THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Frank]

Stew for the sick. Fever a hundred and six. Thermator crushed into bits. Doctor losing his wits.
I'm new in this bitch. Says the 6 foot 2 dude who is ripped.
You into this? GTFOH YOU FAGGOT AND SUCK ON THIS MOTHERFUCKING TUNA FISH STICK
Bag up the dumb blonde. And fuck her with the glove on.
Black light only detects finger prints if she cums strong.
I'm all day and night in pussy if its tight like vice. It might suffice.
Otherwise I'ma pipe the fuck outta her until her head spins and skydive with her lice.

[Wise Wiggles]

I might scalp ya wife on Skype
I'm trying to squeeze this shit out, watching Jesus drip out
No more blood in him.. Yea, he's a crip now
Ready to bounce this piece of shit town
I'm leaving kids found in a dozen zip locks
Cuttin nips off, chugging tit sauce

[Split]

Caffeine shakes, few too many coffee breaks.
Taxi cabs won't wait in fare weather, no sweat, wait,
In a figurative sense- since I'm actually dripping wet post-haste.
Tension, pressure, go to waste- stretched shade thin over scientist play sets.
Try forgetting the Zionist cadence. One, three, Jerusalem's the coup de complications.
Cue card abuse, too, I find nobody really knows the songs, just a general playlist.
Make music fretting, pulling strings taut over this hollow shell of a polygamist nation.
Taught not a soul can relate the past correct. I'm in love-sex with every nuance,
Adolescent habit, mad rabbits- conducive to drugs, perusing clues to which path is truth,
YOU MY BOY BLUE TIL I FOUND OUT YOU WAS FEMALE. Steve had to bail, tho.
Email can't stretch through your god damn window, salt and pepper are bad additives,
Caulk every stress fracture in this fecal foundation, better than safeness, no wait,
I'll huff paint with capes on, day and night man,till you fuck my Waitress.
Then all bets are off. Childhood changes. Coping mechanism, codeine and fucking faded-
In a state of numbness, kids, if ignorance is synthetic bliss I'm leaning like an outpatient-
Which imminent domain, faux emotional range and dysfunction y'all hoping to claim today?

[Wise Wiggles]

Looked at my pen & found ill
give the town chills when I'm rolling like cloud hills
rape & slaughter- this is what you pray to god for
let me near mainstream, i'll contaminate the water
buy & save, it's a crying shame, the price of fame
violent rage- short end of the stick inside the lion cage

[Brian Bryan]

I'll climb the gates of heaven if they refuse me entry- I'm breaking through the vestry. My staple food is Pepsi. I don't diet much, I'm a lieing schmuck who couldn't give a flying fuck aboard a Ryan Air flight. I'm bored of trying their rhyme-schemes and calling their lines dope when they're the opposite. I'm focused, I'm on top of this, my flows are just ridonkulous...

[Fig]

when life supplies you citrus no bitchin make lemonade,
and every pulpy drip that is sipped is a minute made.
Defy the trying times, its no lie im a renegade,
how I flip the scripted page with the tip of my pen in play

[Split]

never meant anything I said, simply meant the premise instead.
infinity is the ends to simplicity. the means stays alive in your head,
paper mache cityscape dried in lumps, lobes, newspaper clots,
stay open to circular logic dumps, fake epilogues,
First loves, first loss, nerve agents in appleseeds,
Asymmetrical drug-induced apathy. Fictional imaginings.
7th Message- Prefuse 73, still adrift in your wake.
It seems second dates, y'know, stenciled et cetera
in lieu of dearly beloved or an eye for an ache.
Inevitably, love lies for the love of old times' sake.
Surprise. Late is our time out of sync, tune...
Centripetal think ties me to you.

[Wise Wiggles]

I feel like I have to release the fecal
My zombie legion's lethal
Hungry? Why wait? Eat some people
I need to tinkle after I choke it
Fucka ship in a bottle- watch me capture an ocean
Was gonna step my game up but my ladder is broken
White boy with plenty to go around, here's a tip
So empty the blow out on that mirror & sniff
You renobs should hit defrost & see just how clear it is

[PancakeBrah]

I need my machines to shine and gleam, a sort of diamond sheen for higher beings.
I need to look like a Titan, Mars. I have like...nineteen scars. I learned to ice the gauze.
I need chugging riffs with chords. Dicks in whores. just. a. little. more. would be nice, of course.
I need another. And that. And this. To be smothered. Hot and bothered, lovers.
I need another. Haggard aesthetic, but pristine. Fucking her, grabbing her necklace.
I need air. To be clean. Healthy, and a little less mean. Wealthy, and above the mean.
I need muscle fibers. A couple fucking tigers. Soap and skin, acoustic plucking strings.
I need to do backflips. Because that's badass theatrics. And it shows athletic prowess.
I need more hours. Less cowardice. More Animal Collective. I need some perspective.

[Fig]

Self inscripting artist, I'm a walking eisel.
A mind that traffics graphics to the static canvas that I often think to.
Dip my tongue into the photogenic essence
That i swing relentlessly at all the senses of my common people.
The cruelest evil came a creepin, left me image-less,
fusing in my pallet; mixing colors for my bristles tip.
Imagination set and established in steaks of gray,
forced to recreate this physical plane i can't envision with.
Amidst the hardship, the brush stroke strikes the plight of my mind.
My art sharpens in the heart of a stark darkness.
A carcass of work, fights to find an eye for an eye.
Exploiting life: these lands of milk and honey are harsh arctics.
100 trillion photo receptors, crafted in the cosmos,
and not one can bend any light the planets swallow.
Cynically diss existence that can turn on you rapidly.
Know these lands in their majesty's a mirage you can't actually see.

