Keystyle Cypher!

Ghetto Style...

You think you can top me? ,
you goin need a lotta proof ,
I'm flyin in the O-zone on a plane poppin bottles of the juice ,
I was makin raps before the streets was called a jungle ,
Before Kendrick Lamar told you cats to stay "Humble" ,
You little dudes should stay in high school ,
Cuz aint no comin back from the grave site when the heats pulled ,
I'm in a straight shot while you sittin on the bus ,
I'll pull the ringer on you for my ends ,
aint no need to discuss ,
I'm in a drop top while you cats jumpin over fences ,
But I can't front we all live wit the fiends by the hood entrance ,
I'm watchin shorties ride in their in line skates ,
But if you look close ,
you can see the curvy in line waist ,
Deaths happen all the time on the scene of the scuffles ,
Thats why they goin to jail wit vasoline on they knuckles

Seeing me shuffle through keys, every word serves a purpose...
Get your learners permit, while slicing through your Adam's, cause you herbs deserved it.
It's pouring out, it's such a beautiful flow...
From the angle, it projects an unusual glow...
But I won't speculate. Dirtier than the housing system, in section 8.
Where methods of regulating are second rate.
Guess I'll wait before making the plunge.
Soaking up fire straight, to my lungs. While instantaneously blowing out hate, when it comes.
I don't talk about what's sociable for the sake of it...
Nor do have any inclination of what society makes of it
If it was up to me? Well, let's be happy it isn't...
The pure wrath of an 'ism, feeling like it's trapped in a prison
of its own mind - psychologically.
It's nauseating, feeling wobbly while walking across a sea of yes men,
that are trying to keep me off my feet.
Therefore, psychological warfare, is obsolete.
When a Cheeto is in his office suite, inciting chaos, by dropping tweets.
I don't know, how long does a bird chirp?
Decrypted messages become public, with a word search
When an elect, and a rogue, transitions; which one deserves worse?
The highest bidder is picked from whoever you heard first.
The plight of what?
Maybe in another four years, your sinuses might adjust
to the impact, still lighting the fight in us
Not gonna lie, though.
My energy is simmering off of survival.
Fighting the same sea of Stan's that were mocking Revival.
But that's the kind of character assassination..
- one expects when he talks to his idol, in a disparaging manner,
and makes remarks, without...
Thinking of the consequences, n' then said person marks 'em out.
His fan base dwindles and all of his followers start to doubt
His impact on the current generation, but...
Whatever was great before, isn't great, to us. -Gen X.
Or Gen Z? Millennial servitude,
an affirmation of what your friends see. The result
of when opposite ends, meet.
Cursive monologue, as that feather-tipped pen, leaks.
- Like Julian Assange...
The fight for your freedom is like a move against the odds.
Synchronized to a room, tooting dubious applauds.
Stipulations of what is right, 'till they use it, as a clause.
What is this, some kind of joke?
Turn your decibels up, so you know you'll get to the quiet blokes.
Talking libel, choke on a sea of mistrust
from all the insider votes,
Causing international riots n condemnation from higher folks.
Blood his on your hands - you can't wash it off, can you?
Tyranny is a 24/7 cable network you have to stand to.

Tyranny’s a cable net, plus a fucking major threat.
What kind of pricks would think a rabid Fox a faithful pet?
Their shit ain’t even pay to view, instead you’ve gotta pay to jet.
If they want a hit series then they oughta film those same execs;
Watch em stab each other’s backs the second that those traitors met.
Place a bet: how many of those fuckers would escape the set?
Ay, yo..
I use bayonets in laser quest, I raid the vets for horse tranqs,
I drive Porsche tanks, I use nuclear bombs to perform pranks.
I rock Nike viking horned hats, to formal functions.
I endorse destruction and call all positivity flawed assumption.

Zedbazi sarkalashoon zamin
Harf nadarin harfetoon hamin

Gharin chon goh assaton nemigigere Pishro
Harfeh ashghal bash mirin to

Tojeh gjangaleh rappistan
Vaghad to LA harfetoon mijad az Iran

Azizan kar tamoomeh
Enghad Pishro rid JJ hanooz hamoomeh

Bazi azooneh keh Ghoost gerroneh
Vali dast var nemidaran az doleh America tah khonneh

Alakki razi vaghad dokthar bazi
Zood mirran miminan dast derazi

Shireh khorde as ye asbeh abi

Secret Sparking Mind Style at 110

You'll float with the fish under the ship anchors ,
If you street enough to build a response in the eyes of danger ,
Its possible that the death of the man on the paper ,
was arranged by the feds as long as the president is major ,
Women means somethin when guardin wit D ,
She's my eve ,
watchin my girl in a garden with fleece ,
Take that away ,
and you'll be a corpse ,
asleep in the creek ,
I gotta be a royal ,
the game of a major ,
For those G stacks I'm huntin cats like the mayor ,
I'm grim like the reaper ,
Kaids muscles in his beater ,
and I'll creep you with a sweeper ,
guaranteed to put you 6 feet deeper ,
I solve problems in the day and then I go to sleep ,
the next morning ,
I'm plottin on a way to put cat's at peace ,
The grave is for run aways ,
Outsiders and old timers ,
and the body tarps their in is cuffed with bag liners ,
I'm more skilled than all rhymers ,
You rap skills aint powerful ,
I bring more sharpness than the six pack on my abdominal ,
While my rhymes slaughter you ,
Grip your bars like your beginnin to die ,
and watch me out flow you down stream in a land slide

