Betrothing whomever your descendants like is a social pseudo invention.
A proverbial humorous wit causes me to ask if you prefer your humors to be bled
As your funny bone’s synovial fluid is dissected as it became bruised and infected.
Human dialect is a tool that led to the answering of the Guru’s question.
I pursue hermetic use of hermeneutic gnosis so I can change the neuro messages
Passing through your receptors.
Thus, giving consciousness back to the selfish autocrats, and wealthy bureaucrats
Their mind now is wondering where exactly did Brahma’s oppressor went?
And where did their prepubescent sexual offender fled
The reason they first suppressed the contents that their conscious sensed.
Yet, their constantly tense because they know deep down the consequence
Of keeping latent any precancerous oxidant.
Common sense will dictate them to see a psycho analyst to get to the bottom of this accident.
But that's requires them to fathom their mind's passages, and walk through its dark labyrinth.

[JESODIST]

My Spits Intrinsic Prepare to meet the True Gore,
More killer Instinct than Fulgore Feasting on Whatever My Tool Bores,
Truth Told Break records with the Fastest Timing,
Its Fake Editors agaist the Baddest Rhyming,
Master mind the Darkest Alliance, meditate While the Planets Aligning,
Whatever you say i'll Object becauase you Whack Soft,
Project My Energy and make the Sun back Off,
Protected by an Army of Dead People, Enslaved and Possessed,
Hey G Step back you have no business Near the Best,
Spit Swords that Rip Cores and Tear Flesh,
You play with dolls while I direct Living Puppets,
Seen the Roughest, Defeat the Toughest and Preach like Prophets,
The Diligent Kraken who lurked in Depths of the ocean now Beams to to Surface,
To Roast your Insignificant Carcass in a Heated Furnace,
Serated blades fire away at rapid Speeds from my Cortex,
Tyranic Speech with rap thats like Reading the Codex,
The only one who has Survived Nuclear Showers and Massive Meteors,
Better Strategize caz your Flows are Flacid and Inferior,
My Flow's Corrosion leveling Fields with Explosions,
Feel the Comotion when I Refuse your Cynical Notions,
Mystical Nation witness A Lyrical Revelation of Biblical Proportions,
Spiritually the Diabolical Trooper Receives Orders From Lucifer,
To Leave you Eliptically floating with Cosmic dust Orbiting Jupiter,
Tempt all At Night then Dissappear whenever a Goon Starts a Fight,
The only one with Shocking Right using the The Moon as a Satelite,
An Intelectual Being who remains silent but You Don't Know Why,
Too much Lies has caused me to View you all with the 3rd Eye,
The type to abhor your ignorance and rather Watch a flock of Birds Fly,
The Rhymes i've Woven are the Type thats Golden,
Peeping Angels while the Skies are Open,
A Mental Omen Teraforming, My fingertips can leave a Gyser Choking,
Advance thoughts merge to leave your Matrix simply Disabled,
Greated by Aliens who said I'm too Artistic with Fables,
A Mythical Stranger walking in and out of Sizling Volcanoes,
Shake my hands and cause Cataclysmic Tornadoes,
These Faking Thugs must be Taking Drugs,
Big talkers Get hit with a Wave of Slugs before Leaving the Ghettos,
My creation lives so there is no need to pull Strings like Geppetto,
Unlike these Trained Intruders I'm Acclaimed by Rulers,
Confuse the enemy with Evasive Maneuvers,
You against me is like a pound of bacon in the Face of Pumas,
Communicate with spirits without the help of Paranormal Psychics,
Composing forbidden scripture thats Totally Frightening, No Mind Tricks,
Eyes are Portals Brightening swallowing your Local Sidekicks,
Mightiest Logical Typist why would any Mortal Fight This?
M name is always Mentioned when they Speak of Niceness
Achieve Wiseness, get busy living beause Dreams are Lifeless,
Love is one of the Most Powerful Remedies,
Inject a Synthesis for Mind healing through the Adorable Melodies,
Under the Heavenlies we make Wonderful Memories...

[Mr. J]

I am what you pretend to be a twist on imagery
the Genovese king while yall is human centipedes
remember me? The center piece of all the symmetry
the mimicry is killing me physically and mentally
I handle it gently, the memories, the details vividly
visual trickery tempting me to end it medically
A mezzanine treasury captured in my depiction...
Seize the day in a caesar changing more than seasonally
its not what it seems to be or what it means to me
these people be trying to recreate it equally
and evil me...makes it tougher for anyone displeasin me

[Pharaohs Army]

i wanna write in the open mic
i wanna battle n lose in hopeless fights
.to the dopest guys
i wanna be psychotic n think thunderstorms are more than just open skies
as a fickle creature sometimes i just want a slutty woman to open wide
yet sometimes i want a companion with an open heart, to hold n die [with]

if i could just get high again i'd put the finishing touches on this battle with this guy'n win
i love ta battle cuz i love the straightforward tactics[,]and it makes more for practice

i wanna stretch the truth n make things up[,]to be the best in the booth n make things fun.

then a part of me knows that these guys are dying to see what's inside of me n see the authentic side'v things.

what is rap?
rap is technical rap is special n the more simple it gets the more it's endless.
beats-like-"juicy"-grab-the pencil,
then go on "toubie",
find a club banger n rap it. what is my problem-what-am-i-waiting-ta-happen?

one has to reach their potential before they exceed their potential

i wanna write about the police state[,]n our republic which once seemed great
i wanna write how we're losing the important protections,'v the 4th amendment, like more than ever
i wanna write about how the electorate is more misinformed than ever
i wanna write about corporate errors
n how the only people that pay fer them, are the poor an' unable

i wanna write about the horrors of jihadist, islamists, n i'm not even, an islam-ophobe i promise.
i wanna write about the dangers of hawkish zionists who don't value life'n-shit.
wanna drop the "h" on hawkish ya-know like "caucus"?, ta pronounce it.
anyway, n i'm not even anti-semitic. i promise.

i wanna write about old drivers, who shouldn't hold license.
i wanna write about materialistic youth,who go buy it.

i wanna write about my favorite sports team n how-as-an adult male my(whole)entire life is a sports dream.

i wanna write about ebola; i wanna be a brainwashed boy-soldier,who's fighting soldiers,right around the corner.

i wanna see nightcrawler, in theaters.
i really don't usually go out n see movies that's how weird it is.

i wanna write about a girl i care about.
i wanna write bout childrenguild n the material-we shared alot:

"..she Checked my Vital Siigns; made Sure i Hadn't Died inSide.
..he knew my soul it hadn't rotted.
in exchange for a bit of humanity he gave me tools i hadn't thought of, or had forgotten,
so i could solve my-own problems."

there.i spent that note like a currency.
i'll save the other ones purposefully.

i wanna write about mood problems, and who's got them.
wanna-write-about-nuances-that-i-use-often-n-the-word-often-which-we-use-often.
it's sure awesome!

i wanna write about the media.
i wanna be "greedia" n not just be tired after work where work is the only thing i needed-now, ta feed my son.

i think i'll be leaving now.
there's so much more i wanna write about but it least when i rap this i'll see it now.

[Mr. J]

Peedee POW maybe they could see me now
albums are stale in mourning, leave the wheaties out
this an easy cow. milked it but don't leave me down
take the easy route enterprise then beam me down
I used to get ugly but they say that I'm dreamy now
I keep these clowns packed in the trunk..release each round
3D sound all up in the go easy crowd...
Give them my bush so they could beat me round

[AndyHiro]

lets unriddle unwind, this twined rattled Ritalin mind
intensify the inner eye, identify Elysium elusive design
Excuses aside vigilant visions of Victorian times.
Old Major swine songs adrift specific tides, Pacific types.
Insomniac virus, visine drops block the red in the iris
Spartans roam to Philosopher stones and Posiedon lance tridents
Whereever we go it's this crazy hole that we all call our abode
Out there I'm too phobic, but here I'm not quite so alone.
So excuse these inflections, unruly expressions, my fine fellow man
It's truly affection, I'm fucked up and I do the best that I can.
The glory is fleeting, young juvenile bretherens,
for the frozen Napoleans and our fine feathered friends.
But no matter the weather, whether July or December.
We can stay crazy together so may the good times last forever....

FUCK YOU GUYS MY BALLZ HAS THE DENZITY TO CRUSH CLAMSHELLZ INTO FINE POWDERD DUST!

Carry on peons.

[Mr. J]

I got a chain link fence with a respect to the dead sign on it
I been honest, i been on it, when was my last headline topic?
who cares, two stairs down twenty two stories, over two rockets
too cocky to stop it, too many problems for me to just Tupac it
I'm just too big, & too stocky, too quick, the road been too rocky
too Rocky, Rocky 2, any one of you can see what the body do
the drugs I'd probably use, the police cars that are stoppin' through
I forget what I got into, a pair of sweats & a Johnny Depp haircut
with a pair of senoritas from the tropics riding a pony bare butt...
scared of...what? I never saw the competition that there was...

[CopyPat]

i rhyme whole sentences, the rhyme flow specialist, when i flow guys know its mind blowing excellence. hi, low decibel, doesn't really matter much. my gold text is so buttery, im havin lunch. eatin rappers up, whatsup? keyster slappin butts of sluts. peep the acid, mushroom dust, my flow is crazy, fucks u up. i speak the magic, toast the ghost. leave you stranded, coast to coast. i fooled around and wrote this post, the ghoul who frowned when most u post. the coolest down here, show some cold. i blew your town dear.. Kosovo

lol

[Wise Wiggles]

This that cocoa dope, y'all hope to float but hope's a joke. All these cycle-circles and dosea'do's.. Here's the part after.. Just tears. So hard's laughter. Witness cold heart shatter. I guess do not bleed where the sharks gather? We're mirrored, this scar matters. I don't spit on a slump unless it flatten pulse, cuz my hero fucked around'n smashed his skull. His life sabbaticalled by a cliff side catapult. Reaper slipped by. Grab the soul. Just dead everything. It's unthinkable when you're everything's dead in a blink. No more new ink to show. Dead the rumors. He's safe, got his keepsake next to Buddha. Need blades? A weapon user. It's cheesecake, behead medusa. You don't want him in your dreams, k? Instead of Krueger, but I gotta relay a message to ya that might change up ya schedule. This pain is forever. Wanna go back to when we did that painting together. And it drives me insane that I'll never get a pinch or poke again, this isn't supposed to happen. I want to kick it with your ghost. This tragic that you read about. Why where you went off there no trees around? I went to the spot. It's steep, looked down and saw scrap metal debris.. Too late.. Just your ash necklace for me. Always thought you'd be the last petal to leave. Behind these bars for life. Smell the prison air. Fuck all your isn't fair's and didn't care's. No such thing as " Good Grief " so get prepared. We all die. Up, down, around- seasaw, pie. Make sure Mother Nature treat y'all right..

