Keystyle Cypher!

So is the Messiah, so many messiah's passing through...
Christian beliefs marred by the same beliefs of the Catholic roots...
I wake up to the hums of the chapel hues...
Realize I face damnation, no matter which path I choose...
Brain warped, like Triple H vs Curtis Axel...
The inferno, on top of the burning castle...
Burn through the same currency when you earn a cashflow... become hedonistic...
Chase money 'cause it begets an equity balance, to be specific.
Flowed 'till I drowned myself in my sorrows, to be Pacific...
Misery loves company - tell that bitch she can keep her distance...
Hated myself - took a long time to fall in love wit' my flaws....
I get external validation from the applause
I went for it much like a nomad, seeking their path through a fog of smoke...
Couldn't see through the vision, 'till it was thick enough to clog my throat...
See the Vision like Maximoff... Agnostic beliefs, while rocking a catholic cross.
The cup runneth over, into my afterthoughts...
Stomach turns, hearing the ping off of my ex's Apple watch
She told me she'd do it, but didn't when I had her pass, unlocked...
I guess that's what loyalty is... when you destroy them n' they stick to you, still..
To let you know this is for real... to let you know this is until...
You ROTTING, inside of your grave...
You didn't show up when she needed, so you try to be brave...
She was loyal to you, but somewhere along the lines your alliances, swayed...
Going back and forth, fighting for days...
Like UFC guys, inside of a cage.
It's a cruel world... it's almost like you made it to be...
I'm stuck inside a matrix, 'need to find me a way to be free...
Don't believe the hype... see how I'm breathing life in whatever I read and write
Heavy toll got me feeling light...
Dealt with vitriol, so how could you expect me to be polite?
Especially when I perceive your slight's directed at me, despite...
Not being deserving of it?
Hate's an ugly word, yet I'm still learning from it.
Knowing somebody's out there, preserving judgement.
Besides, I don't believe what I say is winning any beauty pageants...
You do whatever you do to grab it...
Persistent shock value, constantly moving you, to the static...
Saw her sob, uncontrollably.
So, I consoled her n' I told her to breathe.
For only a moment, of peace.
Holding her briefly close, a tear rolls to her cheek.
Hear her as she's going to speak... slowly, but each...
syllable becomes an emotional screech...
I'm suppose to be this emotional boulder she needs...
to hold her, but geez... I feel broken, to pieces.
She rests on my shoulder n' leaves it soaking
as I roll up my sleeves, holding this Kleenex.
"I know that you need this"...
My voice cracks, in a moment of weakness.
Snatch victory from the hold of defeat, which...
Is the momentum this emotional rollercoaster proceeds with
Aware of what I did, but if I say it, it becomes real.
Numb of the affect it had on me, n' I'm numb, still.
Leave a hole inside of my soul, the size of a tambourine.
So, I escape to a dream world, where my reality can't be seen...
Brain fried from turmoil n' grief...
Trip the timeline, go back to when I enjoyed my peace.
Remember how eating habits destroyed my sleep
Wake up coughing, with a burning inside of my throat...
Tired, feeling so fired up that I can just blow
And take the world with me. Guess I will, when it's my time to go
Doubt I'll regret it if it happened. I won't show...
a lick of empathy. Sometimes I'm so desensitized by it all it hits me, mentally.
But then I remember that, it, eventually...
Subsides... I go down a Spiral that'd make 'Rock, blush.
Until I get a whiff of energy, to lift the seven seas...
Willpower is a worthy revelation...
A testament far greater than its journey's destination.

https://youtu.be/shHSPx7dJK4?si=mVOjdpVhQISploAr

Far greater than its journey's destination...

That place? I have reservations
Because I think universal instead of self preservation
One day I'll be offered wealth by satan
All I gotta do is obey him, cause mayhem
Deal with it, Ray Ban's
No need to sign a contract, just shake hands
Thanks but no thanks, I take the stance
To not give in to temptation if I want to advance
And allow my spirituality to enhance
Pay close attention to what your heart mentions
Because that feeling is your souls extension
While your mind is designed to be blind comprehension
Constantly influenced by the devils henchmen
There's levels to this, Ascension, Dimensions
All of this was presented by the ancients
The knowledge was stolen, what was once beholden is considered pagan
Anything of African origin to put it in laymens
At the end of whitewashed prayers you say amen
But listen to what they saying, they always say Ah-men
Words, not how its spelled but how its heard
Amun Ra, head of a bird
King of Gods, creator of the universe
Now who the 1st? So why is there a second?
Why is king James what we reppin?
What's being a roman catholic gotta do with spiritual progression?
Align your soul and mind to manifest what is destined
Lizard-Brain vs what your Soul's saying
Now that's a lesson!!!
You can be "a bull" but what precedes is "Question"
The things that fly over the heads of peasants is present
My presence makes residents speak with impediments
They need sedatives in regiments cuz my precedence is evident
Effortless with evidence to master the elements
Wise, Intelligent, despised by eyes who are a shell of this
You can feel it in the air like rising Celsius