Secret Ultra Instinct Style at X 4

Yo Soar Kaid is a forthcomin God ,
Starlight beams runnin through my hair like allah ,
Red cross hairs in the game but I won't catch a charge ,
My skills buryin your flows wit raps thats mega large ,
I make money in this abysmal land ,
Where only hypothesis and strong mentals can stand ,
Bodiqua Chicks at my front door ,
I prefer Caucasian persuasion ,
I’m lookin for more ,
Biblical Jezebels ,
there's no need to come aboard ,
Pass the Italian orderve’s ,
My mind is superb ,
on the top end of the psychological curve ,
If I go Super Saiyan ,
It wasn’t like I forgot Ultra Instinct ,
I never mismanage ,
My rhymes are at their peak ,
I speak wisely but as a young sensei ,
Kickin mad flows like a black Kung-Fu brigade ,
Don’t listen to the MC’s tryin to say rap is gowne , (gowne as in gone)
Cuz like the Chinese got merciless battle ,
We got merciless flow

my mistake. That flow above is X 4. I aint sayin nothing!

Secret Ultra Instinct Style X 4

I build these raps as a magical G
and stalk these streets with intelligence leaps ,
I'm changin my thoughts to thinkin about planet killers
while watchin who's life goals is hittin ,
but who's realer ,
I'm livin off food thats like takin brute medicine
And the top is ignorin me to make my life heavenless ,
I write glyphs ,
Hyroglyphic Tactics ,
If you open your eyes ,
you will see a bright savage ,
I’m glorified as a MC with fantaseed nimbleness , (fantaseed or fantasied)
Placin my mental weapons abilities on a list ,
I’mma eagle eyed marksman ,
Our dimensional authority is never pardened (pardened or pardoned)
and that's because I'm street hardened

Soar’s street hardened...
I’m on some nature shit, twisting weed garden wreath garlands.
I’m sleep-starved an’ sneak past elite guardsmen.
I ain’t ever seek stardom, just tryna greet martians.
I stow dope in a toga, on street in greek garments.
I’m on some whole other shit, I ain’t even need carbon.
I plea bargain and demand severed heads of police sergeants.

Secret Chill Star Style

I'm nickin these gung ho's wit the knives ,
for all I care ,
You could fall off a cliff and hit rock bottom of ya life ,
I'm killin harlem wit Sai's ,
Soup in beds don't help cats ,
Crime lords ,
They go back to the streets to sell more crack ,
A piece ,
I am well armed with it ,
I'm messin up ya thoughts with this well armed sentence ,
I'm in the street with digital phones ,
I can't have a wife with silicones ,
Givin these cats advice but they takin it wrong ,
Get ill in a rhyme ,
I Rap then take my head phones off in the booth ,
clap after I break my lambo off at the roof ,
You willin to be in front of me ,
To keep it real ,
I don't think your ahead of my speed ,
Its a automatic ,
so fill up ya car wit unleaded ,
I rock with a acura ,
bringin these chicks in my ride to spread it ,
I'm guidin the shots in these takes ,
I'm buildin blocks
and callin out wit the glock on the land scape ,
I come clean ,
rightfully so ,
I'm bright like a strobe ,
You aint takin my lights down ,
Like its Christmas at home ,
You try to copy this like a fax machine ,
Do it and I’ll have to split your back with beams
Or give you shoddy eye after battery ,
It don’t matter B ,
Hum V or Dystopian ride ,
For me to vacate my throne ,
I suggest you should rise ,
Talkin about killin me is not a surprise ,
I'll pull this glocks trigger ,
then you and the bullet collides

Secret Chill Star Style..At 110 with X 2 flow

I shine with a deathly vaneer ,
that'll take a shot at your label and your rap career ,
These monkey apes don't dare chase me ,
I'm killin em so fast when they eat the banana clip they go lazy ,
I'm poppin wit somethin that'll kill you ,
Been workin wit glocks under the law ,
leave you under arms like mildew ,
stupid ,
You know I cause cats to die ,
You'll be gone in a second ,
matter fact ,
live your last millisecond of life ,
I get ill with the pipe ,
Gashes of flesh lost out of you has beens ,
I'm takin a step up to the bank to access the money I'm cashin ,
I'm flossin to the point I get dough flipped ,
I'm flyer than male cologne potions ,
Your boy ride tight in the breeze like locomotion ,
I'm always focused on killin these cats ,
I'm still on the scene with the raps ,
The only dude that spit a sixteen to peel you with a lyrical cap
or a lyrical blade ,
Quick to put you in the grave ,
The shame ,
Your Defence is an F
cuz my offense is an A ,
Have the crowds shocked by death when the strays crossin up
and send them to the bench when my hand drops with the dunk

hmm I got like 5 or 6 Gundam suits don't I? lol...