[Wise Wiggles]

K... Lemme clear the dead air
Soul shot? Here's a fresh pair
Truth or? Lets dare.. Yeah lets
I wanna stretch layers of time
Oh sacred divine. I did't get to say my g'byes
Fuck it, Molly who? Wise Wiggle
After this dab of shatter capture eye jiggle
Sink or swim. Life's riddle.
Write cold? This came from my finger tip's icicle
We all sleeping? Dreaming is life's window
A man of honor, pride. Camping. Long hikes
Now I'm planting bonsai
Can't help but rest this hand on "why"
Just pray you never see your planet's star die

[Mr. J]

I'm a gremlin you a Mogwai
I am legend, acting is part time
the pay is nice & smoke breaks are fine
I feel down when my spirits aren't high
Mob ties & spinach they call me Popeye
aiming cock eyed livin James Bond like
drunk Miyagi fall through like "BANZAIIII"

[theMuzzl3]

Depicted scripts manifested subsequently unto manuscripts
depicting your life within scripture, subscribed to your name.

Your fame goes out the window, pillowed by explosives;
your name and essence flows down the slide, towards the end.

Stripes and stars, laying next to badges and awards.
Pipes, concrete, asfalt and tar, laying down the foundation.

Sudden inclination enlightens synchronization of our brains'
extracurricular activity, magnificently pleading to me to be a part of…

Scary activities flowing beyond the natural order of things;
straightening out any foul ruptures of our 'space and time' continuum.

Disinterest continuously causing spontaneous compustions within your reflux.
Spooking the smokers, tokers, and everything else.

Gliding into an area of mofo's consciousness within conscienciousessness.
Spending needy minutes towards the opposite of self-reliance.

Politely asking for duties meant for beyond our capacities,
the Government rises; and (through you) rise they shall.

But, what goes up must come down…
ultimately coming towards a stable structure.

Breaking it down: consecutively, the blocks of reality get tipped over.
Oh, how rapidly things begin to move… and it begins to sync up.

Spreading drastically throughout our space/time continuum,
until it is no longer ours, and we rewrite what It is that we are a part of.

Extreme humiliation is the foundation of what our reality endures.
The Rodin Coil only has so many answers, so stop asking…

Questions go unanswered. Queries are nullified. Your thoughts:
simplified into the English language, with a hint of ebonics.
With an accent on the strong side of internet induced acronyms.

[Mr. J]

I send a message to the moon, receive plans from pluto
a rude ho, sipping from the menudo, Miss Scarlet, no clue tho'
she practiced Judo, toss her weight around like you know...
she got it, maybe that's why she seems so obnoxious
a heart that rotted, a rapunzel length with her ends knotted
mr fantastic the way her imagination stretched that night
too many kids under the black light, too much conscience
she thought it...but plotted wrong, violation of boundaries
what you know about me, a few drinks could make me rowdy
Roddy Piper, fresher than downy, the haze makes her mind cloudy
renouncing the keys to her audi, riding into a sunset proudly

[Vulgar]

Tokugo the Wise was Sengoku bonafied
Our greatest ancestor of the Ho Cho Gyi Clan
A warrior survived by a family of couriers and scribes
A man who'd crafted an alluring enterprise
Infamous for the women he had courted - their purity was prized
"We must appreciate the beauty of nature, for eternity is nigh..."
All across Old Japan, he'd turn brothels into gardens of Eden
he'd spurn lovers into borrowing pardons and edicts
for mere samples of Tokugo's luxurious vibes
He said "The burden is mine. Under this pavilion, this herbalist shrine,
May the fruits of lust & hospitality flourish in season!
Here, the mistresses are masterpieces - murals that glide
which capture hearts, minds, and tickle loins during proceedings
May the goddesses of fulfillment immerse you in meaning
With no assertions or dreaming - it's the perfect per diem
A place where your inner-most desires manifest with stirring surrealness

[Zen]

Dirty mirror.
The light bulb flickers.
I watch the paint dry.
I’m too cold to shiver.
Belt the walls.
Choke.
Cigarettes help my cough.
I was drinking last night.
I can drink to that.
Toast the glass to all the lost souls, like it changes the facts.
I’ve been wondering what mistakes am I doomed to make? A tragedy story, yet to be written. Authored by my daughter with depressive symptoms. Manic at night, and dead in the morning.
You’ll be just like your father. No breath for forgiveness. Think, fuck it, why bother? There’s nothing left for me to give ‘em. Leave you desperate for healing because they’ll suck you dry till death seems appealing.
But that’s not what I want for you. I want the best for my children.
What did Arcade Fire say? We’re just a reflection of a reflection? That’d almost be poetic if it wasn’t complete bullshit.
lol

[Verbal]

Being noticed is a dualist thing. Fear takes hold of all the truth that it brings. Awareness, perception of what you can not control. And a thousand fragments of all the lies you are told. Society's funny they put you in boxes. And finding a voice outside it is hard it feels like it's locked up. Living life as a passenger, delivering strife as a messenger. So chisel some half truths covered in nicely fit themes and perhaps most will just think it's the same old routine. But somehow through the head buzz and the clutter, feels like a gaining of pace and losing of stutter. Someone larger confronted and yesterday he got louder, by night he slept soundly. He dreamt of a flower and she thought of him proudly.

[Wise Wiggles]

I close my eyes, cross eyed
& I'm in field getting pop flys
Time to let go, like a lost kite
Bout ta get cold, this the frost bite

[Wise Wiggles]

Yo do the worm, you can't wiggle out
Past my pleasure threshold in tickle town
Trickling down to whatever preservatives
This shredder can murder ribs
The dead are a perfect gift
Just sever the nerves to live
Cut. I wanna hear your better re-worded shit
A legend, destined for turbulence
Not even a peace, bye. Guess we die,
Even if you got them Priest Eyes
Now I'm a zombie, longing for Cheech high's
I just use your words. Deep breath. This a deep sigh
You were a deep guy. Probably why you had such a steep lie
This shit won't just ease by. Out there, your body lay for 3 nights
On the fourth. You were goner, corpse.
Such sadness. Worldwide concert force
This surpasses me. Everything I've pondered.. Short
Not even close..
Yo, you ever wanted to take a walk with a recent ghost?
Amongst all the ohmygod's & jesus no's
Insane to call the whole mirage believeable
Like I'm not even fooled.

[Mr. J]

I focus on mind control, 9 below
frozen in fear letting time unfold
what you grinding for? Wealth or stardom
recovery wouldn't help your selfish problems
I give medics honest jobs, bombin' stars
How would you handle the raw barrage
a lost mirage hidden within a commoners car
stuck in neutral far from the usual
fuxk me? Giiiiirl the feeling is mutual

[e11even]

While you on that bootydoo- i got text like buddha do
flexin from a cubicle like I won't ruin you is your usual.
but sadly enough, I laid a route for you just to do for dudes
what they daddy didn't, raising you raisin-assed caddy-pimpin-
offspring /slash/ ashley simpson bad trap remixin faggots within
a realm you merely remaining in... fad-driven lady-men
with no traits worth reigning with... only to rejoice to sound of "it's Raining Men"...

smh.

[theMuzzl3]

Bob Dobbs never said a word.
You assumed reality is what it is.
The throbbing head is affected by the pipe,
in which you are a part of the "being smoked" part of.
Apart from that, consciousness slips into a void:
separated from your soul, you begin to view things normally.
A part of a structured whole, you know that it is anarchy,
surrounded by one white lie that is black.
Your cursor blinks,
you wake up…
only to find that shit's been stirred up.
Always a center point, you know it comes back.
You reluctantly give what you have taken,
and what has been taken from you.
Then, the mirror explodes.
You don't know what you see,
until you realize you see nothing.
Suddenly, you feel extremely comfortable.
Sustainable realities become a norm for you, once again…
and then you are reborn, with a fresh mind.
And, you stir shit up again and again,
only to have it reflected back (repeatedly).
Stir your spoon into the bowl and cause a reaction,
or go with the flow and let things pass you by without disrupting the force of
ongoing momentum.
The Church of the SubGenius recognizes you.

[Mr. J]

Uniforms use a form that I used to form
abusive sorts used by norms useless sorts
use a sword, use a knife get you a mic...
do it right or get subdued tonight
tumor sized dancing to the tune of life
soup or side salad...bread & a tuna swipe
your food...a nice ensemble I often marvel
caught in caramel as I continue to cough & gargle
what...you don't like food?

[Darker Ego]

Mr. J I've never met someone as Dumb As You,
Its amazing watching you keep track of Clouded Truth,
Break your walls like the Jugerrnaut when Coming Through,
I belong on the hall of Fame where they only Crown The Few...

[Mr. J]

I'm tired of the monkey see, monkey do
you must be a monkey too flinging out that monkey poo
did you seriously type that? funny dude...
if you serious I'm a dummy too, you dum dum dummy boo...
hoo...wah, wah, I want attention round here
anyway, I own the ground here, fertilize it like a proud steer
while you suckle the teet and I pound beers
play a fan with mouse ears, you silly ass cow weird...
I forget what I'm saying to you, I'm playing with you
I can't believe that I'm saying it to, portraying the truth
putting you on blast, making it news that your hating is use...
less, you stressed, you mad, you whiny little poon bag
I'll kick you in your raccoon sac put you where the moons at...
use you to wipe my ass & turn you into a Pepe Le Pew rag..
where your goons at...I'm sorry I'm just playing with that noob ass
boredom is a sad thing, especially in the air with batwings...
it ain't over for the lady til the air between her fat sings...

[FLOW.]