- iLL

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ij38rA2Szlo
Rising Celsius...
Deciding on being righteous or the wealthiest
The first choice might be the healthiest
Then an inner voice says Yo, that's selfish
You got a family to feed and you need help QUICK!
This is how niggaz get, caught up in the mix
Shit, can go left, you get to know death
When you run in these streets with no refs
Filled with adolescent mind states hoping to get noticed
Then put into the ground like locust
Bound to lose focus, most of these clowns are hopeless
I choose to cope with French lotus
The stench potent
Off the curb I've served more than French opens
French kissing when I'm twisting dope, smoking
Toking, ooh la la is a quote given
I could be the Joker, Living La Vida Loca
My swag becomes a fad
That fad will lead to soldiers
Now they mad that we the culture
And all of that is a lie
The culture is created by the bluest eye
Let you decide...

Spoiler:

https://youtu.be/lGNRQcnQFyo?si=IfNQ59UBApEOdIwO

They got you tap dancing telling you to slide
Cuz they don't like black bitches
Oh foolish pride
Right fist to the sky
OG's know me as a Kat Daddy that's Supafly
Cuz I make statements
Like
Don't be fuckin with my tape deck
Aight?
Or we can fight, Harlem nights
The time is right, The wine is right, I'll treat ya right
Talk shit, I am experienced so I'll move with caution
I've dealt with this too often
As a boss man I don't need to do too much talking
I lead by how I walk it
I believe you're out of pocket
Now proceed to pop it, topless in the cockpit
My lizard brain is toxic
But its better than fighting, an exciting way to change the topic...

- iLL

& if they don't respect my Profits? *Click* POW!* the Glock Kicks
Shit, I cant do this; pay Shooters, cause Bitch I got kids!
Spend a couple bucks, they shoot'em up Like Rockets
Its Shocking,
Dropp'em straight Through the touch.... like Sockets..
Thats Mobb Tips,
I dont even drop bombs.. I Lobb Hits
Toss a lil Skrilla to killas, Drill ya with Long Clips
Yea, I know thats all sin...
...Thats why I pray about it...
& just in case I throw some Quarters in my Favorite Fountains..
Need all the Blessings & Luck That you can get..
Its a Hard life & Lessons get Tougher back through the Test
We keep it calm, Surviving Losses & Bombs like Bucharest
WE Be the starship Troopers, Fetch the Boss & Nuke the rest...

.. i say
.. i'd rather rhyme obscurities than waste time like fishin' for base lines
.. though it's contradictory to the thoughts i've mentioned so don't off me instantly
for I made it a core scrimmage within.. have patience, i'm torn-trippin
for we all gods angels and if satan's the mortician
how can hate live if we all created in your image
...
.. deep is the perspective, as stated-throw a peace in my direction
not the heat to intercept shit, but the two fingers of acceptance
.. pause i guess maybe.. these thoughts progress crazy
as technology may seem for we cannot supress changing
.. yo, imagine a child growing up with this shit, stuck with this shit
with an attitude like mine like who gives a fuck about shit
privileged I guess.. still working 40 pissed and stressed drenched in my sweat
though this ventilago shows by least Dominican flesh
.. for i'm finna fade dudes, that white-boy shit generate feuds
no purity.. shit, two hundred years ago i'd of been a slave too
collegiate level of knowledge-please hit up your historical reads
for what's been normalized continually stays horrifying
and that's it..