I don't know, but there's a Ram, I drive...
crammed to the brim, with Rambo knives.
Have you looking like Freddy Kreuger... if you stick your hands, inside.
And that's my testament, put that on the bible, n' plead.
survivalist greed, got the eye of the tiger, but
The desire in me, has waned, bro.
But the skill set? That hasn't changed, though. Preying on the Daemon god's....
To sustain the same applause I got, in the past.
Sawed off shotgun, I cock it, n' blast.
Destroy the liquid metal casing off of your ass.
T-1000 shit. Carl Hauser, wit' a 3-breasted bouncer chick.
That's down for this mountainous mound of resounding dick.
"Wow, it's thick". OG Mudbone - pound for pound
Brickhouse legit. Penthouse equipped. Like I was down with FLYNT!
Wait... - that's Hustler magazine, smh.
Oh well, it rhymed. See how many bitches skimp down in this hotel of mine.
Dicking down Bella Hadid types, ya know.
They ain't gonna wife me, though. Need wifey to have that OG hyphy-glow.
Looking like Mikey, cheque marks - to making that Nike dough.
Icey, so much Gucci gonna have to hand me the rights, for show.
Yeah... Patient Zero, with the drip like a leaky faucet.
Still creeping, copping phones n' selling 'em back, for easy profit.
LoL... that's just one of the hustles.
Long arm of the law, that's just one of the muscles
This game is cut throat; The Raid 2, but play through... n' get a life.
I paid dues, nails through the head, the thread is a cenobite.
Getting live-r. Set beside a pink bunny, like energizer.
Center rider poking the pupils, nigga - that's Elle Driver!
(Huh!!)) Bossing on this rap shit.
So much so, the flow come with Rick Ross adlibs.
Metal face, ask 'Lib. He got it from Doom.
Snatched the mask off the flask when he walked in the room.
Wasn't aware about their history... I just thought it was cool.
And if I was in the same circumstance, I probably would, too!

I probably would too dude,
Instead I'm here in the queue nude,
Being filmed running a train while this chicken get Choo choo'd,
Bad actin with a Rock on, I got that shit from Doom too,
Who knew, but who knew Who knew? I knew Who til they replaced him with a new Who,
Who was actually a new ho, so I guess that makes her the new Who who knows,
Off the roof flows, I'm the stand up comic at the funeral,
Started performing 2 girls 1 cup the musical,
Got boo'd off stage n went n sat in a toilet cubicle,
had a cry wank then left a floater in the urinal,
Beautiful, resentful sinner, the vengeful shitter,
Odour du merde that was my kelp n kippers with eggs for dinner,
Someone say eggs? I'm the eggy sprinter,
With a not-once-ever-dropped-it face, think that I will well nog today,
ticked off if I'm second like a watches pace, watch this space, soon to take China by storm with the egg n chopsticks race

You talkin nonsense, The context, you gettin no comments
So keep makin raps, I could give a crap
You ain't livin that, I'll burn you, so this a litmus test
You a kitten scratch, aint worried bout a pillow bitter spittin back

You talkin nonsense, The context, you gettin no comments
So keep makin raps, I could give a crap
You ain't livin that, I'll burn you, so this a litmus test
You a kitten scratch, aint worried bout a pillow bitter spittin back

Uh, so yeah, my boy's the eggy sprinter. Me? I'm cracking your noggin, tho.
I just walk in like Once We're Warriors n' make that omelet, whole.
Make 'em some eggs, she makes it, I take it, n' toss it, on the flo'...
More confident than a convict is, with a bar of soap ...that is on a rope.
(Cripes) - that's pretty confident, Celph.
But those kind of empty gestures are not gonna help.
Ex Machina - well. Walking on water, wit' Phelps.
You're walking on egg shells, I'm shell shocked, having your noodle rocked.
Your Saks Fifth, get sacked, before you can let your poodle, walk.
It's second nature, I penetrate your existence
With nothing more than a carton, as I wait in the trenches
.. with war paint on - it's game time.
I'm feeling Marshawn Lynch, today.
Still dripping paint. Talking to me that way, was a big mistake.
Cause I know how you bitches hate, not that I can relate to it
If hating was a religion, I'm OK with being an atheist.
Speaking of which, I'm sure Satan's got my ass on the waiting list.
1000 pounds of pressure, per slap, but that's just the 'weigh' it is...
My scale's tip, like generous patrons.
They ain't ready for this mental invasion...
I had an institutional mind, before I could get to the station.
Plus I knew I was too out there for them to ever embrace it...
So why cater, wide craters to make a venue for my haters..
Yeah, you got the floor, now...
Billy Mitchel - they've been trying to take the score, down.
But you do that shit and it's war, clown.
I'm war bound. Metaphors with enough spontaneity to make Jason Bourne, proud.
Doesn't get any more real than this...
The type of zeal that'd make stroke victims have to feel this shit...
Blink once for yes, and twice for no.
Just incase that this turns into that Neo from Matrix interrogation clip!!
You remember that shit, where his mouth disappeared???
Not gonna lie, I was tripping.
I'd probably jump up wondering where my mouth was, too, if I was the victim.
But fuck all that, look at the minds I'm uplifting...
by trying to drop some rhymes into this, and...
Carrying it forward, I should charge some kind of subscription...
Not that you'd buy it, but listen... it's the thought that counts.
Spring mattress bed, I got the bounce.
Hit up Lisa Aires, and now I got a few blocked accounts.
on her OnlyFans page. But the jokes on her, I got a secret one.
I may get bitches, but, doesn't mean I still ain't creepy, son.
Lies. I ain't an incel like the guy that's above me.
Dark on the inside, but got the gall to call society ugly.
FBI tapping his phones, but the lines have been buggy.
And he's hiding all of his chats... a real stand up guy, offline
but likes to ball in all of his raps...
I mean aside from disregarding all the fraudulent acts
He's a part of, relax, and try to acknowledge all of the facts...
For a second. Like, take for instance, you dropped that twice, for what?
Ole' Drake ass emotional... you being Nice For What?
I said I should've did a Verzuz with Jeezy; all of this Icy stuff.
In fifth gear. Bitch, here. I stay LICENSED UP.
Real talk, you are an alright innovator.
But, you been a hater. The type to lose cabin pressure, in a flight simulator.
Man, what is you doing, bro???
I did this shit once, n' I'm already 2-0 - go and play with your Yugioh.
This is grown man raps, wearing slacks to go to the studio.
Rap n' hurt my back with that lucid flow.... then I lose it,
- throw the mixing board in acoustics mode... what do that mean?
I pull the pussy back, then become a mac, wit' that Axe cream.
*spray sounds* what is that? Meeooow.... why, hello, there.
Got the juice like, OJ. You want some Kool-aid? Then OH YEEA!!!
I bust the walls, like a lunatic. Ya girl cup my balls
through the fucking drawers, right before she sucks me off, like a nudie flick.
AND the booty THICC -- say it with two C's.
But she's also a bitch, so much so, I say it with two B's.
Don't think I carry, till you see my arms in those loose sleeves.. .
I shoot, skeet, have your girl playing with my pig skin, like Drew Brees.
Yeah. Now, wouldn't that be a site to see?
I'd say you don't strike me as a fighter, but, you don't even strike, to me.
Batter up. Batter batter, doesn't matter - cause, that strike, was 3.
Likely see it's Christmas, know why? Cause I'm-a LIGHT SOME TREES!

