Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

A lot of animosity, figured I would just hold it in...
until I nearly explode, n' then if they ever direct their anger my way?
I would unload, on them. It's only necessary...
Watching the reflections near me, disappear. It's perplexing,
hear thee Yes Man talking, every time.
Orchestrating a tune. Can't wait until I can berate the buffoon.
Waiting out late, every day - can't make it to June.
In a winter coat, freezing, n' can't make it to noon...
So how's your conscience like? Rural authority; don't be the pompous type.
Navigation amiss for whenever you're feeling lost, in life...
Doctored association from doctors and procreation
From talking to those who've waited to hostage or home invasions..
Just no elation, the driest reward...
Can't shed a tear, but that's what our desires are for, behest of fear.
Talking down to the peasants, make sure the request is clear.
Because perceptions steer in different directions, swear it's...
- the circle of life, despite what you jesters, hear...
No opportunity. Thoughts are like the napalm to burn through your block immunity.
Signs of living the double life.
Because the years of my youth were full of security, stoops,
and other things weird to me.
Truth? Suburbs, living with family , in a condo.
Then mom hit the lotto through two jobs n' got a lot more...
Wasn't like money was coming in hardcore, but she made
being selfless an artform...
Like aspirations to grow was something to march towards...
And that was the hustle..
From the scraps to the muscle, carrying the world on our backs...
Made sure it's attached.... and work hard, never learned to relax.
Closed off site, really had to swerve through the cracks..
- and torture... raps on a forum....
Made it off our a backs, so fake cats will ignore 'em...
Filling the gaps of a boredom, ya know.
Putting your motherfucking foot in the door, 'fore it closed.
Sitting on the throne, reflection suffering from porcelain woes...
Enemy's in a scope, right?
That's the idea, and I had to live it, my whole life.
Figures, under the strobe light, with menacing grins..
akin to some old strife.
Feel the burn, worse than a fist from a close strike.
Yeah... long paragraphs; lots to say.
Nautical, wavelength from walking Prague. High cuisine, on a Lobster tray.
... with a cloth, folded, into my lap - we do it the mobster way.
word to Doctor Dre... I fucked with some bitches, n' never lost my name.

[Celph Taut]