Face to face..you'll do none of the such bitch
here for a pun intended. .insert joke..filed by a mile high piled lie
You tote guns..mad stock of movie memorabilia
dont get choked son..a father sharing advice..bitches'll end up killing ya
I dont text much..too busy setting up
studio equipment..designed to burn out your retinas
write a verse worthy of a nod or two..(pshh)
not for you..because I said write (biologs) stated not do
that type** of shit you hopped into
you the type** to cop a lose
unable to swipe..give you credit even though its not due
fucking waste of space..breathing in what you lactate
the type** to rock your girls last name.. (insert) laugh face

[Bodey]

You leave a bad taste on this rap stage
Or this pen and pad page, fully equipped with a fags rage
Slittin his wrists with the ink til it leaks outa his stabbed veins
Why die at a fast pace when I could sit here and wrap rage around a wack slate of single syllable raps? Yay.
This fad's gay, the thunder chats stay makin the lightning clap gray
My words are a fat waste of time, I'm on the verge of castratin guys with brass razor knives

[Witty]

You leave a bad taste on this rap stage
Or this pen and pad page, fully equipped with a fags rage
Slittin his wrists with the ink til it leaks outa his stabbed veins
Why die at a fast pace when I could sit here and wrap rage around a wack slate of single syllable raps? Yay.
This fad's gay, the thunder chats stay makin the lightning clap gray
My words are a fat waste of time, I'm on the verge of castratin guys with brass razor knives

Aye this was dope.

Everything you post seems to be better than the last, which I always enjoy seeing.

Props.

Keep that fucking brass razor knife away from me tho.

[CopyPat]

brass razor knife, i rap crazy type, the mad danger type with a mac-80, yikes!! thats 70 more macs better than a mac-10. im eating bigmacs in my back den,i drive a Mack truck and its bad luck if u act then. u get rammed in, i slam kids like a basket dunk. faggot punk. bitches get they asses fucked. as a passenger in my Acura..its my natural aura that gets my thousands of whores to bang every second in a matter of minutes. im a classical cynic, you're a laughable gimmick. your raps are hygienic compared to the nastiest writtens. its so wack that i cant even mimic how badly you spit it, even if i had me a dentist, still couldn't clean out the cavity sickness from the bowels of my innards, i'm a thousand with httin. ur batting average is listless. ur so off base that ur in the stands eatin fishsticks. im grand slamming these pitches and getting actually lifted off a sack of the sticky.. icky yicky magical spliffy. fuck i gotta go. Wise Wiggles, can you handle pinch hit G?

[Mr. J]

They call me the Miyagi of Karate, John Gotti & Pavorati
Moriarty in a party in a lobby assuming I'm so Godly
An anti-body in a shotty unloaded on the sickness beyond me
probably on a hotty with a body bent over doing pilates
oddly enough..a commodities bluff with an anomalies touch
Get armani tux'd and the body dumped out beyond the dump
mockery up, originality gone what terms to battle me on
insanity forced into these family sports raised in a fantasy storm
humanity torn between reality or imaginations never fathomed before
I actually mourn with the galaxies source of shits given it happened before
an intolerance for the lactation that gives you life that don't matter anymore

[CopyPat]

^dope

I'm a hundred times better than a hundred rhyme veterans. And speaking of veterans i don't think i ever remember them, on remembrance day, i think its November, wait, i keep forgetting, great. i eat spaghetti, steak and fuckin feta straight. im such a chef with plates, an bust this text for days, im up in Texas, wasted, fuckin gettin naked. got my special lady and she hectic, crazy..and we celebrating cause we elevated. fuckin hella faded, up in elevators gettin my ray rice on. smack my bitch up like that gay dyke song. im way hyped, gone, my fuckin wavelengths off, thats why i break mics off, the fuckin great white shark jaw snatchin you up, i dust ya dame right hard, broads snatches get fucked....lmaooooo

[Darker Ego]

The battle field is my park i've slaughtered many whores
you're just a herbivore being gang banged by a pack of deadly boars
Aim to the base rise up from a test you fail in disgace
be sure to mash on the breaks before you fade in the race
No longer thinking violence like throwing a grenade in your face
Silence in family dinners we used to respect Father and what he will say
Years after that Aliens from outer space came and altered my dna
WIth strange equipment brilliant light Beams and Rays
I share the scene with brave sharks feeling rage
Feasting on your carcass sunken beneath the waves

[E Tha Real]

Sweet a keystyle thread.


Release the page from the pen then watch the ink shout
The Streets of slaves and men, I've stopped to think about
Mocked on the brink of clout?iFlow to beats of rave and zen
Under grief haze a friend,i put dro ina piece or blaze again
Aiy-yo the champ is here... its not the size of the fighter
Kittens Cramped in fear while i got the eye of the tiger
Pride of the cypher is equipped with machetes and swords
Now all Guys want a writer like shit Let me get yours
Steady on whores drop a rhyme scheme i aint figured out!
wont correct me on boards cause i dream of a quicker bout

[Clayray]

I been drankin'... The blood of victims
Get shot when the bass drop in the club spittin
The assassinator of assassinators, talk shit now... getta casket later
Imma' fraction greater than my classless haters
When I roll up you get smoked, pass the papers

[Mr. J]

Gat's or Razors, they all come packed with flavor
bathe in Acid, hater, you chronic masturbater
I'm immaculate playa, I sell crack to waiters
make them stash the paper in sack of potata's
maybe that's a stretch like my rooster then
I put you under heat, like I'm tryna seduce the hen
I flew the coop and then...never called your mom
so you and your retarded siblings can hobble on
don't need to be November for you to gobble on
I'm hostile mon', right near the beach boyyyyy
don't get sandy..don't be a beach boyyyyy
get a corona popped in your face
all over your beach...boy...

[Mr. J]

Am I out my mind or a clouded insight brainstorming
these tears fill up but without effect ain't pouring
I raise warning to your foundation then I make stories
to you artists who paint poorly, yet you claim glory
I take 2 shots in Russian Roulette that same morning
cause & effect, eventually I get brains pouring...
I don't do what you like that ain't for me, same story
I blame Maury, for you drama queens & gay shortys
I'm back with 2 things on my mind....write.and eat
nothing else in sight but me. Writing out a crisis sheet
For anyone else that even thinks they nice as me...
I'm like the tree that spreads his branches over.his.seeds
you get life from me...so its obvious how.you'll grow and try to be
you admire me, whether a little or in my entirety
violently lie to me I can see a higher hidden privacy
In your infancy, in your childish eyes dreamin' wild dreams
I laiugh at it all and that's where my smile creeps...
and.think this is what I will leave

[Mr. J]

a generic spirit that's been compared to near shit
base it on appearance or blame it on your near sense
your weird sense..your bad aim and that near miss
that fearless sense of direction that your ear's give
you could cause a butter fly effect (your ears BIG)
I swear if you hear this when I'm in another galaxy
you must have ear wax for weeks, brush your teeth
cause if you caught wind with that breath..can't..fucking...breathe
I'm bored with subtleties like some ugly weed
that turns out to be better than your mum, ya weak
7 day theory with a dash of L & Big, you selfish twig
you smell success but all I could smell is shit
that's funny right...

[UnbornBuddha]

I see your still fishing in the lake
Using your own children as the bait
But in doing so you've been bitten by cruel fate
The tables turned as your own kingdom fell in flames
How does it feel to be the victim of your prey?
Instead of illuminating entire cities with your rays
You've become a mere flicker of a flame.
And don't dare to nitpick at my phrase
That's akin to digging in a crate
Containing ten thousand snakes!

So please,
Save me the effort and start digging me your grave, &
Just so I don't forget who you are chisel in your name
Once accomplished hop in and wither right away!
Don't worry,
I'll come every now and then to spit spittle at the place
Heck, I'll do it in the middle of the day
Right when I'm doing my facial with mineral clay.
This is the effect for becoming viciously depraved.
I've become stupidly simple in my ways
While you've autointoxicated your liver in a haste
Spreading toxins to your blood stream that remain
Engaging your white blood cells who scream to be saved.
The soul that lives in your being is afraid
Why so? because of your future business grim state.
A sad tale in which I'll leave a vase of flowers in your wake
The end state...
Loathing the wisdom of the sage
Palming your ears so you don't listen to it play
is the reason only a few minutes have remained
Forsaking eternal life is for Christians gone insane.

[Mr. J]

gone insane?
awkward mayne..
gotta say...
.........................that^^^
was awful great..
jks

[Bodey]

Christians gone insane? Or bitchin all the same? A twisted bong of haze starts litterin my brain as i scribble in grenades til it intimately bangs. Pen and paper sex, zen behavior rests. Grab the waist and flex, oh its contagious, yes! You try to save your breath but you can't stand a vacant desk. Writers block gets laid to rest, and the pen is crazy wet, a fragrance kept so far from death it's like it creates the best orgasms yet

[UnbornBuddha]

Disputes ultimately atrophy the brain’s battery.
You always sweet talk me the same flattery
Thus, sycophancy that was once praise turns to grave blasphemy.
Realization is just not a game/ fallacy.
But don’t ever forsake sanity to attain chastity.
I pray constantly that I will able to forget I was raped casually.
I fumigate wickedness, as I find the perfect human state within us.
Sinfulness is dispersed upon touching an illuminate stimulus.
How I came about was through my parents beautiful synthesis.
Copulation that led my soul to my body, an agglutinate instrument.
Every impetus of mine is to communicate innocence through numeral distances.
Like Bian Que I cause funeral dissonance- When I resurrect the human that’s sitting in
The coffin, who wakes up, and everyone thinks it’s a miracle.
Raising the dead is simple when you can sing to the spirit world.

The pessimists may call the resurrected the living dead.
This are the same individuals whose rectums have syphilis.
Besting the incubus, converting them until their message is omnipotence.
There’s no expressive equivalence to the blessings of exorcism.
Every figment I’m emitting is equivalent to the symbolism of Leviticus.
I crave Eden’s fruit, my metabolism is Genesis.
You shall perish by an immediate embolism,
Or malaria in your nervous tissue by some bacterial mechanism
If you persist on heralding delirious terrorism.
Beliefs can be hypnotism, barriers with terror in them,
Consciousness evolved by looking at the mirror in mesmerism.
Pearl wisdom comes about from a myriad of heroism.
Reincarnation has given me eras of experience.
Many souls after death continue to bear an appearance
Burying material possessions with you is an error, period.
It turns one to a ghost, a pyramid pharaoh spirit.
You don’t really want to battle here,
Only winged angels can duel in the stratosphere.