Secret Spiritual Strike Style...

The expensive things in this world are only for looks ,
for cat's that are without the books ,
I couldn't express more the amount of dudes thats been played ,
by their chick and left their lil man in the flames ,
I say things unmatched by rap nature ,
some in the crowds that I bump will one day become haters ,
I don't stress it ,
Its somethin like bringin satan to god ,
A strict lesson ,
allah will take his ability to live hard ,
Our fightin spirits are going to improve ,
Outside early with the dew to stay smooth ,
and that’s like wise ,
to the point of what I do ,
The over lord see's our leads ,
Even if you give money ,
To god it’s a raggedy deed ,
be happy when we make things ,
let us craft a scene ,
So ,
In that we can’t speed to free-dom ,
every day we’re approached by genius de-mons ,
In gene hospitals their seeds get re-done ,
While we’re feinds that dyin ,
and needlessly seek-crumbs ,
uh ,

What I've begun, it's something sort of wild, ain't it?
Running for miles, got another one since the style, faded.
But that's the objective, right?
My descent was awhile, but it came. Black clouds forming,
opposite style, see me smile, in the rain.
Don't touch that dial, it's the same.
Hold for the pound, told you clowns who complain...
Chained down, but still remain proud, of the game.
Don't mean to burst your bubble.
The end of the spectrum, putting kids into a world of trouble.
That fame won't get your girl to love you.
Nor could it explain their initial intent, feel your heart break...
against the porcelain floor, feel like your feet is sinking, in the cement.
Where did all those wonderful ideas go...
Of you taking up your passions when your family didn't believe it so?
Passion is nothing without commitment, even the dreamers know
That sentiment is seamless with the idea of being whole.
Don't wish for the empty platitudes to feed your soul.
Lying on a death bed, sticking lies inside of your breathing hole.
I got verses for every day, even if it changes...
I know you see me as dangerous, but, to me, that is baseless, because
I was 20 yrs old as well, n' had my take of recreational drugs
Before I sobered up n' told myself I'd do away with that buzz
A fortitude of solid steel... we're all just hamsters
running, on a wheel... virtual reality, our own reality's not as real.
Man, you can play me your favorite song...
And try to evoke the same lost emotions that you've preyed upon.
When your strengths feel like weaknesses...
Attempting to find your peace, inside of an echo chamber
of rising sheep... right in front of your eyes, as you try to sleep.
Hopefully you'll dream of a revolution...
Fists in the air, you're here for retribution.
But scared, respect, cause losing is a lesson for motivation..
Your goals are much more meaningful to you if you go n' chase it...
The eternal struggle of learning troubles...
Trying to imagine the feeling... the same one the oligarchs had
of you, kneeling. But little did they know...
- you would grab for the ceiling... watch the perspective, tilt...
Selfless, still apart of your agenda, even if you beat up yourself, with guilt.

You can watch perspectives tilt...
Individuality’s a concept a collective built.
Justice is a venom which a medic spilt.
Truth is a blade with no protective hilt.
When the wreckage rests in silt, and last words bubble to the surface,
Causing ever bigger ripples that we struggle to interpret.
...Is all the trouble even worth it?
To rebuild or just adjust to brush the dust from rubble and preserve it?