Fell on conscious, n' didn't look, 'till my thoughts regained...
Pompous playing slave abolition, homie, I'm off the chain.
Dealt with lots of pain, the black chocolate
too tight, with that Johnnie Cochrane fame
Taking my shot, you bet I will not abstain!
The power of the book... open your eyes, n' you'll get showered with a hook...
For an hour, you're a rook.
If you cowards get overlooked, it's because...
My mentality is Jershey Shore... your Situation is assed out, like Snooki, on drugs.
Looking through shrubs, on the creep vibe.
Using big words, call me T.I... rocking 'em Cholo socks, a 'bout a knee-high.
With shorts on. The Joker, n' I can see why.
Ignorant, in front of a TV, asking, "If we live?"
It's cataclysmic... The Mentalist... this pencil fits like a glove
- into sentences... Huckleberry Finn, swing for the fences, bitch!
Biden and Trump bickering isn't as intense, as this.
Black Panther, but this symbol I'm carrying, don't represent a fist!
Ugh. Ugly flow, so don't hug me, hoe.
Suite Life of Zach and Cody, back of the bungalow.
Nah, the sweet life... hustling, until they turn off the street light...
In that 70's charger, can't get that adjustable seat, right...
Said it's restored... if I put money down, I should get it, for sure.
Nah, I think Wick's ride got a better allure.
I will find you, even if you never said where you were.
That's a textbook definition of a psychopath, or someone persistent...
Legs get removed from a dude, trying to run from a distance...
Coming in inches of your life before I summon some interest
in resuscitating what's left of it... paramedics come checking if
there's vital signs, the covers go over, soon as the stretcher lifts...
Your girls mouth? All over my fucking balls, like a catchers mitt..
So much respect for this cypher, I do this, effortless...
It's just exists for me to break history on this pressure switch...
The army's coming, it's hard to stomach...
Looking up at the stars to see just how far you'll plummet...
I got your guard, discovered.
Uncharted territory f'real.... got this forum, n' feel
euphoric, n' still a warrior, chill.
The more I write, the more it's fulfilled.
So yeah, ya know it... every bar from a poet's pen...
They're asking me to go again...
One punch from below, will explode his chin.
3 point shot from half court - won't even show the rim, so that you know that it's GOING IN.
About to flat line... tell 'em little motherfuckers, that it's snack time.
Don't have to ask, I've... had it there, since the last line.
From the future... still waiting, 'till they make Fast 9...
So I can watch how ridiculous it's getting to me...
some shit you will never believe...
Take hits of every drug, just to suspend your belief
But even then, it still doesn't hold up to what I pen to this sheet.
Swinging back n' forth, even this pendulum, speaks...
Doctor Strange can see different timelines, but still...
would have a hard time determining my mental physique ...
Yeah, writing on forums... it's easy
I drop... keys from the top... then pull back, n' watch... just to see what you got.
So many keys it's a guarantee I got what I need to unlock
Every top 'seed', enough for me to grow oak trees, on the spot!
You liking me now? It's pretty frightening, how...
They liken the style to a North Viking, striking a child...
Building 300 bodies, see the height of my pile... blocking the sun...
The onus is on me, the provocative one.
They're not ready for how cryptic my thoughts have become.
It's rudimentary, though. This pencil is so...
smooth.. the potential I hold, is sensual, bro.
Doesn't make sense to you, you'll eventually know, too.
I generally don't lose... n' I put that on my mama.
Lucky charms on my back, that are acting as karma.
F' real, the tact that I harbor, is ill...
Hardly fulfilled from dropping these bars, back to back
- I'm a charmer. Kill a cat, if he's lacking the armor 'n' all that...
Fall back any farther, n' end in a black hole.
240fps raps , but to me, that's slow.
Cats know, they keep throwing rocks at a glass home...
It still doesn't break, so don't make the mistake, n' just cast stones!
Idiot... really though, are they serious?
The world on my shoulder, not even Cronos can carry this!
Mysterious. Yea, he clearly is.
How could you NOT know that?
Bear, coming out of the woods - the top Kodiak.
Now, roll it back. PC Attire; you wouldn't know a 'Mac.
So much of an asshole, in fact, you would know the flow is 'crack'.
Plumber woes... y'all are my sons...
it's fun when I Phillip Drummond hoes... get crossed over, then you're hit with the "What are THOOOOOSEEEE" !
Blue Steel - yeah, to me it's a another pose.
Nah, you didn't read that right - to me it's another POST.
Making bread off the raps, *brrat - SOME ARE TOAST.
Couple jokes turn these Melanie Griffith nigga's to OVEN ROAST.
Man, is he still dropping in here?
Yeah, I mean, 2020 has been a popular year.
I'm popping, like Jack Harlow, you feel the confidence... There
..is consequence for walking, into the scope...
squeaky clean, like I administered soap... got to drive, until the engine is broke.
Scarlet Witch, wit' the Vision approach... JARVIS touch.
Blade runner, there, wit' the barber cuts.
Nigga's pulling wads of bacon, from armored trucks.
Even typical cars, get rushed.
Painting the picture - needed a broader brush.
To reach the horizon, n' make the stars, adjust.
My art is just... WOOO... Ric Flair meme.
With the moon walk, but it's hard to keep this slick hair sheen.
Their worst nightmare, though.
Like Roy Jones, walking up to a Tyson blow.
Money hand over fist, I'm making that licensed dough.
Nice, for show. Luminescence in nature, I make the lights, explode.
Divisive nature, calling the heights, my home.
And, all it is, is a microphone.... on some old school shit..
Tell the teachers board that they can't "home school" this...
I've been broke for awhile, but the flow's too rich...
I mean, that's the dynamic... so much green on the scene, swear I'm fighting, on Namek.
A frightening man, but it's like how I planned it...
Nah, I said I like how I planted... in other words, you know the boy is writing ORGANIK...
No Travis Fleetwood... damn, that's a lot of bars...
All I got is time, see the design through the Audemars...
Contemporary trends are a thing, n' yet they just follow ours...
Aristotle par, Plato philosopher when I'm talking
to these hollow farces, taking the stage...
The reality is, though, it ain't gonna change...
No matter how much genuine shit there is, the fakes will remain.
Looking through the grass, I can see a lot of snakes wanna claim
the throne... but I built it out of past aggressors, n' made it home.