[Mr. J]

Get that shit..outta here
that's what I say to these blocked shooters
get that move...outta here
that's what I say to these ball movers
these rebounders and wall users
I break through D on you skinny ass cheerleaders
you silly ass squad dancers & light beer drinkers

[UnbornBuddha]

Tumult arises from the tension in my valves.
Life processes are rendered to a pause
In effect, cells are suspended in a glass
In an aqueous medium that resembles gelatin that rot.
Collapsing from the stress of these thoughts
Omens that my inner impressionist mocked
Worms that gnaw at the most sensitive spot in your decrepit calves.
It’s no wonder I limp when I get up and walk.
The galloping, I had used to sped up has halt.
Multiple sclerosis has me at my wit’s end, the densest of fogs,
A turbidity that makes every psycho therapy session go long.
Dysfunction is a genetic gust, sweeping away everything you love.
Depression is one’s rush to quickly enter the temple of god
Stretching my palm out I welcome death into my secular hand.
Flexing my tendons to jump wholeheartedly into the Nebula’s pond
An endless abyss where my descendants plunged, at the edge of the world
And it really is the edge, because it’s far as my senses discern
But, perhaps there is a dimensional worm hole,
A vacuum leading into the presence of your soul.
Eternity’s door hinders it from festering alone
Preventing it from becoming the resin of compost.
Good and bad coagulate in the terra firma.
With this in mind philosophers dare to sermon
On the negation of the idea of sterile karma.
They’re not wrong, but their terrible at counting
Partly because the variables are countless.

[Mr. J]

I was sitting in the club while you slipping 50's to bouncers
you got work but really haven't been getting these hours
You some cupcakes near a sweet tooth just getting devoured
pussy is like a jackpot that ain't been hitting you coward
you a miniature owl, so Ill let these shots enter your nest
spin your head back and upside down like you into those steps
Asking who want to lose their head til ain't a syllable left
King of the jungle so I swear that there's been minimal threats
so them minerals you flex, I could shit those with proper squats
an awkward thought but funny

[Bodey]

Funny? Hardly, you dummy, you'll never be stunning like me, I'm so lovely. Call me ugly, label me butterface. Your mother raised a runt, this lame kid, underage conceived by tainted rum and crank. Call me unforgivable, the smallest of the minimal. Have you offended? No. It only tickles so since im invincible, you're the one who'll be left completely miserable. It's pitiful how indica can hit me slow, the high is inconsistent yo. The winter cold rips at my throat so bad I can't even take a hit of smoke. It's 2: oh fo... In the morn... I'm googling weed tea, a desperate hope. 56 minutes later, my body's flown to clouds of snow, i realize now i might be stoned except my head ain't thrown


Fck

[Mr. J]

Grab your go pro an assemble some old ho's
carry on with no prose, shook poloroid photos
'I'm in my zone though' ese are you loco?!?
Insane in the brain been their claim to fame..
Like 'I'm so known to go with the flow, row boat"
Oh yea? Well that's cute in a rubber coated Batsuit...
worn by a fat dude with fat that has extra fat too
bulging out like my pants do and that's the sad truth

[UnbornBuddha]

When unfulfilled destiny lurks,
My retinas thirst its completion
An excitation eliciting a brain chemical splurge
A chemical cocktail that causes my cerebellum to mourn
Going as far as to affecting my sperm!
Dopamine and opiates are not just injected in arms
Yet, limbs become subject to a cooking utensil that harms.
For the sake of my soul my mother lights a bela that burns,
Until I’m lifted from the heaviest curse that hellishness spawned.
I mentally learn by knowing my terrorist form
Escaping it is futile because its presence is firm.

For better or worse,
My shadow is an inherited force.
A dark allegory that Ares has lamentably learned
Time and space transcendence expunges my personal flaws.
Yet, to enter such a state u must surrender it all, every speck of dust.
Only then will you be washed by the celestial cloth
Still warm from being rinsed in Yeshua’s pure blood.
One’s entire being gets spun in a centrifugal blender
Until one’s vessel fuses forever into tempo with the center.
It's poppycock to think this can be measured by any scientific standard.
You see my mentor is he who shattered my spirit’s armor
Until a deep catharsis made my scarred up liver start up.
Parting away the pride that every pre-hero vanguards.
I don’t do rap, I compose Beethoven symphonies,
Melodies so profound, one listen and your head exploding instantly!

[Pharaohs Army]

my raps are merely decoded possibilities i've got my finger on the pulse of scientists, who know the ingredients for Synthesis..
i'm done critiquing the media i've got my own sources--don't need 'um..
my gift of gab i've Sold People air conditioners when it was Below Freezing..
Cold Winter..
reflecting off the snow on Drugs High The Sun Was So Bright It Changed My Blood Type.
..i'm done with fights.. sit n amuse myself with Fun Inside.
the pretty lights.. the gramatiks n all the Things i Like.
..i'm a dAngerous mothafucker flirting with disAaster.
..a personal vacation is Jus' Wha' The Doctor Ordered.
whatdid i know about somethin from January?
with all of your tactical prowess can you tell me why since then,
,i've ignored 7 & 10?-
- -
-Oh be cause i do not give a fuck a bout it Yo but if it Works i will appLaud it.
and then i'll keep on doing It-It will be boring.
..don't you like me dirty?-uh- don't you like me dirty?.
i'll never clean it up not while the inter net it sucks.
..i encode the iron walls that help us meet the fire code..
i've endowed keen in vesti gators, with metal shavings several scrapings.

[Bodey]

Wrote a couple of verses.. Then erased em
Can't keep writin while I'm wasted and tainted
Another drink, another struggle
Suddenly I'm seeing double
But at the same time, I can't stop
Can't go on to write cuz I just ate pot
Little different when you ain't smokin it
I told ya bitch, lets just get this over with
So dumb, so pointless
This piece of paper oughta be soaked w some ointment
Set it on fire and toss it into the garbage
Never knew such denial could make a woman retarded

[Mr. J]

I'm not a man, I'm a martian
sent from Jupiter to heed caution
Smuggle dope in my weed ostrich
Balls on the floor, putting green carpet
I see the stress you seem bothered
a special mind with a mean barber
I was Balboa you the meat in the meat locker..
lucid to the point you a dream martyr
Can't handle reality, which is actually complete horror
scared, I guess fear is our most valuable resource

[Mr. J]

Im time, you a relic trapped in the land before
Im the addicts source, there with a hand out like companion stores
I control my business why don't you handle yours?
I'm who they hang mantles for you nitwit! you flaccid spore
My floors are soft. Complete with surrounding padded walls...
who could ask for more? am I too dang predictable
Boomerang through syllables through two lane intervals
Of stop & go seated individuals strapped to blue flame & chemicals
eating through the paint and that new frame good riddance, good byyyye..
I'm missing you already....that old poon tang scent in you
mmmmmmMmmm

[Mitch]

i know that im ballin, thats only cus i bounce around,
kicked out my house, cut off from the source of the problems
i know remorse for the goblins i set free on enemys
bored with their problems trying to cause some others.
neighboors hate us, record it and call the coppers,
thought they heard unrated roaring of zombie prophets.
only place i shop is the store at the doctors office,
he always offers me more cus he knows i got the profits
till foreclosure, snorting all of that's not a frozen asset, laughing

[Bodey]

Fattening. My diet used to be fattening
I'd sit in front of my flat screen and act mean in my plaid jeans like those wack teens screaming Ma go and get me some snacks please!
AAGH CHEEE! Damn, I'm sneezin from these homosapien ragweeds
They're everywhere.
It's like the types who get schwag weed but act like their product is that cheef
I've been aware

[Wise Wiggles]

Getting thin as air. Another one of those "didn't cares"
Pissing all over the shit that's fair.
I knew IT was THERE. Didn't know it was a,
hidden bear! The timid living scared. Wishing prayers
There are no "hit repair's". Oh but it IS there
Envisioning images of you fidgeting in your sitting chair
Gifted. Rare. It's all your talent that gets me
All that hard work.. Over a half gallon of whiskey?
Something bad happened. I know now this planet is shifting
But it's too large of an influx, trying to balance the shitty
Welcome to year-around calendar pity's..im pissed off
Just drift off, back to when you did martial arts with me
Resolve is long tedious, a ferocious demon
As far as sons go, I was the closest. You treating me
Since I can remember, under your wing
Blazing nugs through the seasons. Summer or Spring
You're the jungle. You are sea
You're the hunter. You are king
No one loses, you are free..

[dull boy]

BBQ bandit. I go to parks where food's rampant and start to chew. Panic when these hardened dudes ran up like ARENT YOU RUDE. Dancing like we're sparring. Threw cameras and darted. Fued cancelled.

[dull boy]

Im haunted by demons who fog up my reason. I'm lost in this weakness and thoughts I can't even stop when I'm dreaming or pause when I'm sleeping. I'm falling to pieces. Mind's crossing believing with possible; cheating. I'm to a point where talking's a treatment. Talking with seasoned doctors and priestess.

[dull boy]

Fucked up and selfish. Wanna butt fuck a shell fish with nunchucks while yelling love stuff by Elvis. Unplugged and zealous. Plus drugged and swelling at the nuts. Hung from pelvis. Punch sluts 'cause Ellen. Duck duck. Magellan.

I'm all in the poon. Raw dogging it, too. Gone bonkers, it's true, my lost marbles; I threw at walls. Gargling glue til it hardens. Bafoon. Nude. Guarding my food. Milk carton clutched hard in my room. I love it when cars crash and I'm partial to shrooms. Running a bar tab with my carnival crew. I'm bugging so hard, dad, I'm lost in my room rubbing these dog tags like TALK TO ME GOOSE.

[Plot]

Gizzards gurgling when I start to crap, shits disturbing. Startled and quite amazed I still have all my parts attached. Survived a heart-attack at thirty, from all this dirty shit I keep putting in my body, but will I make forty? Probably not if I keep beong naughty.

[dull boy]

Self conscious, with a sense of timing. Progress? We went from rhyming about our selves, cocky, to rhyming about our health problems. Mental of physical, I miss feeling invincible. Perspectives spread so thin I'm feeling invisible. Doing ellipticals to steal from the intervals. We all start so innocent. Then wisdom fills the ignorance, but did it kill the kid in us? Writing's on the wall and I wish I were illeterate. It's capable versus aging dull. Elegant. We find ways to remain relevant. Embellishments. It's survival instincts vital to breathe without sighing with each. We just wanna smile, but we know it's all denial. The seams seem to be prying, we see how vial and weak our thoughts get. Animals, despite our superiority complex.

[Geno]

Despite our superiority complex..
A mere majority of us lacking support from each other, born to be brothers, but morals were torn from each of us, and every effort is left for dead and then pored in the gutters// words are just swords in the butter -scratching the surface, surfing the web without an actual purpose, its like an axe to the dermis, curtains, leaving a blood bath in your thermos// the wrath is the verdict -a certain end to it all, and then it evolves, death has been solved, hit in the head with a medicine ball, clenching your fists -isometrics involved, the eccentrics appalled, light switches flipped -left in the fog// i sentence you all to a better tomorrow -so get it together, or your heads'll be severed, this is the clever return of your mod -thought i left you forever?