Yo, I went to a therapy session and was embarrased to mention my battle obsession like a catholic confession. The pastor in question said it was an act of regression based on subconscious anger and tension. Apparantly texting "faggot" and "faker" to anons and strangers is bad for the mental sanity level, and could lead to a cancer infested bladder infection and pain in the abdomen section. - "But I have a love of language, brethren. And rap is amazing. I'm practicing English slang and inventions. In fact, it's creative like wrapping a present. I've been in love since Grandmaster Flash and The Message. Now my knowledge is vast and impressive cuz I have education like faculty members, so I could write a grand dissertation on slants, intonations and the subtle difference between a Nascar and basketball reference". He nodded and blinked and said - "Padawan, patience. Half of my patients are having the same kinds of character traits that I happen to face, but you need to expand the dimensions like when Alexander the Great went to battle in Asia. There's a high chance you're projecting your actual self on the rapper you're facing. Cuz it's not a real person, but an Avatar playing like Cameron's directing. And all the slashing and slaying's the standardest lesson in alfa agression. Plus you're practicing S/M. Cuz you lash out this sadistic hatred and recieve these masochist pains, so you get the highs and the lows like manic depression". I shaked my head and said - "Fam, that's outrageous. I don't care what they're saying. I just evaluate texts in a careful, objective manner resmbling grammarians testing. Maybe half of the texts are bad and fallacious, but there are usually like two lines in the middle like mathematic equations". He looked at me intently and hit the pibe a few times. - "Hm. But if that's what you're saying, then the path that you're taking is actually ancient. Rhyming is shallow and basic. Poets havn't been painting pictures that way since Picasso and Davis". I made a fast interjection. - "I know, I know, but it still has an aesthetic. Wittgenstein said it's all language games, so if we compare it to chess it's like black is defending with the Kings Indian and then you blast with the Saemisch". - "Hmm. That's a rare variation. Fairly aggresive". - "And demands some attention!" - "Quite. But I believe it has refutations. If black's playing A6 then you have to just take it?" - "Nah, nah. It ain't the Danish gambit with tactics and weapons and planned machinations. The kings are challenged and checked while the queens stay at home, we're passed Scandinavians". - "But then it's all just one big fallos impression? You all Smith like it's Adam again, but "where are the ladies" like Abigail's letter?" - "Well, there's a percentage. But anyway, I'm just tapping the letters, backspace and enter. And then when I'm done, I go smash in the bedroom with careful protection cuz the chick's carrying eggs and I ain't having her pregnant. I ain't having a baby that's battling rabies and fascists and lamies like family's sacred. I'm just dipping the inkpen and then I'll send her a message in a Tanqeuray 10 so it lands from the waves in the sands on vacations. I can't devote my life to this, cuz I have a vocation with salaray, pension and marriage and friendships. I just enjoy hanging with legends like Dizaster and Bender, Illmaculate, Stay, Math Hoffa and K, E. Farrell and Henry, B Magic and maybe Nocando and JC. I know it's all a candy house like Hansel and Gretel. But I check my calories daily, play piano and tennis, read actual papers and literary engagements. Some ppl like to play Wordfeud or learn about tapestry techniques. This craft is the same, just like back in the days when Wu Tang, Dr. Dre and the masters were making these past innovations. Not to mention that the Vikings have been flyting eras and ages ago, so battle rap is as ancient as Alice in Chains or gathering berries for making jam in the kitchen like jazz in the 20's". The therapist leaned back in amazement and closed his eyes for second in a rare meditation. He then reached for his pibe and restuffed it with tobbaco about half of the way, and then he went for his inner pocket and sprinkled some crack and cocain in. He took a hit so hard his glasses were breaking. - "DAAAAYUMMM SON. This Columbian plant is contagious! And i found your rant entertaining like a Japanese Geisha! Kept thinking to myself "Yo, this Phantom's a Menace like Anakin racing in Tatooine's desert!" I've been reality checked with No Vaseline for these Attitudes, brethren! Maybe I'll slash the profession and get into American wrestling!" And with that he just basically grabbed all his papers and ran through the entrance. I felt like an anchor was lifted since the dude took the rock off his chest like when Magdalene came in to see that the Lamb had ascended. When I got off the mattress I noticed a latin insciption on a Rafael painting with immaculate rays: "Ex machina deus". It's really "deus ex machina", but who cares, in latin it changes. That's something Aristotle he hated in his work On Tragedy, yes, but this ain't a hexameter epic. I'm just rapping forever, from Athens and temples, al-Aqsa and Mekka to the Vatican gates and statues in Naples. It's like I created a Faustian pact to win battles on websites, so when I call your mom a slut that shit's Immortal like Dance with the Devil.