[Bag Mandela]

Why are they so sure of how they move n act it's mad bro,
Considering were clueless whether humans have or lack soul,
Considering our planetary future travel path goes,
Around a ball of plasma to a supermassive black hole,
What we collectively call genius may be insane,
Cuz an IQ score a reflects the state of a brain,
Magnus Carlsen - 190 - spends 7/8ths of his day,
Constructively using that for playing a game,
2 seemingly seperate irrelevant mentions,
That combine to reveal our flawed general perception,
Cuz if the brightest among us neglect where we're heading,
Blame our progressive declension on aimless sense of direction,
Meanwhile I've got a barmy agenda,
I'll put a couple key marks in ya Vectra,
Do your missus up the arse with my length n give the bitch a minute n a half to remember

[Slick Trick]

Cant excavate my scheme its fossil fuel
I spin around like flying saucers do

Kaid Give Nas back his style my dude
You sucked it with no teeth like a prostitute

No bite marks no obstacles
You and Celph can suck my popsicle

Im not mad im just constable
Officer he went in both directions like weak monocles

Im bringing rap battle back like a radical
Its so statical

So set up a lighning rod and absorb the magic-
-All it takes is a automatic

All it takes is all mechanic
All you panic no dont panic

Ippin is bringing it back
That funky style rap with meaning in the mag

I mean it youre a fag
Virbious on this cack

Get back up on your horseback
And ride it out in the back

I found it out that youre black
No skin collor matters just had your panties up in a sack

[Soar Kaid]

space ships can't move in outer space close to the sun ,
The minds gives you feelings of ephoria if your not dumb ,
Light is extra-ordinary ,
its connection can't be seen by the eye ,
Teleportations elements could make your body fry ,
in a microscopic matter ride ,
so thats suicide ,
Bricks consist of mud, cement that aggregate ,
but thats pencil weight ,
Considering titanium has solid atoms thats hard to penetrate ,
Follow me ,
My brain is on its own inter-state ,
Each of the words of my sentences isn't connected to communicate ,
The reality of the world has been two dimensionally replicated ,
I am generally generated

[Soar Kaid]

I'm takin shots of Remy like a goon ,
when I move ,
I get so drunk ,
I'm in gratitude of the man for my doom ,
But the man is a punk ,
to the point I'll have to pull the shotty out the trunk ,
If the shotty aint amiss ,
then I don't have to be hero with my fists ,
The talents I recieved are a "sixth" gift ,
Like a present that I opened to expose a Sith Sense ,
I’ll make sure your burial don’t go right ,
your off the "X" outta place , (X marks the spot)
The games that you play only “light” ,
When I’m in a weight class in the west of “outer space” ,
Your guns are a grade calmer ,
Against mine its like a child against Dahmer ,
I’m in cold climates ,
But I'm still hotter ,
I’ll offend you ,
causin your suffering to get longer ,
I’ll bomb ya ,
Even if the only word on me is a "gun" ,
Its like I’m the one ,
Like Neo only stuck in the slums

[Celph Taut]

A couple of ones tucked under my bed, like government funds...
I don't got time for you stuttering bums
I'm still looking at myself in the mirror, wondering what I've become.
They say it's not like me.
But, I got the top psyche, wit' a "Just Do it" attitude that would rock Nike.
Depression, stress and anxiety as high as I can be
Until the point, Martin Baschir is scolding me for climbing a tree.
Reclining the seat a few inches back, so that I can find some relief
And rest my eyes; tell the rest of the world I am trying to sleep
It's a sorry state of affairs, this year, now imagine what's next in store...
That's not even a metaphor
They're steady trying to kill me, but I've been dead before.
So rest assured any battle cry, on your end, will get ignored
I got enough karma...
- why the hell would I need it from Reddit for?
Looking up my credit, hoping that I got a better score
And trying to do right by the fam. Got the entire world shining, bright, in my hand.
Wondering if I should crush it. I'm too busy, self-critiquing - I could care less about judgement.
You're rummaging around the back, attempting to bring your brushes, in.
Half a century ago, I'd be around the back, because of my fucking skin.
But I'm not gonna lie, I wouldn't know half about how tough it's been...
In the states to suffer the same fate...
When officers are waking you from your game state.
Me, I'm just seeing if my spirit animal can change shape.
I'm self aware, hence the namesake.
I'm tying down all my loose ends.
2020's almost over, I think I could use some new friends
Cause if there's one thing I've learned, my circle, is nearly a dot.
A bunch of Yes Men, hearing me talk.
And not one of them care about Taut - but life's an evolving lesson.
I want answers, I'm knocking on doors.
Pulling my last year's self, off of the floor.
Never had a one on one with my conscience, before. But, this is the day.
Word to the wise. It's a world, full of masks. We can't deter the disguise.
Codename: Woke. It's a blessing when you learn from the lies
And the truth washes over you, feels like luck's finally turning the tides...