[Mr. J]

whatever...there's a metaphor for the events I held together
the overwhelming pressure that escaped the barrel & the suppressor
your main oppressor..the bone collector could see what I link in rhyme
a dollar sandwich & the pinkest slime, raw dawg since the brink of time
distinct, divine..King of crime, I lay out chalk round a baked out thought
break down walls while y'all order take out I'm here to break down jaws
take out saws & serve you on a platter next to a side of dumplings....
you don't want to fuck with mei..fruit chan direction, horror underlings
I'm bored with taking a shit on the OM to the point I forget to wipe
to the point that the asphyxiation I experience from it is kept alive
I came, I saw, I came again..

[CopyPat]

sorry open mic.. my deepest condolences. i haven't scrolled the site or even peeped what's been wrote in it. but people just grow n shit, and me? i'm an older kid. i haven't had the time cause i just sleep when there's no commit-ments. jesus i'm so convincing, even when posting little keys that i know are shitty. im freezing and cold this winter, even october shivered. believe me i don't cook dinner on the barbeque in these temps. i hardly do at least a tenth of my regular cooking when the weather is looking like it constitutes a freeze test. i'm long in tooth, i eat less when im not in moods to keep fresh produce on my meat shelves. god i'm just a meek shell of my summery self. i'm so fuckin lazy during the months of this hell. feel like i'm stuck in this cell, except it's work that i'm at. come to think of it..this version of pat is the only one that earns any cash, so i guess it could be worse cause i have enough to purchase some land with insurances and the mandatory services.. yeah

[UnbornBuddha]

Look in my palm,
see the typhoon from afar.
Gloom is a clause
That blooms when it's thought.
The fruit of my heart
Is planted in the womb of the Gods.
The moon gives me calm
when I'm spooked from the dark.
The black soot in the stars
makes the universe parch.
Soothsayers predict doom through cards
If only they knew how wounded they are!
Pain exudes, when you are love starved.
Purge the illness, decoct rhubarb bark.
Ingest it, until your able to spew up blood
Black in color. A symbol of the plaque you harbored.
Rest now, know that you'll recover.

[Mr. J]

I'm going down under with a revolver & a bag of magic wonder
I cast a spell on my mind state and then tear these faggots asunder
I put my life in a bar, which means I'm an alcoholic & a failure
with enough spunk to spark a revolution in my drug paraphernalia
right before they email ya and tell you that your insurance is up
I pop your mind out like Rocko's Modern and watch the red currents just rush
I'm bored with writtens & bored with the faggots that write them
it's all a joke though I'm just pissed that half of them are just riding..
hopping the bandwagon riding shotgun, looking like idiots, am I psychic
I saw this coming like your mom did when I let one off into her eyelids

[topkek]

my empire, eternity's dead
its pyre as vibrant as colors you haven't learned to see yet

[Wise Wiggles]

It burns when I pee red.. Lets play the std game
Where we encourage little secrets. In the furnace?
There's Vietnamese kids.. Literally distraught journals
Filled with deep shit.. This hurt BLOWS!!!
Crippled pheonix, dipping in circles of his grievance

[Bodey]

The meanest, ingenious chick pennin the cleanest
Rhythmic and melodic pieces on this loose leaf and
Smokin swirls of hydroponic sweets, stunnin her demons
She's fiendin for some meanin, somethin worth an achievement

[dull boy]

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[UnbornBuddha]

To reconcile my life habits,
I must target my nerve like synapses,
Until my mind detaches,
And I no longer partake in my destruction.
The refractive lens in our eyes distract us,
From rectifying our primate passions.
Traumatized addicts,
Bottling our scars in our bodily-psyche armor.
The tendency to somatize our patterns
Through the shape we conjure
By keeping certain muscle fibers active.
Bend over in ape like postures
Until the lumbar spine collapses.
Others aspire for angel structures
Dressing themselves up in Christly garments.
God complex, we live in the age of martyrs
Yet, we long for rescue by a giant mammal
The Hagrid to Harry Potter, the messiah's butler.
Fingers crossed, for a fairy god mother
Yet, none come along with chariots to offer.
Maybe it's not so bad to perish tomorrow.
Illusion lies at the core of all nightmarish horror.

[Pharaohs Army]

someTimes i Fall but i get right back up purchase a stick of dynamite
n light the Charge.
i am responsible for the in-alienable Rights of Gods.
how wouldju think this Possible?
well i'll Tell You How it all came about in a hospital after electroshock to my temple nodules.
it must have done something proper to modulate n endow me with powers.
fucks sake it seemed like they were Shocking me for hours.
no wonder i can communicate with gods,and move Mountains.
heavy is the crown n my woman is not impressed,
so i've got two problems.. went back to the psych ward ta c who could solve them..
all they wanted was Ambien i told them you can forget about tomorrow's group meeting i think what you need is an ambulance to take you up a few floors when yer problems eventually manifest.-
That's Unless you can Somehow Convince Your Handlers to shock you inside that little Room That Comes right after the Ante-room..
yes-trust me it will give you powers.
but be sure to work Out occasionally because with telepathy sometimes one can be Tempted To Sit for Hours..
my preemptive analysis tells me the next person to cypher will Spit So Sour.
'sour' in a Good way.. and like right Now cuz 'this thee Hour'.

[UnbornBuddha]

Did you know I use to be a former Christian?
Spouting off Armageddon & the birth of Jesus.
Who would of thought I'll turn my cheek and
Morph into a scientist thriving on form & reason.
My switch to the other side came about from urgent bleeding
Stemming from my cranium leaving my osteum crimson.
I tried to pray to heal, hoping the lord was peeking.
Eventually with the flood of endorphins leaving, seratonin ego's,
I accepted the surgeon's treatise, where I was dispersed of lesions.
As I recovered from my cursed fever,
I swore to the 4 seasons that I'll become a learned universal theorist
No longer aversed to physics, I began to work on a infinite energy thesis
Needless to say, the fuel came from the poisons of a person's diseases.
Fossil fuel/ rocket fuel are no longer logical
But, a human's dysfunctional state is optimal
Plus, one will be able to rid the toxic sludge,
That our bodies accumulate, nauseous blood
Tainted with plague like sarcophagus dust.
Gee, I'm having an oxygen rush
Experimenting on the dear folks in hospitals
End state hospice care provides the love affairs.
Strangely, I still feel a vast despair
I crave the offerings that the 3 Magus share.
Alchemical symbols spawned when the heart repaired
Sometimes, what retards the wear and tear
is the divine pulse dilating in your marrow's lairs.

[UnbornBuddha]

I live life making what's bitter delicious
See, I've tasted from a series of dishes
From the plain Jane to a model from Victoria secret.
My conclusion is while I won't marry the hideous
I don't mind staring at their serpent like features.
The dual nature of a virgin like mistress
is purposely given to break down heresy's pillars.
Jubilation in just one visual kingdom
Makes the underlying mystery deeper.
Communion in consciousness delivers us nearer
To the divine itself, by the mercy of Krishna.
The particles of two lovers whispers its secret
Solar and lunar energy offer perverted glimpses
To the microcosm at the basis of Copernicus theorem.
Sadly, the will of most person eclipses
Before finding their pertinent dearest,
Instead we become imperialist bigots, misery seekers
Arguing pain is the truest history teacher.
Suffering efficient we say, like any marital witness,
A stranger whose sees the marriage ritual
But with no ever flowing merry in them.
We become lepers inflicted, parasite victims
Believing no one will cherish our kisses
The paradigm thickens, as we bury our thinking
In infertile soil that cannot carry existence.

[JESODIST]

Analytical Arch Angel Ascending to Assist Alliance,
Destined to Dominate Dearest Desires in Discrete Defiance,
Sadistic Spartan Sparring Stupid Snitches Sitting in Silence,
Vampiristic Vato Vaporizing Vapid Victims With Vivid Violence,
Tantalizing Tenebrous Trends with Ten Thousand Tentacles Throwing Tridents,
The Militarized Minion who Rise from Oblivion is Deadly with Rhymes in the Rhythm,
Battle and Shake walls in your house like a Live Excorcism,
Unleash mantras to cause a Mind Hypnotism,
You will be swallowed whole if you Collide with my Vision,
Appear in your mirror like a Mystified Apparition,
You getting burnt in Addition its not even Causing this Friction,
A force will torment your soul right after reading this Haunted Diction,
It took you a minute to find ot All my Rap is Just Fiction,
yet you tend to follow it like a Drug Adiction,
coming like the Barbarian Conan in Battle Goring in Scandals
The Flow Unravelled can turn a Mortal to Cattle,
Now piece a verse to hide the fact that you're Totally Baffled,
While you recite your poema Next to Dora,
Majestic Auroras Eject From my Aura,
Enter a Higher level of training ever since I Dispatched all my Mentors,
Now on my Spare time I Capture Dementors,
Disturb my Ravenous Temper and They'll find you underneat my Tractor Dismembered,
My Paranormal Verse Hits Yo leaving you scared and running for your life like Apocalypto,
The world is an evil trap so watch where you Linger Bitch,
I can crack and Egyptian Pyramid with the Tip of my Finger Tip,
Emmulating my Criteria? you're Dilapitating Faith will be Deliria,
To top the cherry your physical will be Multialted by Bacteria,
Engraving Dosages, You can Play the villan while I'm Saving Hostages,
Looking like a Pale Cameleon all you Portray is Fallacies,
My verse is a pill and cure not for Sale in Pharmacies,
Eradically Burning with Ether, Telepathically Destroyin your Cerebral,
You've never encountered something Deployed This Lethal,
Rough Rhymes from Tough Minds, Abstract rep means you can't Touch Mines,
You lack the Greatness of a Visionary and for this you'll be locked in Blazing Obituary,
I'm a mercinary blessing the Scene with Explosion,
My heart is Deep Vast Ocean, my Rap Causing Real Mass Commotion,
Impervious to poisons I don't Need a Potion,
A nonfriendly ghost Only Few have Seen, battling zombies in a Cruel Scene,
To engage me you'll need Two Teams that eat Pure Beans with the Hunger of True Fiends,
A gun that shoots Blue Beams, If i'm a liar then tell me what the Truth Means,
Writing with the Most Remarcable Pencil to Frighten and Boggle your Mental,
All of this was written to Role Model Instrumental,
I'm that Deadly Member who attacks the Epi Center,
Spit with Splendor, Trip Contenders, No one dares joining me on these Sick Adventures,
Caz I tear the lungs of Gs and Rip they Dentures,
poking my words will only cause me to shuv ya hand in Spinning Blenders,
I Create a Verse Just to Shake the Rust, walk earth with the Strangest Curse
As kids we were so evil even Chucky and Anabelle are Scared of Us,
Obsessed little Mole I Invoke the spirit of God to Possess your Brittle Soul,
I'm the Known Marvelous Doctor, bending you in more Angles known by Protractor,
Bring heat to the Cold Reactor,
Now its time to Proove to the World, That i got enough swag to make you Grove to my Word,
On This Mission you Roared but your Vision is Blurred,
My Intention is to Rip Off your Tendons, Feed off Momentum,
You claim to be gangsta but on These Streets your Unwelcomed,
A scripter with a Deep Cerebellum my is a scorpion tail Secreting Venom,
You can't Compete with a Mythic Phenom,
I go warrior mode swing a Larger Sword that Split your Melon,
Fighting back would just be a death wish like wanting to Meat Armageddon,
My friendship with Nature is restored despite the Crudest Lust,
Blessed with a vision to see Through the Crust,
These Refreshing flows can Cool a Thirst,
For a soul to find true light you must Obscure it First,
If you truly believe in God then words alone can Cure a Curse,
I can Sketch a Multie Verse that stretches beyond the Edge of the Universe,
You vs Me Too Proposterous I'm a Neurosurgeon why contend with a Stupid Nurse?