Brush off the dust, preserve it,
That's what I did to my ex because the slut deserved it,
D-servin (pause) I sell dextroamphetamine, stay where the meds are,
Old police whip, keep my revs in the red part,
Hit me on my beeper, I'll drop it in ten star,
Turn up like FedEx for Dex in an ex-fed car,
V5 so I can lose a piston then still drive,
Fortunate, cuz I like to get pissed n then still drive,
Had a lot of rides, I tend to get wiped n crash em,
Because it's hard work keepin up with 20 miles per gallon,
They like the fashion, see me steppin in places, wearing hi tops with enameled wire instead of regular laces,
Yolk on the outsoles, shells on the bases,
They try crack a joke n end up with egg on their faces,
Think the Klan's bad, wait til you see extra terrestrial racists,
You've seen manga porn, you know how bad tentacle rape is,
Although I can't wait til each leader of an American state is getting screwed by interstellar rule & protesting against it

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Brush off the dust, preserve it,
That's what I did to my ex because the slut deserved it,
D-servin (pause) I sell dextroamphetamine, stay where the meds are,
Old police whip, keep my revs in the red part,
Hit me on my beeper, I'll drop it in ten star,
Turn up like FedEx for Dex in an ex-fed car,
V5 so I can lose a piston then still drive,
Fortunate, cuz I like to get pissed n then still drive,
Had a lot of rides, I tend to get wiped n crash em,
Because it's hard work keepin up with 20 miles per gallon,
They like the fashion, see me steppin in places, wearing hi tops with enameled wire instead of regular laces,
Yolk on the outsoles, shells on the bases,
They try crack a joke n end up with egg on their faces,
Think the Klan's bad, wait til you see extra terrestrial racists,
You've seen manga porn, you know how bad tentacle rape is,
Although I can't wait til each leader of an American state is getting screwed by interstellar rule & protesting against it

I run on the bases of my crew ,
Watchin some violators stitch up some dudes on the news ,
My oozie is long ,
Views of a veitcong ,
while I'm livin in a country of the evil spawns ,
I'm demarco with the guns ,
I need two hands for this shotty to run ,
shoot at em then I go ,
Isis dude gettin hit up ,
his name was Iago ,
I was stuck in the prison writin rap bars ,
Get you stuck with a knife to the point it won't scar ,
I'm ghetto ,
Ridin in cars worth five large ,
Buyin Avirex coats with a credit signed card ,
Soldiers put on ya vests,
you better keep em on OK? ,
Day or night ,
Dethrone a don with a blast to his face ,
Shoot em with the guage ,
and leave his thinkin skills on the ground where his conscious lays ,
Dire deeds showin ,
mistified wit the musket shots ,
Bomb the spot with the endin of a colonal mustard plot ,
Break the shackles ,
Brick the rocks at a rate that can up heave the block ,
5 inches rolled in the house so I can get high on the mark ,
Cold shoulders are given ,
No forgiveness for unfortunate killers ,
Hills for the rich ,
Graves for the haters that I deal with

Soon to be cautioned for my offense ,
The bosses couldn't conclude one of my spots ,
I'd bruise the opposition ,
With ruge's at the brink of your inquisition ,
I broke into the rap tavern with black double pistols ,
and burned the house up with my modern bomb mentals ,
I surge in the spot with eletricity in my fist ,
Shockin the world with the mist of my spits ,
Gravity got you held down ,
But when the water is hell bound ,
you goin need a whole ocean to liquify your well grounds ,
Now I got your whole organization felt out ,
I burn with the desire of Ares ,
The God of War ,
even if your goons is militant ,
I'd still abuse your family ,
Cat's can't compare to me ,
with a noose to their neck ,
Red britches for a colorful death ,
and have the remorse of a angel in the course of a wreck ,
I smite the filthy with a Mexican tech ,
and take their wives hostage with two hands on their breasts

East side cats know I'm gettin dough with a Christ Cross on my chain froze ,
I'm milkin the rap businesses ends for my shows ,
The fans go wild in the streets when I flow ,
2 V's on 30's ridin down the lane slow ,
Shootin techs ,
Watchin the chamber drain low ,
I got those jasper cuts ,
try to take that and we'll slash you up ,
Or blast you up with this bullet matter I buck ,
We go in the studio then I drop rhymes ,
got money showin up in my bank account all the time ,
Diamonds rocked like a drink of burbon ,
my neck got a chain now they wordless ,
Blue sapphires sittin on the wrists of my servants ,
Gettin three-sixty kits for fixin my waves with a turban ,
Murders happen in the ghetto
and you cat's is the victims ,
My denaro long like a scientists words in his diction ,
Brotha’s on the corner get caught and do a sentence ,
all over the drugs ,
tryin to see seven digits ,
Rappers want two or three comma's ,
For that cash you'll see llama's , , (2 pauses)
and double nines shown in the night means drama

Wow, your neck’s got a chain Soar?
Til I come through, then your neck gets a chainsaw.
When I rev that shit up, sounding like Bane’s snore.
Corny ass, I’ll dump your corpse in a grain store.
Say more, I’ll leave your windpipe severed through...
As your bloodstream like your dumb schemes, goes from red to blue.
It ain’t about the high, but I really like the smell of glue.
I sprinkle crystal meth in stew. I was baptised in special brew.
There’s not a lot that’s left to do...
Crying on my deathbed coz I’ll never get to pet a gnu.
I went through hell, just to check the pleasant views.
Heaven’s through, angels choked out by our stench and fumes.
I jizzed in the abyss, then god and the devil grew.
I record rap verses inside of confession booths.
Made my sins sound so dope that even the Rev approved.
I give speeches in school halls and advocate ket abuse.
Speaking of ket abuse... when I need to get a boost, I wear a pantomime horse suit and get vets confused.