[Celph Taut]

My journey's comprised of every obstacle made...
Blood sitting, on top of a blade
while it's driving through skin... puncturing vital organs,
inside of them, then supplying 'em with oxygen, so they survive it.
- a blend of contemporary rhymers...
Inside of me is where this fire, exists.
So, whether you wish to retire, know that, I will persist.
And that should be more unnerving than Julius Erving shooting high, for a swish.
I was much more of a beast, prior to this.
But now my desire in this has expired, in which it's aspiring me
- to blow the empire, to bits.
Yeah, the empire go BOOM. Wish to occupy the top spot?
Well there is no room.
There was a bunch of shit I had to go through, on some Enter The Dragon, ish.
Staggering life and rap in a desperate attempt
of keeping up with the Joneses, so, this pressure is best...
- inside, right by extra finesse.
A professor with tenor, given his lecture to the next generation
of freshman prospects... while suffering the vitriol...
of children, upset by his world view...
Blocking off the doors, so who can we turn to?
The wings rising in the sky, when the bird, flew..
That's some imagery; it's hard to explain..
The gambit throwing cards, in the flame..
Running 1000 yards, for a game. Sweating your heart out, in the name of success.
Suffering the pain to attain what is next
on your journey. A case against the world, you feel perplexed, by attorney's.
But I know where I lie, so the rest don't concern me.
With the exception of hurrying to complete my goals, feeling my feet, on coals. Like cheap insoles.
Banking on the moment I'll one day meet my foes.
It's quite the mysterious outcome, until you see the polls.
And you bare witness to the monster our people, chose...
And that's not a political take... two children arguing amongst themselves, while they're in debate.
The appropriation of ideologies that act as a symbol of hate
Is much more than what you think's a mistake...
The truth washes over you, while you sink in a lake, of ignorance.
Shooting off of the mouth, don't know what you're talking about.
Officers out, in full effect, while you watch, on your couch.
Protests and tear gas, Antifa, rebellious acts
while they wear a mask, the hysteria of the super Karen's in fear of blacks.
Social media arrogance, asking you what you're staring at.
Calling the cops because you made it, there, attracts...
A certain stigma. The sagging jeans and braggadocios demeanor,
wearing a New Era cap... break a taillight, n' ask you to take 'care of that...'
I'm feeling lonely... but I keep it hidden inside behind smiley emoji's.
And the fake friends, trying to be homie's.
Fuck the ideologies perpetuating by a system that tries to control me
But then, when you ask for help, they deny that they know me.
Isn't that some shit? I don't believe in conspiracy theories,
but it's scary to think they could be close to some Full Access chip.
Feel the glass floor cracking, under my weight... as I walk
across the yard.. still wondering how I got this far.

[Celph Taut]