[Wise Wiggles]

Stars are dead. Hint? You don't sense the martyr essence?
You want the strongest lesson? God's a peasant. A mothafuckin'
Squashed, walked on insect. Piss ant.
I'm a sick man. A lot of fucked up stuff,
Behind this rant..I wish you could see the fury
Fuckin diseased to worry. I wanna bleed the jury dry
Fear death? Why? I want to hurry-die.
This blurry life, I can't focus at all
Wrapping my head around it. Just want to go through a wall
Thinking of the impact. The sheer force.
Realizing what you put all of those years towards
This is a weird shore. The tides are changing something wicked
You put it all on the table. Always. Left nothing hidden
You were a FUCK-ING GRIZZ-LY
I ONE THING I COULDNT LOSE
NOW YOUR JUST THE ONE THING MISSING
I FUCKING MISS YOU JUSTIN

[dull boy]

You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight? Took a chance with a rebel on the mailroom tile? Been crammed in a pretzel til that SALE lube dried? Held hands in a meadow when a gale blew by? Vans and stilettos; her pigtails drew eyes.

[Mr. J]

Keep your eyes on the prize, Meet your demise on this device
peep the way I divided the dice, sweet as the time of your life
Snakes think they the one bribing the wise, 'Fake' the type I dont like
Wait...you think my timing is right? Fate, is that what you trying to fight
Like...my limit isn't denying your height, and obviously undermining your grind
Your star hasn't been shining as bright, look how you been writing your rhymes

[Pharaohs Army]

my gas Mileage is fine
i crack smiles when i type
my brain maxes out when i give advice
my raps got more flavor than Indian spice
but half of them jus point to themselves n say "isn't it nice?"
..i've disenGaged from rhetoric debates
and inte llectual fights
takin things to the streets,strapped
n sellin ice
yo i put you motherfuckers on the Map n now it's time
to get your atoms spliced
by a mad scientist \ NASA's finest
oh&three in battles-still destroy you "rap vagina's"
maniacal
i filed every detail of a cast iron mold,
of an anatomical giant. i
reserve animosity for Those who can not possibly
see
that i'm just moshing keys
ever since i was freed that's my policy
because honestly i'm on parole, n house-arrest
i can't even smoke
an ounce of sess due to the drug tests
my PO i think he's obsessed he's got me p.o.'d
per-haps i go under his car and place some C4
but-regarding Jail time, then i would See more

[Pharaohs Army]

would you like to see my newest verse?
it's happening in real time like Bill Maher i'm a real star
sold out realized simple concepts can take you real far

i channel emcee Squared he is the enti t I prepared and His is the rhythm i compare when i start sucking, he starts from nothing, takes a breath cocks n reloads is musket, his glock is old n dusty, his competitors drug spot is where e does is hunting, (that's)only if they're fronting, from One King to aNother, check-mate a funeral fer your cousin that's fer my killing my kid brother, one thing led to another, every-night i hear the cries from that kid's Mother cuz, i'm er Son Too, i embrace the world i care what others think it really turns me off when rappers say "fuck you", what kind of Attitude is That to use?my longitude is onto you, we shall broker a peace deal at Versailles-an honest Truce, I'm a connoi-sseur'v all things true You bring falseHood I'll bring food, daily i check the magazines so that I May Glean a represenTation of all things Cool, lost in my own mind, i've over-evolved my tools and i've already lost my cool.

[Bodey]

@dullboy and @wise wayS, your jots fulfill all my long days
Each letter you scribble seem to come out and play
I'm a woman dismayed, feelings made outta paper mâché
Couldn't shake off a minor annoyance no matter how much I pray
Left to my own devices, my soul would probably chisel away

[Clayray]

You thinkin you the man huh? Well motha fucker so am I & I promise you on this soul of mine that I, think outta this world I gotta solar mind, so you can get these hands wrapped around ya neck or get a knot in ya throat once I connect with this bow-tie. I grew up watchin smack, my style and delivery can speak for it, I know all about uppin the pistol to let it go.. Shit Surf n Chess taught me howta reach for it. Boy I could get you kilt, broad day, bullets fly faster then the wind..blow off ya top now that something I'm willing toupee

[Mr. J]

Im riding covert, 6 deep in a hearse, feeding the girth...
the rest I leave to the earth, a pair of dentures meeting the curb
I'm leading the surf, peace in the works, pieces of work
look at you, attempt to observe..please, reply 'this is the best at it's worst'
no objections I'm sure, confess 'I've heard', 'Best?' & I smirk
them & those have no connection, first, second their impressions are worse...
'but they're better than a third..' 'no', give the Jetsons a bird
a letter to earth, that say's 'regret is offered, but your 'best' is awkward'
and it is...

[Wise Wiggles]

wanna cremate myself in this tar pile of make believe
they say smile bright like you got Mars fire angel teeth
making a face like you taking out barbed wire anal beads
sparks fly in argyle grey/gold fleece. made a scarred child,
Satan freak
fuck being a slave, I wanna see assault rifles paint the street
but y'all triggers lazy. the world's garbage,
we're all nigger babies who litter crazy.
drown yourself in degrees. downer's help
albums melt from disease, too sick and nasty
I see Buddhists are happy
The sunrise is so cool whip and craft cheese
Your country sucks, I'll put a nuke in it, gladly
Killin off all you nudists and fagglings

[Wise Wiggles]

Dbl post

[KennyCerealBowl]

Open mic cypher
And Yeah ur mom. Yup.. I pipped her
I said I was a minor but she wasnt believing it
because the size of dick was such a contradiction
she like$ why dont I get a jb and make a honest living
and maybe move in and im like bich r u kidding

[Eviscerate]

^piped*

[Wise Wiggles]

Want a quote from the grim? You ghost?
Show me your shit. Penis ant
Wingless dance
C'mon, Win a chance to float with the pen..
The ink is acid, it's gonna try to soak in your skin
But, this- this is thin ice.. Care to go for a swim?
Single file zombies. Already croked on dopamine singe
No heart, Dorothy.. There was never a pulse in that tin
Walk around in circles, underneath the sky's pulp w/a grin
I'm laughing, really, such a pure joke from a Djinn
Fisting poltergeist cherry, chipping these shoulders of flint
Careful. Please. Got that arrow<3three sown to limb
You're calling on who? Ain't no fucking phone from within
Spit memory. This that photo of phlegm
Lets get this car full,
Marshall's a fifth deep- wants to go for a spin
Everyone's busy, trying not to let all the moments just end
Want to take it all in. The more you focus, they blend
I swear to god there's nothing left here, all of Portland is dead
The possiblities. Look what grows from my Forest of breath
All that is good and evil, lets store it in flesh
Wake up and smell the.. Oh, a morgue- so morbid and fresh

[KennyCerealBowl]

My psychology is overtop like a god
Im like yoda inside the black ops
I slit the neck off ten cops then
Become a christian just to picket his death
Shove it down the throat of their family and friends

[JESODIST]

My attributes are completely Unique like Estonia
Lungs are a nuclear reactor sneezing Spirits of Ammonia,
Surviving Subzero temperatures while you Weak with Pneumonia,
Understand that this is like mortal combat and you're just a Trick like Sonia,
Conforting those unable to sleep my Speech can Relief an Insomnia,
On a wrong turn the Evilistic verses can Inflict Paranoia,
become a nightmare so horrific it'll haunt the Dreams of a Momia,
Evolved beyond logic after many years Living with Phobia
No more wars I'll aid your vision and be a Shield like the Cornea,
As sweet as the fragrance released by the Trees of Magnolia.
I'm not Here to Follow deceiving Demon Born from Sin,
Tears of Sorrow cover my face as the inner Angel Mourns Within,
Purposely losing battles to show I don't give a Fuck About Win,
Look before you Jump and Stomp to Begin,
My lines are memorable like Jordan's first Dunk in the Rim,
Amazing like Maleficent's Opening Scene healing that Broken Limb,
Don't think its over after just a surprise Punch in the Chin,
Ever since youtube you couldn't compare ya style Hopeless and Dim,
Sublime Metaphoricals from the Mind of the Finest Oracle,
It might sound Right Comical but everything I Write is Historical,
Saying my verses are whack is considered a Crime that is Horrible,
There is nothing to see in me like a shadow Concealed in the Dark,
The enemy is nonexistent yet my only goal is to Rip him Apart,
My plan is to Ressurect all the dead rappers that Fell,
Engage the Devil in a battle and then Take Over Hell
Even the most feared sorcerers are scared of Facing this Spell,
Second guessing, their only mistake was Training me Well,
Don't mind Hannibal I'm the worse one Causing your Fear,
My concentration is solid like A tribe of cannibals Stalking a Deer,
A Monstrous Man executing any Disastrous Command that the Powerfull Master Demands,
I was blessed with a brain that only God Understands,
My verse will blanket the fallen ones like a Blizzard of Caramel,
Mystical and All Can Tell you just a smurf to the Wizzard Gargamel,
I'm as real as the tataduende Spooking Villagers,
This aint no nintendo I'm talking about real life Brutal Finishers,
Aquire knowledge just to find out that the Truth is Insanity,
Thats why i ignore frivolous amateurs and their Stupid Profanity,
I'm Actually Part of a Faculty who can Casually Turn you Into Casualty,
Unfathomable powers Eminate From My Chakras,
Magically enough to Pump life into a Multialted Carcass,
I live in the clouds barricaded by a fence the size of China Wall,
Recite a prayer everytime a Rival Fall to Inscribe the Awe,
So feel no way because you were born with the Right to Brawl...

