THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[PancakeBrah]

wrote it on a death thing.
at an emotive leisure. it's a lessening. a lesson to learn.
i don't know. if you've so much pressure to burn,
then tell me how it feels. how it's all hellish, the burns.
that's less, to me, than never returns. it's a void, in the fullest.
but you don't know what a void is. seems like avoidance.
i didn't feel a single feeling. not when he passed in my hand.
i thought about coffee. in a family's last moment.
a breath. some sort of strand. i hugged someone i should.
and felt nothing you would. or that you did, but overacted.
i hope mine isn't as protracted.

[asylum]

Yo, I’m brandishin flows from vast extensions, set sail and view perfection,
When I open my mind up wide, dive in dimensions of truth,
Or better yet, I’ll try’n and expose em in you.
I see the token abused, lost from the clues I’ve long known and assumed,
Aren’t far off a path I chose to pursue. I’m known to rebuke,
stone statues for bein deep into thought, lessons where our Earth’s sequence is taught,
throughout the ages, and I’m tryna channel it, dismantlin scrambled messages,
with eggs scrambled in my breakfast grits. Reppin the best of hits on my granite dishes,
These aint outlandish fables, this is real as it gets. Can ya feel it in the pit of ya stomach?
Deep in ya heart, when the speakers start beatin I’m startin to depart with heart and stark meaning,
Like catharsis is a frequent state I travel to, bang the gavel dude and judge it, I aint budgin.
Straight puffin. Stay subject when I grave rummage get your days duckets in my pay budget.
Stay fuckin. These wey muffins can’t rise, all filler, discard in trashs.. dig em out from the ashes
Thoughts lost in doubt are gold in the right hand, or on a mic stand.
I’m like damn, yeah. That’s real as it’s true. I got the realest view, you feel it to?
I know it’s fresh. Known to bless the chosen I step by when I wreck rhymes,
Let my text climb to the next highest peak, fuck that top shit.
I’m droppin caustic on the mid grade when I shift pages spliffs blazin!
Get my wits statement? All I grip slices like an ancient sword,
Sharp angles cut crevices, launchin mountains with leverage in my sacred form
Leavin pages worn when I spray a storm. Every single mother fucken day I’m warm.
Hittin a cold front, puffin an old blunt cuz I roll em too phat. Drop a joint back sun,
Lemme see where u at

[JESODIST]

Supernaturally Bound my friend this Site is not Dead,
Its partially stunned because we've delivered too many Strikes to the Head,
Whenever you need my Light Again I'll be waiting for you Right at the Bend,
earthquaking galaxies with the Might that we Send and thats just We playing Lie and Pretend
That we are both galactic warriors defending the universe and Will Fight to the End,
Netcees will love whatever we Write on a Trend,
But to you...Consider this heaven i'll give you a Taste of the Gloria
I mediate above a Blazing Emporia creating a verse that will Change the Historia,
Getting hate metaphorals Engraved in Memoria,
Extremely wild like the Surface of Crematoria covering your lives with Waves of Euphoria,
A monster that escaped from a Strange Sanatoria battling with dragons in a Flamed Auditoria,
I am reverent acclaimed in a Steeple of Phantasmagoria
This site is going through a strange but Evil Moratoria,
Pharoah's army constantly flowing sick like a mixer of Tiner Hematuria and Renal Glycosuria,
The Demon's Brother with Necrophilia getting Surgical don't even Bother with Anestesia,
victims wont remember anyhing like a Case of Powerful Amnesia,
this verse is an expensive topical considered Billion Dollar Memorabilia,
I spit infernos that dismember your Phase of Scarlatina,
Sacred Art explained in a Detailed Gravamina,
Am an Angel Praised Sonatina loosing opponents in connected Caves and Foramina,
Wanna break my heart? No Way Signorina!
You pretentious bartender go Make me a Margarita, better yet a Flaming Tequilla,
While I jot down lyrics on a Page of Paprika to fit Age and Criteria having Ancient spirits Yelling Eureka,
Doomed inspired Hellish Cheetahs in gloom and fiery Devilish Arenas feasting on the Belly of Zebras,
Claim to be a truth implier but you're Barely a Fetus
A hooker buyer well I am an Ace in Yeshiva all my Ladies are Divas with hair are like Cascading Verbenas..