While some drunk man stumbles on top of a coppers car.
With his pants unbuckled, yelling out euphemisms, for Scotland Yard
I don't know whether I'll make it, or not.
But I ain't gonna fake it to make my way to the top...
The world weighing on me, situations that got me where I am...
A thunder that's trapped, in a bottle.
YOLO, well, that was the motto.
Ivan Drago precision, bringing me back, to Apollo.
A future outlook for yesterday, but, that was tomorrow.
And now, it's today. The sorrows I've been drowning away, by downing a keg.
The sound of a raid... walking into a knife fight, n' pulling out a grenade.
Or jumping into a firing squad, in Russia. So, you're bound to get sprayed.
I'm unorthodox... that's my demeanor.
I may be an asshole, but my ass can get a meaner.
A capsule, like the fragments they pulled out of the back of Selena.
As Yolanda shot... both hands have got the same
type of power, as Bison. Trying to weather the storm, while headers have formed
around, to cloud the horizon.
An OK vocabulary on forums, so the sound of surprise, is...
Nothing short of 'formulaic', because I got it 'down to a Science'.
Speaking of which... my 'presence' is felt,
so it's only right that they reach for the 'gift's...
It's strange how, a deranged style, has got people affixed...
Walking around the prairie like a martyr, I don't need to get dissed.
It's elementary, they feed into this.
The air they're breathing, is artificial, looking for meaning when no meaning, exists.
Watching screens of television sets..
They consume more and listen, less. Indoctrinated by whatever topic is in the press.
And then they're wondering why they have been depressed.
Talking about, "Oh, it's a trap".
Can't go for my dreams because of the man's tyranny, is holding us back.
I mean, even as I get older, I mosey over the fact
I'm slowly losing my control to not spew vitriol to those, that attack.
It's in my nature. Pen and paper. It penetrates your
heart... like the arrow of Cupid... see the face of terror as they stare, at the blueprint.
And feel embarrassed when they are near any music..
Scary, they cover their ears and refuse it... it's clear to me,
they don't care what the truth is...
In my bag, like Mandela. Looking at bars, I must have been dragged in a cellar
Feel the anger to yell while I dangle in hell..
- I... haven't been my self, lately. Even though I cleared my debt.
Only thing I fear's, regret. Trying to keep my tears, in check.
Can't cry, not exactly the trait of a hero.
One hand on the knife, the other hand of mine is painting a mural.
"Get off of my neck", I yell.
Even in death, he rebels. Until they throw away the key and their bodies left, in the cells.
None of us have the answers, it's only right that we question ourselves.
As we reflect, throwing our 2 cents deep into the depths of the wells..

[Celph Taut]

Business practices, a mantra in the essence, of sales.
The commodity of man, perpetuated, when the messages, failed.
A lousy person, but a hell of a writer.
To ignite mediocrity, lies within the cells of my fibre.
Something yelling in myself, to go higher, is imminent.
And I got y'all, to thank. I could have very well been staring at a wall, of blanks.
Walking a tight rope...
Only way I'm gonna say this whole display can ignite hope.
Shining through the tunnel, when the light broke.
Leonardo, touching the canvass, with a light stroke.
A token black, feel like a one man Minstrel act, for the white folk.
Raised in the suburbs, mayonnaise in the cupboards...
But a different hue, couldn't have normal conversations, with others.
And now, it's different. I'm supposed to adjust.
Can't see the bigger picture, but how can they say that when I am holding the brush?
I made it a mission to go through every door that wasn't open for us
Back when people of my color couldn't go on the bus
And be in the front... Asking us if we wanna jump...
"You can enter through the entrance, but you can leave, in the trunk"...
Peer pressure from a society welcoming the racial divide...
When you had no choice in taking a side...
But, I ain't gonna cry.
I was young, back then, but you'll never break through my pride.
Remember my dad standing me up while I was waiting, outside.
And now that I am the same age as he was? I couldn't relate, if I tried...
But as a young man, that situation had ate me, alive.

[Soar Kaid]

My team is a viper eatin other crews ,
What I start in a flow is like a kin to the news ,
with whimsical views ,
I'm buckin with a pipe ,
so cordially kill yourself extinct ,
Its to the top of the scene in the belly of the beast ,
Night lighted in the streets with a dark fleet ,
Chopper runnin bullets in you like a track meet ,
Rock a bird to sleep with the eagle talons ,
raise green on a balance on an island ,
with my guns placed in my palace ,
I cause havoc ,
So don't challenge me ,
I'll take my tech and blast ,
the slugs wild and free ,
Go against me ,
you'd have to be full of energy like a battery ,
You smoke brush ,
I smoke tree's to the sky ,
Till I free up my mind in an hour ,
I got blow like the cream of the choir ,
I have weed to brighten five dudes bulbs ,
makin my razor cut through these drugs

[Ragian]