Virb your always havin fun aren't you? lol...

Speaking of my neck wear ,
you wanna take it off with a chain saw? ,
Go head ,
I keep lava weapons ,
For your stale uncomprehensible flows ,
the drama's lettin ,
If I rapped like you ,
I'd be an old man with a whirl in his aim ,
Your intelligent ,
but can't stand with Soar Kaid ,
You illiterate man ,
If I even thought of reckless criminal intent ,
I'd cause your death by my mental instinct increments ,
You must be snorin ,
Cuz what you typin is always borin ,
I'll have you sent from the world to where the lord is ,
This is my ,
Fly retortion ,
Murder ya ,
Tell the doctor put the stethoscope on your organs

I rate organs, yano the Hammond reggae sorts,
I turned veggie 4 years ago, I miss ham and reggae sauce,
I miss bacon, these substitutes taste different,
But pigs are too cool to die don't get the tale twisted,
I got myself fucked thinkin I was a tough guy,
Saw I was listed on cypher alumni,
Queue jumpin with a blade n ink - tryin to cut lines,
Passed out n only got as far with writing as "THUG LI",
Now I need a backstory if someone tries to belittle me,
I could say "I don't give an F, the rest is a mystery",
Maybe I'll tell em I got Chinese family history,
Or say I really am Pac, with an iron deficiency

I feel your pain cuz. I like the reggae sauce and I miss the bacon.
If they think those vegan rashers taste the same their shit’s mistaken.
Imagine... all the spliffs are taken, so instead I try to lick Jamaicans.
It just ain’t the same bro.
There used to be a nice maple slice made by Waitrose.
They taste pretty great yo, the ones that I rate most.
Then they stopped selling them, with nothing else to replace those.
Sainsburys did a vegebacon rasher that came close, but it ain’t smoked, it was pretty inconvenient coz it came froze. Had to defrost those shits first. Fucking nuisance.

Secret Dimension Slasher Style at X 5

I'm shootin missles the size of a buildin ,
and hittin the firmament ceilin ,
I juke slugs thats velocity is fast enough to demolish hell ,
I'm ringin atmospheric bells ,
Its like a trumpet sounding from the shot of the shells ,
I always kill from the fifth dimension ,
To the third dimension with bullets that hit your intentions ,
David builds with a power out of your league ,
Till I’m faulting your womans uteris and her seed ,
My mentals guides birds to my finger tips ,
I’ll Have you knockin on heavens door for your foul penmanship ,
People trippin off of my magic on their minds ,
I walk with a Five Ex gravitated step on my grind ,
I’m livin eternally ,
while your dying internally ,
You can’t trap my soul in a cube ,
so you aint hurtin me ,
I come from a place of ash and atomic smoke ,
I carry weapons that eat molecules up ,
so guard your pope

I stole the wheels off the pope mobile,
Old school when I hash it out like golden seal,
Europe, Brexit, you no the deal,
Lockdown had me inside so long bro for real,
If I fall asleep with the light on my shoulders peel,
Eating 'is there anything in the bottom of the toaster' meals,
I used to have these bitches walkin odd like broken heels,
Dear government, do you know how bad a month long boner feels?

...

I don't know, cause still I'm holding a big boned chick, like Jonah Hill.
Roll her over the sofa, 'till I can give her a kosher meal
For five bucks, anything more, to me, would be overkill.
I mean, even if she just cut her calories, back
And we had some kind of meter in which to tally the fat...
It'd make it so much better, to fuck... need a tractor trailer, hoisted to rigs
For getting her up... but I feel like, even that scenario, is never enough...
Like damn, how big could you be?
Rolls more than Samuel L, going through the locked panels
to get her some Cheetos, see her hand full of well...
orchestrated crumbs. It hit me, I'd need....
A doctor to tell her to stop, for the better...
Our unhealthy love for food is what got us together, but I'm getting
tired of having to wash day old pasta off of her sweater
Or making her a salad - that - defeats the purpose, because...
It is toppled, in cheddar.
The foundation she's walking on top of, gets pressured
And buckles often, I get ta' zoning permit to stop it, n' then I...
lock it so her body, can enter. She wasn't such a blob when I met her
But I probably never thought she'd be the size of a lobby in a hospital center!
Man, where does the time go?
I know: not where you want it to be, cause honestly we..
Done more bobbing and weaving in the bedroom, than Muhammad Ali.
However, she'll lose the weight one day; I just got-ta believe
- it will happen, or added oxygen to breathe in a mask, and
rekindle with scented candles to 'feed' the attraction...

It’s sick when I feed the attraction; bulimic reaction.
My dick like my previous mansion; egregious expansion.
You ain’t seen me in action...
When I bust a nut it’s in need of a klaxon.
I could walk in arenas at random and leave with a fandom.
I beefed with Zeus, held Athena to ransom.
I do shit, then make up reasons at random and it seems that I planned em.
I roll deep on street with the reaper and mandem. I’m a leader like Manson.
I ain’t even believe in compassion. between my temples, cathedrals and sanctums. a mind so sick even demons abandoned.