[Split]

One savior, one sip- fuck I dipped a hunk of Christ Crisp
in the Dionysian blood of His Re-Arisedness. Liked it.
Sup kids. Stay with it. Through break-ups, break-ins,
K-Cups, chase it whatever lulls you into complacence.
Hieroglyphics of the ancients is astrophysics to the patient,
Take time at century's pace- "eventually" is fate's half-brother, ain't it?
They say its nothing to love her, say its something to be a father,
as if forgetting a latex makes godly divinity outta paupers,
Prosaic gold from poetic copper. Say "this date's getting old" to go home,
Know everything's taking hold, felt it the soft roll of the bones,
Fate's a magic carpet ride, from Saudi grottos to pay-phones.
Six sides boils down to snake-eyes. I'll play cognitive dissonance,
Play along in the key of lost innocence and I thank you for the sin.

[Matriarch]

call it conscience, some godly chime in the distance
whimsical warning - or deitic divine intervention
herald of Hades, harbinger of time independent
shining effervescent bodies basked in twilight contingence
memory’s a voice - a heightened source of mind and of spirit
constant cornucopia as labored fruit sits in time
Fibonacci sequence - 1 and 1 is too much to hide
cold-hearted. fold, forfeit frozen fuel for the mind
food for thought, lie's an illusion - simply truth misaligned
chucking deuces, running loops until our youth is decline
booze and bruise - summer music tunes. acoustic design
the truth behind truths and lies? ok. perfection is pious...
An example? Elvis Lives!
See how perspectives can jive us?

[VividEnds]

occam's razor on my wrist.
god's contained in the coinflip,
contemplate her many facelessness,
break plural tension with a digit,
(and she was concerned where I'd stick it)
wait for the boat, sure getting whittled alive.
finger down her throat switched to five.

[Fig]

Deafening tracklist with deadliest antics,
Savage Yosemite Sam fapping in serenity's atlas.
Battering baptists with massive numerical macs,
packed in a nap-sack stashed with severed heads and a sandwich.
Crack bowels that bound to splat classic enchantment
and stain tragic in humanities mattress,
then flip it back unto its spic and its span-ness,
to combat kick boots with Athena, that bad bitch,
then expand the spanish man and land with a fat dick.

[PancakeBrah]

I'm.\\\
Oddly chalk. The gazing gawk of strangers,
Bizarre and Faulk. Mixed, aware of faults and anger,

[Split]

Write the following a thousand times:
Accounting for lies, love, loss, nothing inside,
One toss with dad would've cut ties with the noose,
I'm lost refining crude truth, photobox flash, Kodachrome,
Motorhome past, grow an oak casket, giving tree laughing,
I'm a symmetry savage whittling rhymes to match the before and the after,
Psyche, I'm grinning a knife in your back. The sun's a shifty bastard.
Hyping the livery of farmers to thin little threadbare dividend factors.
Till the earth's spinning on axis rips the flag off my rafters.
Cussing a curse. Drugs taught me lessons I decide not to learn.
Fronting life as a wordist, lust coming in blood spurts,
I tell her I love her to pathetics, hopelessly immersed,
the text break up's words feel AUTHENTIC unrehearsed,
Fucking over love, fucked lovers over, birth eventuality,
Tragedy tally adds up to sober and curdling apathy.

Stop rhyming about these things.
Guess you have to stop living them first.

[Split]

I'm infinity waiting to happen. Vice-universa, I'm gonna leave time less from inaction. Find innovation's invention if creativity is absent. Lie in the lake, lapping. Find symmetry happens in shimmering stars, diffracting refelective space into stars outta atoms. Sex is my favorite way to hate, and late is the pastime I've turned into a habit.

[Wise Wiggles]

There's no words for that magic. Sweet dreams, as I'm burning the mattress.. I pay it forward, too broke to be concerned where the past is. This burger is average but it still deserves your attraction. We're all dirt in the ashes. Or is it ashes in dirt? I forget, a crispy third of a fraction. Next level we all submerge into earth as a fragment. So stay with me forever as I murder detachment. I heard this harassment occurs when the savage get an urge to uncap it. I'm not sure, but I'll share with a fat bitch. I dare her to jump in the air like she's dancing. It won't, but people'd stare if it happened. I mean she's a huge one, a bear for the stabbing. Something you'd compare to a mammoth. Cause more than scare up in traffic. Knocking cars out the way if there's a hair in her sandwich. A god damn terror, Jurassic.

[Wise Wiggles]

what utter perversion. sucking inertia. nothing is perfect
numbing. deserted. cuz you fucking deserved it
noticed the sprawling razors under the purring
all you drinkers who like to drive better run to diversion
cup is half fuck yourself
from the over achievers that under encourage

[Matriarch]

daze and confuse, lazy and useless;
crazy - how could i go a fuckin' day without music.
friends likened it to slavery - maybe its true but..
for every La you'll find Mi, ha, So say that im stupid!
i don't give an intercourse how u feel, so just poof.
Rip your two lips then plant a fuckin rose on your tomb, bitch