Nowadays seems I can't rap
it's been there, said that
or I just sound like crap(hey!)
or maybe I am wack
always was, always is
just need to get back on track
I just need to get used to rhyming without giving a fuck
or giving a damn
today I chose to write just to see who I am
I'm not from the hood and worse yet I really don't rap
I just write cuz words are beautiful
the way they make you feel when combined in a certain way
Just Be Who You Are
be true to yourself
you know you're a star
you don't have to lie about being a tough guy
I love my mom and dad
they're the only ones I'll ever have
I'm not into starting fights, I'm into forgiving
tell me "fuck you" in my heart I'll reply "I love you and I wish you the best"
disrespect me and I hope you be blessed
I used to act so hard when I write
but that shit is just hype
now I'm too tired to fight
so call me what you want
but if you can't touch my heart
then it doesn't really matter

[Celph Taut]

You see this crown, you're not allowed it.
They trying so hard to hit the bottom, but that spot, is crowded.
The forecast is asking for rain, but my thoughts are clouded
That's my guess... I can't deny it, less.
Demand and supply to keep the desire, fresh.
The same sexual aggression Quagmire gets
Project Blackbriar, my ire depths Jason Bourne...
Walking into your house... doesn't do anything, just looks at you, then sits on your couch.
My attitude's the middle finger, symbolic for thinking that this kid's a louse.
I mean, I get medieval if you kids wanna joust...
Got the 6'4 on hydraulics, but I'm phat, so it has limited 'bounce'...
Like the check was cleared...
Armageddon, bringing your day of reckon, near.
Eff it, they just can't match up to this effort, yea.
King Hefe, yea. They're second tier...
But nobody's crying over spilt milk... just know the fabric, is real silk.
I'm holding static, electricity controlling gadgets, frfr
Rolling with the punches, you wouldn't know, 'till you're Emmet Till.
That feeling you exhibit, before getting killed.
The fire in me has yet to die, and it never will. Electrified, like your energy bill.
Prophecy runs 1000 cycles, and THEN it's fulfilled.
I'm still menacing, chill. The aesthetic matches the drug - this is your medical pills.
Remember Big Daddy... killed, for the world to see.
The world will see me twirling keys... worst than a medical emergency.
The urgency to start the Purge, so your nerds, can bleed.
Doctors are sure the burns are third degree.
And that's no where near the type of therapy that the nurse will need..
Twisted like cursive, shit's rehearsal, please.
Busting these words, with ease.
Been blessed, conversely, ain't have the urge, to sneeze.
Code - army nato; so much so, that I've earned fatigues.
The type of weird respect, that doesn't get 'em the love...
but they don't fear 'em, less.
The arrogance in your ears, so your hear 'em, text.
He's walking near, you're standing there, perplexed.
Feel in the air - Beanie Sigel, keys are in the breeze, so they seem illegal.
But I assure you, we're just getting started... art of war.
Rene Descartes, form a personification of martyr porn...

[Soar Kaid]

My guns on dorito givin you a nice treat ,
Shells to your spinal cord where the pipe greets ,
The jewels are connected to this frigid chain ice heap ,
A light beams through the air from the scope of my heat ,
I’mma perpetrator in a world that divides when eyes meet ,
My glock is revvin like a computer or a digital five piece ,
So little gravity that I can lift my car up and fly east ,
Its something to a breather ,
2 to your lungs ,
makin your time cease ,
Institute a brain remedy to my gene’s for a high increase ,
If you might compete then press control right delete

[Virbius]

Celph...
Shit, it’s the “art of war” when I start to draw.
My set’s gon retcon, means we disregard the ‘lore’.
I sold my soul to satan, bitch got more than he bargained for,
Imma roll up on the four horsemen with an armour corps.
I’m Terminator two with a harder jaw and sharper claw.
I fight when I’m high, that’s advice from the art of war,
An advantage of perspective; a vantage, or...
I battled this guy a whole lot, coz his bars are raw,
Celph... Shaolin monk shit; the best on the staff for sure.
I liked your bars before... but then... after Soar’s...
I mean...

With regards to Soar...
dude’s so smooth he’d make Drake look like a charmless bore,
Compared with him, Public Enemy ain’t advance the form.
We never had real hip hop in the charts before, but now he’s around there’s a chance for more.