Believe in the canon, it seems almost like a guarantee I can hand 'em
anything and they'll read it, attest to it unless they can see what I'm branding...
And it's nothing like you've seen before.
Big glasses, like MC Gusto in CB4. Fly as fuck, the fuck do I need ceilings for?
Up so high, "I" don't even see the floor.
Scott Pilgrim style, it's time to look at my demon form.
That's Nega, for the uninitiated, stupid... pfft... GAWD.
Cut their hands off - now, give me MY APPLAUSE...
Giant gauze, wrapped around my head; I'm dead, but, defying laws.
Walking around with it, dangling off my shoulders, and then...
Grabbing a knife off of the countertop... holding it in
to my sides, whether you or down, or not. It's not a matter of how I got...
- this way, it's the proudness I exhibit at you clowns dismay
Raising hell, the fire driving the clouds, away...
With a Stern outlook at life, but I assure you, this isn't Howard's day.
As lewd as a man could get on a talk show, but a lot mo'.
- chauvinistic, that it's best you just turn it off, though.
However, I've done many things to piss off the skeptics,
Take for instance, this sentence. Spit with a vengeance - void of all resolve
When I'm given repentance... insidious phlegm, it's...
Accompanied by this visceral revving, inside of their ear. As I stare in their eyes,
and use their lies as a mirror to their lives, n' realize...
That I'm the guy that is driving their terror
Hail Mary's 50 times, cause I swear it's really just the sign of the era...
Declining in sensibility, yet, law abiding 'far as I am aware of
But not even health and modern science can see the minds any clearer
Now, diction, yea... that son of a bitch is a Pitbull, without a leash...
Sitting there for an hour, see how your mission is out of reach.
A pistol on each side, a 40. cal, at least.
Can turn any man to a howling beast.
Much like the prostitutes of Oldtown, as they prowl the streets...
There's an old proverb somewhere about counting your chickens, before they hatch.
But since I can't remember it, rest assured you'll be more relaxed.
A disciple of words with a rifle. A surge of energy.
Breaking down the rule of law, phonetically. So, let it be.
Brought to you, by the Letter B.
If you want to fuck a big bird, the key word is "Open Sesame". The rest of it, is just obscene.
Gosh. Even as a kid, I can remember all the sex I've seen.
Without the conversation of consent, which means it was never expressed to me!
At least, not in the way that it was meant to be.
But, I don't blame my mother for that, the idea of it came to me, eventually.
Anyways, I just wanna fill my heart with Jim Henson memes
He made the idea of fist-fucking puppets, LEGENDRY!
But that's for another people discussion.. if we can discuss it
as candidly as I am now, I'd imagine there'd be some steep repercussions.
Cause, that's taboo... in other words, slip it under the rug.
Don't penetrate the public consciousness, unless it's for a government plug
And even then, keep hush about it for whenever it comes
Since the truth is ugly, but, the liars speak in several tongues...

Secret Killer Author Style with flow

I'm a lock smith ,
the rhymes I spit locked up in the block pen ,
But I'mma rider ,
Close the lid of my acura and come find ya ,
I mean to be a menace on the court ,
Ballin with more interest than the sport ,
Cops is burdened for every day that I spray ,
They get worked every time I dash on em with the K ,
I’m brave ,
For a hundred grand I’ll put you away ,
Get payed ,
Can’t shrug that off with the amount that they gave ,
I’m cautioned not to kill a man in the light ,
A boss is sharp ,
Come to find out you gotta be more than bright ,
I’m like a Latin King ,
I’ll pull a sword in a fight ,
Blacks think when its beef ,
they rather hoard in the night ,
I’ll give you important advice ,
When the guns let off ,
Be absent ,
The ones that stay get lit up with the talons ,
You better change your direction from the wilders ,
On the other end of the violence ,
I’m choppin and not to be challenged

Gundam wing X Adventure Time X Rick and Morty style ... with flow.


Not to be challenged, the new flow, rocking your balance...
If we were in a logistics center right now, you'd be off of your pallets...
How proper, the style is walking around
It's evident. Said some shit last year n' they still don't get it, yet.
One day after Easter, behind the rock, and I resurrect.
X marks the spot, but, I don't think there's a treasure left...
Even if some diamonds are there, I'm mining for the fuck of it.
Get beat with a prosthetic leg until your crutches, split.
AND THEN you get the knuckles with an extra topping of punches
That's just for your lunch n' shit..
A parry of Boyka kicks to your ribs, I tell you to 'stomach' it...
But, your back can get it too, like it was asking, on some Oliver Twist.
Call 'em a bitch off of pure compulsion alone, if y'all wanna diss.
Went to Oxford n' pitched them a pilot, to see if that college, exists.
No, I pitched them a pilot...
Took him right out of the plane n' then I slipped him inside it.
I'm trying to clean up my act, so this rap has a sliver of violence.
Seriously why my verses are met with insidious silence.
Couldn't possibly be Martin Baschir mocking me, for being
at the top of a tree. Walking on air; I suffer that Christopher Walken disease.
I said 'bless you', but, I'm not gonna sneeze.
It's the Shyning, I must have stopped in Belize.
No snitching, I don't talk to police. Nor paparazzi for that matter, yo!
My decline from the public eye, was gradual.
I just left it all behind because I didn't need to meet a status quo!
I'm not your average joe. Cinderella Man - I'm doing the ballad, whole.
So, when this pandemic is done?
You can thank me, because I'm putting an end to its run.
Yeah! MASKS BE DAMNED...
Stick the vaccine inside of my veins, then beat your ass with the free hand.
That's a guarantee. Ain't no way you're gonna sit here, and try to embarrass me.
Fearless, as Michel Zecler, walking a Paris street.
Mask-less, rocking a pair of cleats.
A derelict of the Rap Olympics, so don't act pretentious. They don't have their facts, cause they LACK DIMENSIONS.
Oh, and I had to mention.
I ain't gonna back - I am past ascension.
Ya know what they say? You're as good a use toilet roll, so, just throw it away.
24 hours is only a day.
So why waste your time on a forum board when they don't wanna play?
You know, there's a lesson somewhere in that, it's just muddled in words...
Grab life but it's little bunny ears, if you can summon the courage.
Or, ya know, don't? Funny, you nerds exercise your freedom of speech
When you come as a tourist... which is funny, because,
I'm the only one to explore it...
Kaid got so many flows, I wish I could have.
I gotta stick to this pad, it's interesting that... I have so many transitions when I finish a rap.
But I do it, key style, so I feel there's only minutes, to act...
Diminishing returns, the menace is back.
And it's a fact I'd be a cerebral as Professor X,
tapping into the brightest minds... natural science. the 18K gold Midas, finds.
The pile of body that Leonidas, climbs.
To topple a Persian empire; you'd have to know these are trying times.
How could you not?
Extracting water out of a rock, then cracking it to pieces so that I can grow a flower, on top.
Then, watch it bloom... in a doctored room.
Raps Anti-Monitor slash Doctor Doom.
Sounding off once the Doomsday clock, hits noon.