[UnbornBuddha]

Serpentine dagger at hand as I confront the heavenly father
His omniscient crackling devilish laughter hellishly drags you
A mere boy when the Reverend grabbed you, bending you backwards
Now your soul is second guessing all chapels, the rebellious chapter.
Turn your head the other way, see the relevant matter
Your ability to see more is thanks to the perspective master
Realize that we're but composites of elements that bonded
Quantum rearrangements, fragments of resonant atoms.
Everything matters, even the scraps from Cerberus platter.
Eat away at the contaminants that have entered your brain
The center of change, seratonin's base, a chemical trait
That once unleased has you feeling better for days
If your fully healed, discredit my chatter
But, tell me why does a stream of red urine still exit your bladder?
How afar along will you let the pestilence travel,
Into your bowels, or until you emanate armor?
Go ahead and disintegrate further, but let me salvage your carcass
So I can prove to you I can discover your sadness
Agony camouflaged underneath your shadow side garments.
Allow me to harvest it, and use it to transform my passions
After all, such socipathic patterns are the ammo of madness
The art of deductive reasoning is an instructive deed to seek
Yet, Self delight constructs my idiocy, corrupting abysmally.
Even the most proficient can't touch my illiterate speech
Fearless, I'm still waiting for hell fire to incinerate me

[ShowOut]

More in tune with myself than in the past life
every wrong decision dissipates into a crash site
Deliverance from evil I'm just preaching for the people
Turning back the black with a flash light, I'm that nice.
Smokin on some shit that could make Stevie wonder
Open up ya blind eye and view things that creep under
What I'm holding.. frightenin'
boi imma mean gunner
this shit'll make you hear lightnin' and see thunder.
Evil seeps into me I'm so mean bro
Cross the line an get hit with 4 fives like you made a freethrow

[UnbornBuddha]

My thought process is disconcerting
I wish I could tell you,
but I have a problem with conversing.
It's what happens
When monsters starts converging
with a wanderer with no purpose.
In his eyes,
Life is wondrous yet imperfect
The joys of summer aren't certain
To be in comfort you must earn it.
Puddles of this verbiage
Represent my struggles against garbage
Coming from my organs;
Vomiting up porridge, my stomach is burning
Sometimes another person
Is the Strongest referral.
A futureless prodigy bombing rehearsals
On the premise that I saw the inferno.
Otherworldly experiences,
Has me longing for my journal
So I can scribe prophecy that's eternal,
Poetic adages touching under your sternum
Until your heart's flutters are normal.

[dull boy]

The acknowledgement of knowledge JUST
outside the eye of our consciousness leaves me bothered.
Possibilities seem so bottomless. Nothing I'll ever comprehend.
When anything's achievable then everything that's reachable
seems feeble and it keeps me dull. The reason I can't sleep at all.
Kindness. Honor. Love. Respect.
Blind to all that once was stressed.
Wife. A dog. A son. A nest.
Why'd it all become a mess?

[KennyCerealBowl]

I wanna dance with the moon
i wanna fly up to sky ayoo wheres my shrooms
Hidding all my sins ayoo wheres my broom
I go out barely groomed kids pointing at chu
teenage girls laugh while they all in a,group
And all adults they look and shook their heads
at this point and time I acutally wish I was dead
But I try not to show it got that non chalant confidence
till I walk inside a store and workers offer pepermint damn.

[Mr. J]

I predict the future, and commit to Kama Sutra
a hip with 2 shooters, some equipment from Hooters
I get rid of the commuters, diggers & Roto rooters
seriously I'm a dick to the losers riding an electric scooter
riding along the Bermuda, with a group of cougars...
the Life of Pi...nah that's literally the life of me
a sight to see, I been living like this since '93
comin' out hard, MJG...I don't think they get it yet
the game winner with no minutes left, pathetic attempt
I was fully grown when you were still in faulty equipment
baby jokers screaming out 'nah I'm bilingual! theres a difference'

[JESODIST]

These Amphibians with Grudges have yet to face the Warlord Alpha Vet
Who can make a Million Words and turn it into single Verse with the Alphabet,
A Battle against me is like Gamble with Life, Reenachment of a Cobra Strangling Mice,
You really Fail at Showing Advancements, Get ready for Ya Soul Enhancement,
You suck so much you should Come with Attachments,
Watch Your Dreams Vanish while I'm here to flow with Intrepid Brothers,
You're too busy Being Childish Disrespecting Mothers,
Unfathomable Record, I'm not here to Cause Corruption,
Instead I'm using Intangible Weapons of Mass Disstruction,
My verse can breed a hater if not taken as Compliments, Every free posted Earthquaking Continents,
This is cut throat kitchedn and your platter was tasteless till I Laced with Condiments,
Ready to Rain as the Drizzle Increases, Deadly in the game Spitting Diseases,
Ready to Maime Ripping Thesis Leave it Split In 2 Pieces for being Insignifican Feces,
Then make you into a pizza topped with Fifthy Different Cheeses,
You just a foot soldier I'm the Chief Bro, Burn you with my Chi Flow,
Trained by Militants Eminate Brilliance that Eliminate the Ignorance,
while the rest Sing and Dance I Emerge from the Darkest Wilderness,
Searching for enemies to Assault with Viciousness,
Pitifully you are no match for my 100% in All Seriousness,
You'll fail miserably so get back you laughing Stock of Hideousness
Caz you'll be Trapped in Deliriousness after the Wrath's Deliverance,
Wave a Torch of Lightening and Watch these lonely Fuckers Dieing,
with no one on the scene only Vultures Flying,
You must be Stupid caz you Don't Compare,
I'm Stooping Near Shooting you with Solar Flares,
A Disgusted Violent Giant Bombrushing Trampling Tyrants,
Making their blood flow on the streets like Busted Fire Hydrants,
This duel is an honor i'm not here for the Prize and the Win,
But instead to remind that Everything you Write is a Sin in the Eyes of the Jinn,
I unleash the dormant forces of Souls Brutalized Within,
After a Vicodin Punches Find your Chin to Reverse every Line you Fling which belongs in a Recycle Bin,
Never labeled a Mad Psychopath Thank God the Light is Back,
Transcended beyond your logic so to me Everything you Write is Whack,
Keep talking like a trick and you Might get Smack,
Take you down with the Slightest Knock, Eat you like the Lightest Snack,
Keep calm while I Hype it Back, I don't know why I Like to Rap,
But on other hand thanks for givin me the Insight I Lack,
Whats next will you tell me that the Night is Black?
My heart is a vault the Inside is Lock, My Mind Rise to the Top,
You Couldn't cheat your way out of my bars if you Bribed a Cop,
A Viking Grown in Torments, While you so lame you liking your Own Comments,
You against me is No Contest, You be left UnConscious,
A soul Tormented by Horrible Dreams Flow so pure they Followed by Streams,
Perverse and Mean Bomb your Regime wih No Self Esteem,
So just Keep it Real and don't be an Emcee with a Grudge,
My Windshield is blurry Pardon me while I Clean the Smudge,
Have you sound like children victimize by Regina George,
Your rhymes are Sweet like Fudge Dirtying the Scene like Sludge,
Battle Much? Take your time to write your lies I won't Even Budge,
Because to me you're just Lame and Sloppy, Keep acting Way too Cocky,
Thats the meain reason I throw punches a your Face like Rocky,
Reppin for Real, My raps are like gyrating blades Shredding Sleel,
You pussies suck so much you get no Record Deal,
Ya shit's whack go back to the Laboratory or get smoked to Ashes in Purgatory,
Caz I'l defeat you so bad you won't get chance to recover ya Flaccid Former Glory,
I Mangle Misfits check the Battle Statistics,
You Not worth the effort I won't even Unravel the Sick Scripts,
Your case Delirious Insanity Oblivious to Reality,
Your flows are Messy, Old like Pepsi, Game hasn't even started and I got more Goals than Messi,
I'm an Evil Roaring Lion Exploring Deep Shores in Zion, Punches are lethal Deforming Iron,
Its not an illusion its all the Same Trick, I'm Dodging your shots like the Matrix...

[dull boy]

Hey, self awareness! I didn't notice you there.
Ironically I've already seen my soul in the bare.
Holes in the air of our awkward conversation.
You offer consolations like I'd off myself from break ups.
I've already forgotten. Sell the paint brush. I'm painting with buckets.
That doesn't mean a God damn thing, or maybe it doesn't.
Wasn't. Crazy. A puppet. Playing a trumpet for these ladies. In public.
Made me make me look like a dumb shit. Drag my name through the mud.
Tracked it through the house. Been awake for a month.
Misery keeps me company late into dusk. Pour away at the pub.
I'm wasted on being wasted. Just a grave that ain't dug.
A wake that ain't come. Asleep at the wheel.
You hear the beeps and then squeals.

[big baby]

Hey, self awareness! I didn't notice you there.
Ironically I've already seen my soul in the bare.
Holes in the air of our awkward conversation.
You offer consolations like I'd off myself from break ups.
I've already forgotten. Sell the paint brush. I'm painting with buckets.
That doesn't mean a God damn thing, or maybe it doesn't.
Wasn't. Crazy. A puppet. Playing a trumpet for these ladies. In public.
Made me make me look like a dumb shit. Drag my name through the mud.
Tracked it through the house. Been awake for a month.
Misery keeps me company late into dusk. Pour away at the pub.
I'm wasted on being wasted. Just a grave that ain't dug.
A wake that ain't come. Asleep at the wheel.
You hear the beeps and then squeals.

Come at me. Slush, between the clay and the muck. Sludge
Slate, and some gunk. Mush, braze, and residuum.
Loves late, a continuum. A degree adjusted in tandem
It's nothing, a breeze, a combustible band
of gunpowder. Diseased touch, of debris crushed in your hand
Sunflowers. Every snake in the mud. Every paint, in the brush.
Mistakes like blades full of mud. I've erased and begun another canvass
Just, like, well it's like, ... the moment the ink drips on the paper
And seeps on the counter, and leaps bounds between the medians out.

yes???