Wait, you mean to tell me it's been two weeks?
Stop writing on here, and put it into beats
I do it until I lose sleep, become lucid and rap in my dream
You know, that's the between.
Fuck an actor, I mean you won't need director if you wish to capture this scene
And by capture, I'm talking this passionate doctrine
That will slap you upside the head if you happen to mock it...
Inner thoughts act as a passage of logic
Open doors were they were once empty spaces...
Smoked the homegrown 'cuz mentally it had sent me places
I sit back, take a puff...
They act as if the game is too big to shake it up
Like Kendrick ain't pick on Drake enough
Oh yeah, they saying stuff, but nothing of note...
Cold days, rock a thermal sweater under the coat...
Got a hookah for those wanting the smoke
Ensure you don't have no asthma, then.
Crash lending, 0-to-100 and going back to ten
Should've known it had been a bomb as soon you unlatched the pin
Rising from the ashes, then.
Feel the heat, as it splashed my skin.
Much hate to endure, why they faking it for?
Scraped my plate 'far as gracing this board
Emptied it n' began taking in more weight than before
Damn, only so much holding to scrutiny
Give it to them, n' they'll drop the weight faster than Lumidee.
Uh-huh, uh-huh - what you doing, b?
Taking notes, for the folks approaching it, musically.
To the beat, exhumed, in the humid heat.
Soon as you got on the bus, you knew you would lose your seat
They crowning Maven the new Youtube chief
I ain't with it. Rocking African stones snatched, from ya clones.
I mean, it's all cool 'till I got you cats on the phone... than dial tone.
Star 69 ya, as a reminder that I'll find ya
The Human Tracker. Every movement, captured.
You can tell Truman, this is the true disaster...
Using music got me improving, faster than usual after I viewed you rappers
Run a choo-choo on your beau' to smash her
Dudes be calling MF DOOM, the master.
Perhaps I can agree...
Locked the doors behind you when you tried to be free
Breathe air into it - let the dynasty breathe
You know it became dire for what you were trying to achieve
Decided to pursue what they told you had been suicide to believe...
Idolizing the speed in which my keys affix
Dialog to you greedy pricks
Indeed it's this seedy mix interpretated as...
The canonical verge every word will get past...
How are they the future if they never learned from their past?
Somewhere along the lines my soul died that day
My body had been mangled, but my mind had been observing the crash
That's the duality, ain't it?
For bending time, when your reality's tainted.
Echo chambers bounce off the walls where the crowd is adjacent...
Devise an equal temperament to offset the powers you're faced with

You're faced with a Danish man, I'd suggest that you oughtta,
Make a point that their language is regressive n poorer,
since there's no word for dating girls and their genitals smaller,
according to a public listed message on Quora,
But I didn't come to oppose the frail or act like english is the holy grail,
My concern is, well, behold the tale; the muhfuckin plight of the lonely whale,
I'm talking chubby wannabe brides with a soul for sale,
Distorting their needs in a chosen male, thus creating bonds that are prone to fail,
All to no avail,
You know, like to know a- they know, its gay,
Say the thing you're supposed to say,
Ahh shit yeah, I met a wild dog on the Indian coast in May,
Damn, I can't stay focused, knew I'd Goa stray,
I came to talk about Bodybag Business, @Celph Taut gotta have itches,
to hop in that shit n chop n hack bitches,
With lines bigger than shopping at christmas,
Acapella tourney, know ya can snatch it,
$200 at least so the cash lit,
No instro's, not for me homie I'll admit,
I need to slap on a beat like boning a fat bitch

but the link is here if one cares to peruse http://rapbattles.com/forum/showthre...SIGN-UP-HERE**

De-bone a fat bitch and you'll have a lot of organs to spare...
Throw in another liter of skin, n' you'll have enough for your career...
Door or a mirror? Which one is reflecting?
Open the door only to find out it isn't what you're expecting
Likewise, eyes open once you discover him texting
Out the game like, it had the pieces yet didn't come with directions
Well, I got a direction for them...
Up North, but go out West 'cuz it's fun...
Once you become the best, that's when the messages come.
Break the SMS chain... n' a leg sprain
My guess is that he'll be out 'till the next game.
That lil booboo ain't nothing but a flesh stain
Oh here, let me ex-plain...
Turn it down a notch until there's treble n' less gain...
Wait, not how it works...
Whatever. It's 3AM in the morning, n' I'm trying to knock out a verse.
And perhaps, knock ain't the word. Maybe it's crank.
Shit is crazy. Did a complete 180, like Hank.
Went to Saudi Arabia, containing Austin propane, in a tank.
Pheromones haunt me, baby - I came wit' the STANK
Off the boat I go, but know I won't be lain' on a plank...
I'd rather lie with the fishes...
n' die, then have them trying to pry in my business.
Investigative journals out there - who's eying the witness?
Let me find out it's a sign of your interest.
Sign the top half of the letterhead...
Don't wish alive what comes off better, dead.
Or internalize the monologue of the journeyman that was never said
The fuck am I talking ABOOT?!???
I want the cash, but, not because I'm rash, only to pocket the loot.
Downgraded my vehicle for a damn sleigh...
Amortization period's how long? Well, I can't say...
I'll give you a hint...
If I told you the amount, you'd probably have no interest in it.
However, how else would I have this gift to exist?