[Pharaohs Army]

sorry i'm the only 1Here who recognizes Genius, i change daily-- switch from Writer's block to Messianic Readings. switch from depressive kid to Energetic Teachings.
and Styl-istic Theses. use the Cypher as a warmup. n Tear-these beats ta pieces.

I save my best writings for women when I'm baring all my feelings.

sometimes prodigies, just need a single Line, organize the Wilderness of their Mind when faced with multiple directions. a Lyrical Guide when the path bends, at intersections.
my Range is Such That I,
,don't depend on introspection.

My pen has been my blessing so I work on my inflection.

[JESODIST]

Work on your Inflection while we aiming to create a verse Close to Perfection awakening all the Souls in Connection,
Taking them on a trip to a Frozen Dimension, witness a Proven Ressurection where you will find that we are better than average up on the Closest Inspection,
Decoding Inventions for the Prevention of Cold Anniliation on a nation with a Maddened Clouded Perception
Got these amateurs writing lines Honed in Detention,
Tossing bombs got them Exploding in Sections,
I mortal descendant my tongue is electrifying with live Cords and Extensions,
Rapidly dispersing lightning Bolts causing Bones in the body Total Dissection,

[Void]

I'm never who I write about. For every mood; I write it down.
Each letter looms. It's like a cloud. I weather through this life without
the stresses you invite. I shroud my senses in fantasies.
Reality based snippets. No family. These are the limits of handling
what I'm given. I'm managing. Living through anarchy
you can't envision. I am asleep. It's prescriptions and it's weed.
It's the liquids. Why can't I think without missing. I'm canceling
Christmas. Dismantling anything that can get in or damage me.

[Pharaohs Army]

i lie on the couch with Numerous Feelings
wishing a publication would pay me for Humorous Readings
endlessly Battle, with tha Luridest Beings who can beat me in scrabble
-i Couldn't tell you the Reason
shattered my own Soul n i couldn't sell'im the pieces
we both display our language&Adaptability to the Master of Eden
who Practices on Weekends in Topical Seasons.
i am Entirely Responsible for Changes in Climate
&It is entirely possible to take me literally @my rhyming -the "most Rapidest"since Canibus quietly funding anonymous
trolling these Caliphates battling rappers n Giving Them Blows to the Stomach,
which tenderize prime Rib for when i Roast them in Ovens
Consulting with Cousins who re-lease Song by the Dozens
been "Brag-swagging" since the Stage of an Ovum;
a marketing team like Jova's
Converting money into Time
&Energy in to Light
an Un Believable Therapy for your Mind
with 2 entire characters to imbibe
Props for being Able to Actually Survive
i set Traps for u in dark forests which Result inThistle in your Eyes
(the most dangerous game)Voiding your entire Self because battling me require stealth
inermittent Check Ups for your Health
baFore your organs Culled.
Always here when you Call
my Repertoire Endless
Leaving smokers Breathless
Bionically Resurrecting
n Healing from All'v your Damage..
we r shunned Ambiguities
Enormous Anomalies
i learn from writer communities subconsciously
inCorporate my concepts in
solidify my Knowledge with
i give about "zero fucks" if u ThinkIDoThis obnoxiously

[MMLP]

the place where I was born and bred its wolves i rep
was always short in length so the urge to crawl
had served a cause til I learned to walk and crept
Furthermore I’d prefer to talk in jest
The Molineux, a church of war,
dad would guard and hold my hand
a heart of gold and black like the shirt I wore
Saturdays was for the men, they drank and drank
the commanding statue of Stanley Matthews
a rendezvous, our fans began to turn towards the steps
the manager chalked eleven but its Stevie Bull the legend
a scoring weapon at who scored at ease and torn defences
he stayed with his team not chasing the league
his team were places beneath. His course was ending
and he ended his playing career pained by the league he wouldn’t step in.