And I refuse to watch the news...
Unless it is without bias.
Yeah, and pigs can fly, and there will be no White House riots.
Pfft, hands in my pocket - I'm a casual bloke.
Walking on water, anything else is for the gravity folk.
In my young lad days, I dabbled in coke.
Then, someone opened my mind to Pepsi, so, I tried them both.
The owner of PepsiCo got mad, and the end result burned, inside my throat.
It wasn't pleasant, I was traumatized.
The look in my momma's eyes, as I was on that hospital bed
Wondering the adverse effect on a lot of lives
And it hit me, I'd run a campaign that'd run against those corporations.
Yeah. I was the one that taught Anakin how the Force Awakens.
However, after the Empire Strikes back, my entire core was shaken.
Ended up taking acid that day and entered a forest, naked.
Whether my teaching, or that - I don't know one of the two was more abrasive.
The attitude in which Mark Hamill exhibited is likened to tentacle-like fornication!
Ugh, so anyways, back to the plot.
I lied about the first two lines - I don't actually know if it happened, or not.
But, if you asked what I thought. I'd probably cross my arms
And tell you back that you're asking a lot.
I seriously just look at online raps as a path, to the top... of mediocrity.
You see them talk to me, and I ignore it. However, it's easy property.
Consider Rapbattle's a free monopoly, and I'm setting estate.
Like, I don't know how many people visit this site.
But I think we're the only ones given this life.
Considering this board's been around for decades - it's pretty interesting, right?
Username, a bunch of random dudes adding to the flame.
Only wondering what you could gain?
Oh, blame it on the outside influence, trying to do this
without cultural bias is given rise, to the students.
So I am the newest edition to the enterprise, where business has moved online
so, people don't buy any units.
They just stream it to try, while major labels increase supply of their music.
I mean, if it's viable, use it. Why wouldn't you?
The truth never moved a sale, but, the lies couldn't, too.
You're steady trying to balance that double edged sword and cut your hands.
Indie distribution's the closest solution
To owning your tools, and molding the blueprints.
You'll be rolling in crazy dough! Don't need to make songs for the radio, so, away we go!
To the capital, break the code.
It's ancient civilization, yo! I swear it's the system's away to restrain your soul!

They tryna see your soul restrained, a colder flame, coals in rain.
I’ve seen the leaders go insane from ergot off of stolen grain
And salt all of their own domains so nothing ever grows again.
They killing off what hopes remain and arguing who’s most to blame.
Cable tv feeds like IVs, opiating voters veins, truth’s just how a slogan’s framed,
If two folk wanna fight because they’re different, then they’re both the same.
If I ain’t make a potent claim I’ll just shut up and quote the slain,
As politicians tryna spread their lies quicker than covid strains.

I too wonder what they're moving in such a faggoty motion for,
But in fairness, it's not like they have hindsight to let them know the score,
Man, if only some place like China had recently dealt with Corona or there'd been an outbreak of Spanish flu 100 years ago after a global war,
I know I've got 2 external eyes, I've seen em both before,
(Excluding the japs and brown hole of course)
And the fact that the distance around my dome is more or less the same as my feet from heel to toe supports the etymologic premise of where the soul is sourced,
I found a cheat code to life most don't know at all,
No broken laws, just potent force;
I started wearing modestly priced briefs... Over shorts,
People think I'm retarded n help me, it's literally opened doors

The world is amongst us ,
In the glamour of the hustlers ,
In the streets of the busters ,
The people are still a blunder ,
I keep my conscious on my back ,
cuz of the times we're in ,
Along with my clothes with the diamond prints ,
I can't be too intelligent in this rap ,
Causing massive cat's to come and tell me its crack ,
But I have witnessed the business ,
The over worked masses due to penchance ,
I see the abominable laws fortify their jaws with a vengence ,
They're speaking on our death cuz its almost time for the endin ,
I'm anxiously awaiting along with my dependants for someone to condemn the crimes of a menace