It's the tiny smidgen of grease.
I just wish a group of scientists would study my hand movements in cursive
to predict and map rubrics in spurts.
so I can exist, and feel my mannerisms are human.
Melancholism effusive. It's like alcoholism. but, prudent.
Lonely, lewd and abusive, souls consumed
by a moving phonograph of obtrusive
Open almanac. It's a translucent, overcast of aloofness.
I don't know.
It's hard to think, but it's not. It's like we're at odds with the world.
Oxalis.
Atomically, billions of atoms were encrusted in that blot of ink

[UnbornBuddha]

Marking my calendar with markers
Calculating the average days starving
The afflictions in my appetures are harmless
Yet, they've cause all the earth to suffer.
Feeling guilty makes my vascular turn sluggish
Sciatica and numbness means on the average I'm busted.
Can't even stand up to greet the scavengers & gluttons
Individuals who display me on the abattoir till' lustrous.
Also, it's not unbeknown for an avatar to punish
Himself- because he has no other challenger to summon.
Well how do you know the pathogen is divine justice?
Because if the disease is Glandular it signifies justness
Especially with a concussion where you visualize pumice;
A lucky stone you can carry as an immunized substance
To remedy the virion which targets civilized corruption.
The cure was inhaling lavender and rose hips
until your able to soliloquize every stimuli offered
A catharsis of omens where you simplify your function
As you outwardly synthesize discussion.
I don't mean to individualize destruction
After all, we all somehow symbolize abduction
Thing is, it lies hidden by obstructions
We've become specialized sunk ships
Weaponized by social sanctions;
Customs where we epitomize reduction
Emotion hazards, where we criticize the puppet
But hate when others simplify our blog hits.
I'm not a narcist bastard- you got that motion backwards
What I am is another soul with bone like cancer
Desperately looking for the potent answer.
Yet, the truth stares at me each moment after
I ask to be shown the lantern illuminating the holy patterns.
Only anarchy has bestowed me the golden nuggets
Erupting the latent factors in my frozen papules
Venting to the surface the only thing that mattered.
Self aware, there's no more need to listen to rubbish
Or carry unnecessary equipment and luggage.
Apotheosis of self means the spirit is polished
Wellbeing makes the appearance turn olive
I welcome the criticism of lyrical comment
But, be careful with what your critical of, 'cause
I'm armed with an American musket.

[Wise Wiggles]

Don't fuck with genius, these fingertips linger with
The meanest grins. Baby just told me I need to see a therapist
When I read her dull boy gliffs. I'm trying to salt these poisoned cliffs
Cuz that's in my blood and I believe in that
Just a shelf elf, bleeding black dust, Misewell clean my tortures
With a steady pulse of stagnant..
Something y'all can stand up outta your chairs and clap at

[Mr. J]

I'm too crazed, I can't hold conversations or taste
everything is diseased, the sickness can't be contained
highly contagious even though it seems wildly basic
so wherever you paste it, ingest, defecate and waste it
You'll do what dog's do, on my feet like dog poo
that's when I curb you til' there's no teeth to talk through
you do what you got to, I do whatever I want to
now isn't that awful damaging to the ego you thought through
writers are apostles & I sacrifice kids in latex suffocation...
literally leaving no prints, I swear you could dust the casings
usually bust in faces in the hallway like a drinking fountain
violating whoever you dream of, hope for.. think of pounding
I don't even think about it...swag bro...I'm a literal asshole
I spit Jim Carrey game at ho's...whoa...

[Zen]

My thought process is disconcerting
I wish I could tell you,
but I have a problem with conversing.
It's what happens
When monsters starts converging
with a wanderer with no purpose.
In his eyes,
Life is wondrous yet imperfect
The joys of summer aren't certain
To be in comfort you must earn it.
Puddles of this verbiage
Represent my struggles against garbage
Coming from my organs;
Vomiting up porridge, my stomach is burning
Sometimes another person
Is the Strongest referral.
A futureless prodigy bombing rehearsals
On the premise that I saw the inferno.
Otherworldly experiences,
Has me longing for my journal
So I can scribe prophecy that's eternal,
Poetic adages touching under your sternum
Until your heart's flutters are normal.

This was dope as fuck.
But since this is a cypher,
I'll say this flow is UNGH.

But forreal I dig it, brah.

[UnbornBuddha]

:) Back at you friend

[ShowOut]

the time is now
go out and find your style
walk tall and dont look down
crowd around as i march the town
fist reaching for the stars
fingertips graze upon mars
a thousand feet stomping on cars
this world is ours
take control
break and disseminate the mold
behold all the lies they've told
it's bold, stand out amongst the people
feeling feeble but wanting to be equal
you can do it, design a movement
get others into it and feel the music
flowers in the guns, peace and love
something has begun, acid on the tounge

[ShowOut]

pounding of the drum
warlords begin to run
nashing of the teeth
fallen members of the speech
speak without talking
listen without hearing
take bearing and dive into fearing..
..of the night, the dead is alive
hear them inside your crooked mind
bookmark chapters of leviticus
proverbs absurd are you hearing this
forigne language of oranges hangin
the door hinge bangin.. don't let em in.

[KennyCerealBowl]

Existential anxiousness,
4told the day i was diagnose with being hyper-active
adderal had enough of that in my cabinet
If we ran out the belt will straighten up my act again.
Teachers moved me to the front inhopes to focus
Fuck that moved back to the back ur disturbing ur hopeless
5000mg is not potent enough
Therapy sessions are a thousand ways of telling me to shut the fuck up

[UnbornBuddha]

Yay!

[UnbornBuddha]

Nowadays,
Intracranial diseases are treated with drills
Which do you prefer?
Trepanning or taking weekly ten pills…
All sickly ill eventually hear Jesus heals
And they get wondering if it’s really real,
Or is it just another construct these creatures build.
Let your emotions quell themselves, until their evil spills
Into your eyes, so you’re forced to look even deeper still.
Kill or be killed is the philosophy that made the reaper ill;
Feel the chills go up your spine, as we prematurely read your will
For in it lays the blueprint that yielded the creation of humans.
This worldly operation is useless,
To a misanthropist who only finds an elation in ruin.
This is the fable of a vagrant internally vacant from moving;
My trail of hubris is akin to the agents in this cyber matrix illusion
Hell my toolkit, I use to operate on my own Self-delusion, heaven's tumor.
What is the point of all this? Patient my student,
I relay it slowly to those who are basically stupid,
Or at least endowed with massive traces of confusion
Tainted improvement is all I can hope for, I’m unfailingly lucid
Graciously wounded,
By my own desire to not believe anything until it’s persuasively proven
I’m amazingly prudent in looking for clues to truth’s superb verse
My yearning for its whereabouts is worse than a summer’s thirst,
Thus, I’m blatantly dubious of my own words; I’m a desiccated alienated computer-
A desolated dedicated consumer, looking for any elevated improvement
In my appearance, so I spend all my time calculating its renovated beauty
Yet, I can never fit into the basis I view things
Partly, because my psyche requires the craziest soothing
I despise having to come to a conclusion, I never really embraced this rubric
Every essay of mine has more questions than solutions. Mental pain is a nuisance,
I wonder from where it came, why it spread, and why it stays so rooted.

[Mr. J]

I'm on cloud 9 that's why I feel alienated
maybe a favorite..words engraved into stations
satellite equations, such an utter fascination
get at me dog...see the bites, rabies abrasions
I'm the kid, and you are the first lady baby with braces..
I get nothin' but head..some big nuts...some big L's
the Kingpin, call him Ishmel, some of this don't sit well
carry a shield, get capped in america by some pig tails...
the metaphor carries on and the blunts been hit well
that's wet, dry off it's cold bless you & get well..
as for me....well I been well ;)

[Split Eight]

in the midst of every break-up I remember my lovers as I met them. the blissful attraction, a gravitational sink. "the honeymoon effect". an aberration of think. reality catches up in a thermomechanical wash, and imagining futures becomes intangible loss. I'd risk a second crash just to sooner sample her thoughts, but we're set in our tracks. The banter is lost, and I lose her to complicated orbits and scattering rocks, light displays, class and can't talk. The constant state of morbid decays after the shock. Celestial bodies destined for separate stars.

[Split Eight]

what if love is being a flirt and everyone is impressed,
but you're not even trying cause you're fucking depressed.
this is my sixth whiskey. count it, drink number seis.
it's not a sprint, it's a marathon- i'm running in place.
get fucking replaced. welcome to the world, it's particularly cold,
and nothing explains why you're emitting a glow
you're a visiting soul
trapped in familiar haunts
but living is gold with a million in bonds

[Wise Wiggles]

Building is gone. Dust. Oklahoma shit
you could know the road & slip- it's skull fracture
Welcome to where the wolves gather
Where we're all dead inside but your pulse flatter
Quick to get heated like cold shatter
America's great, airital sprays & dull laughter
When I spit that underground, the moles scatter
Full platter with boar guts. Y'all kids is video games & sore thumbs
Which tree you swing from when morn comes?

[Wise Wiggles]

I pour rum down Liz Shue's whoredom
Drifter in the Port slums, I want more numb
Force drunk century with a scorth sun tendency
Born dumb, we learn bunch of bologna
Live this way, over a hundred are pulling
This summit is boring, the fuck we climbing for
Nothing more poetic than a rhyme ignored
Final four way stop of my plight
All this rage to disperse but the object is nice
Awesome pendent, carcass of Christ
On a cross, the irony. A wrinkle through what?
We botched the ironing

[Mr. J]

Symbolize a behemoth while others are too blind to see it
A mind full of demons with secrets hiding behind a Zenith
white flag my allegiance, it only tampered with my literary freedom
so beat it! I've weakened Poseidon and fed him to some sea shrimp
I've beaten Mike Tyson, choked the game as all of my ties tighten
concealed weapon is a pen, spoken word deadly I carry a mic license..
take aim at the fake then 'bye, bye, friend' I just enlight them..
witness the minds crisis of trying to understand lifes prices
youd all buy it if I tried it and sat back and lived quite like it..
nice of nicest, rely on my blind theory, unheard word, quiet nightshift

[Zen]

^dope
Call me Fat Gandhi, but I like violence (wait...). I'm full of Molly, and half-minded at a pool party with Miley Cyrus. That bitch saw me, and I caught her eyeing/drooling and all weak for MY DICK. So, I pulled her off with me, and started whiling in her coochie all week till MY BALLS tired.

It's obvious that I'm lying, but in all honesty I'd buy it.