[Split Eight]

remember to sip/
glass in your hand/
clenched in your fist.
learn to let go, let live,
letters lured at behest of the pen
and in turn you've resented it since.
you spoke with such eloquent
thoughts, mi amor, synecdoche
enveloped in cloth, step between
the allure of seldom & sought.

[Meth]

Fuck you

[Split Eight]

Originally Posted by Meth

Fuck you

really that's funny bro because I heard fuck you sonned

[Meth]

What lol

[Certain]

I haven't written this shit in months.
Distracted, perhaps overreactive.
This total relapse gives me a little less to think about.
More cookies get crumbled. Less sober and passive.
I'm rusty as fuck. Folding my bad flips
into each other with line breaks and disposable ad libs.
But my tone remains stoned and distracted.
I can't feel feelings, emote cold shoulder redactions.

[Frank]

Emote cold shoulder reactions...

This happened over night, this wasn't supposed to be imagined
Roller coaster of emotions, front row, hands up, don't hold on to the pads kid
Past is the past, but our past is classic, were together in the same class at one time, past tense
Bookbag backflip, underground, mother fuck your nouns, and say hello to your adjectives

[Xenomancy]

Dick riding bandit suck a fat one
Your past done I'll let you know what is happenin
Got em with my passion for dedication
If I speak its devastion
Nonreal haters keep hatin no distractions
Fuck it who I got rap on in here to get a title
Champion won't be one when I'm here unless it's me
Love to battle feel the difference with no attachments
Rhyme to rthym hip-hop and rap fragments
Dude I've been sick with it cease to exist
One thing is I don't come to play without getting it in

[Mr. J]

Tell the fan club get their hands up...act dumb
time to pack up or back up what it is that wack does
Im a magnet for fanatics that tend to play backwards
Mic in the rafters the phantasm is back mind your manners
boredom, boredom is all I see...
let my flip mode & bust a rhyme about my hand speed
Im getting it while watching the video for the song Fancy
eating some canned beans, passing gas while you try to get past me
passed me, pass me some pepper chop it up like the shredder
Im deader, better than cheddar while my lips tend to get wetter
log into the beta, put them hands down before I lash out
with boredom, boredom is all I see, boredom, boredom yo/..
whats that about?

[JESODIST]

Wrecking ya Grin after Inspecting ya Sin of wanting to Cease to Exist,
You are weak and fall when the Demon's Persist, Jesus Assist!
The Being Xenomancy souns like someone whose into Killing and Necromancy,
must have Peeled Cables and now Thinking his Fancy,
You couldn't save the day if you Teamed with Lassie,
Against a verse composed with unbreakable compound you appear Really Glassy,
Eons of Advancing I make it Clear to your Receding Posse,
You wouldn't know the back story to this classic by invoking the Spirit of Anansi,
I Scripting it clean Spitting it Nasty,
The Sibling of Cain an Able commanding the legions of doom that have you Feelings Maimed and Disable,
The voices in head can't Stop the Concentration we put in to Stop your Plan of Devastation,
You getting Mocked in Congregation, Locked in Termination,
A wizard Studying the Moon and the Planet's Rotation greeted by a Massive Ovation and for that Marvelous Contestation I now declare this site a Land for Conservation,
A Secret Hidden by all tose Living a Children of the New Generation,
You stand in awe like an Awakenintg to the Truth's Realization,
On the Screen I Sparkle Psychotic like Deen Ambrose smoking Chronic with Mean Gargoyles,
Their eyes are shiny like some Grean Marbles,
Everyone on the Scene Boggled, I'll have what you Bleed Bottled and labled a Genetic Mutation that Kills,
The Flow that comes from beyond Clouds like snowstorms that leave the entire Nation in Chills,
everything is possible with Dedication and Will, caz your Stupid Strategy is a Blooming Tragedy,
I'm Ruling the galaxy Entomb your Fallacy, Doing it Gallantly,
A master lyrically Schooling you Violently gathering all the Fallen Stars,
while defending against aliens that are trying to start a War in Mars,
Every Bar a Giant Mall that Batter Jaws,
I'm fly like Santa Clause Sniping Flaws serving an Almighty Cause,
you got caught in the Parking Lots sleep walking in some Flashy Draws,
frees so hot make ya Gum Boil,
till you Just Coil back into your Serpent like Position on a total Plight Abolition,
My Mind is Adrift being Lifted by Divine Heavenly Spirits,
Expected ya Gimmicks but transcended beyond the minute I Rejected the Limits...

[Pharaohs Army]

i've mapped out all of your Eventualities/
turns out almost All of them End-in catastrophe/ (apathy agony
(anyone Attacking me?/ will find out/ i eviscerate. obliterate./ inCrease murder-rate./
your frees-Hot?.. i Think Thoughts.. &write'em in Ink blots./
,like how i wanna have a Fun Fling/ with a young thing
so wat's the hot Topic? is it Dark&gothic? or worthy of u starting gossip?/
i break mirrors in peoples houses. it freaks them out./

.yer limericks Mere Gibberish;
my Lyrical Exercise leaving u Mesmerized. imagine if it was memorized.

i've mapped out All of your Realities.
turns out(almost)all of them end in catastrophe..
except the 1s in which u collab with me, &Rap with me.
as i become a better-Emcee
i appreciate more/ those few/ who r better than Me,
we're all jus' using and abusing/ tryna make Cheddar&Cream
,livin the american dream/
these Fukkrs will have to deal With Jesodist, &my Veteran Team
some'a the sickest u ever Seen,
physically berryng victims- Burying them in ditches, after days of infecting their dreams,
their prophecy4seen...

[JESODIST]

Accomplish the Dreams to leave you Demolished and ceased like a Ghost in the Scenes,
I Punish the Mean commanding the Holy Regime,
Sucking the marrow from your entire skeleton through Holes in your Spleen,
Highly Flamable the Blood is Gasoline, you have as much flow as a Broken Cantine,
A Hellish Machine trance you with radioactive waves from Relics hat Gleam,
Alcocholic Bastard you are no match for your Diabolic Father,
how nice of you to join the Psychotic Slaughter,
The Satanic Spawner will have these Manic's Martyred,
I don't know you keep challenging this Masterful Author of Wrathfull and Drama
you level is beyond a Championship Brawler,
You keep missing your target like a Panicking Archer So prepare to meet the Manequin Carver,
Like i Said the Site is Tough and not Dead,
could you walk around with a Knife Stuck in your Head?
here is a shotgun go play some Russian Roulette,
Dismissing Tons of Lead have you riddled in the Ground or Bed with your body all Sizzled and Crunched in the Set,
I am a diety that can paralize you with a Touch in your Neck,
Your punches Just Dont Connect to the great wonder causing the World to Inspect,
I am talking to the one that Most Respect me if I'm wrong you better Come Correct or i'll Roast your Rep,
In this EMcee Fortress I scope you like an eagle above a Tower and Citadel,
I unleash moltresss for the sequel where you possess the Power of Cyndaquil,
An infected llama since birth Spitting Ill, got the whole family in church Sitting Still,
A Monstrous of Alchemy quoted by Socrates making you Pompous Casualty,
You defeating me in a battle is just Proposterous Blasphemy,
I Constantly sacrifice demonic entities for the Gods to See,
A protector of humanity you may never see the Mask in Me...

[Mr. J]

Your diluted, I'm a nuisance that's living fancy free
you eating fancy feast playing big dog in a fantasy...
pussy. I damage dreams, then wander around casually
you a casualty, a stretcher stretched out 'damn he's mean'
'Damn he's beat' things the crowd just can't believe
I live on Santas tree, falling from Heaven to end up like a amputee
it will cost an arm and a leg to keep up this charod...
this charade that I dru-op and bounce through like ta-da
I'll whip your ass and keep it simple either way I come off...
umm ahh, oooh ahhh, wu tang clan ain't nothing to fuck with
better keep it daft...punk....I dare you to try and touch it....
automatic armored plastic blasting through thoughts I had it...