Keystyle Cypher!

Shit's is effortless, now. I just step in this bitch like I never left
with the fresh kicks, looking like I'm the Fresh Prince...
of the forum, no justice or peace... or cuffing the beast.
Got the real estate, I jumped on the lease.
Bought up the property for a couple of G's.
Blessed, if you heard somebody sneeze, it was in your imagination
Cats are simply fabricating if they think they got it - I had to take it.
They had their pad, mistaken.
They were looking for mine... I'm the chef in this bitch, like Raekwon
I just cook up the lines.
Been practicing on the speedbag, now the hook is refined.
I throwing jabs instead of verbal punches if you rooks wanna rhyme
It's either a fist, or the wordplay.
You can have your choice, bird brain.
All your recognition's never deserved fame.
Talking to 'em live, like I'm Johnny Carson, no interview.
Transparent, they can catch both these hands, through the window view
of the limousine. See a silhouette of a fist
Coming out of that bitch, feel like a bomb exploded when it (kapow's!) on your lips.
Yeah, you'll see that shit, too.
And this is for all sizes, so, I'm sure it fits you.
Bare it all, like a bitch nude. I'm 5'10, but the ass kicking gonna be 6'2.
My attitude, can go from 0-60, like Rick Rude.
And that's for starters. I believe in Karma, I just don't believe
it could ever happen to me. The worse your karma is, the faster it'll be.
The faster I'll pile drive your ass through a table, like Dudley Boys.
With Dre's beats on, cause, I don't wanna hear that fucking noise.
Lot of wrestling puns. I be flexing it, son.
Doing all of my sets, into one. So, whoever come gets it, is done.
Finished. Finito. Looking through the fish-eyed peep hole
- of life. I did dirt, and I don't wanna give people advice.
One thing I can do, is speak on these rights
Cause they're like SOS signals for those that seek out the lights
My ammunition is unlimited. They know they can't finish this.
Cash under the table, no label, for several businesses.
Dirt on my fingernails, talking obligations
Got me favors for pushing illegal money, like office papers.
Yeah, imagine that. NO cap, it's official.
I'm back for the shit. World on my back, I can cause the axis, to shift.
Now, that's some legit cold blooded swag to boast.
Know that the swag braggadocios..
Enough swag to drag these boats with...
Flowing like water, ready to crash the oceans.
Build up the repertoire, though, I couldn't do it on past emotions.
They say they're real until they meet a man that's done it
Acting like they can handle it, they ain't even up to the manuscript.
Know the hump I got over, could make a camel spit.
Fire from the tip, got the candle lit, on the Amulet.
Indiana Jones jewels, so cool, they make you freeze.
Rats coming after the money, they almost taste the cheese.
I wanna place to seize, n' do my operations
... in private. They're so evasive, when they wish to eradicate what's inside it.
Dropping bombs on their asses, make 'em sit, n' chill.
It looks like this, can kill. Tailor-made, so, it fits the bill.
I make 'em bitches feel euphoric, when they're getting a shot.
They figured the dick was big, walked in, n' it was just like they thought.
Wrap it around their neck, until their out of breath.
Then fill up their stomach so much their organs will drown to death
the past king was omitted - this is the crown he left.
I may be from Canada, but I'm getting world renowned respect.
And STILL dropping bars that go over their heads
And they won't get the point of it, until the rosary's read.
You're supposed to be dead; check your pulse.
You don't feel the beat? You got people that are living, who don't have a meal to eat.
The shit I kick, charged it to the game. I got some real receipts.
Block medication, this remedy here, can heal the streets.

Man... you seriously 'bout to go again?
When I hold this pen... nothing stops me from going in...
Head first, feet later. I defeat haters.
The first leader of the new world; I don't need favors.
Scratch the skin off your face with giant cheese graters...
Light the Taj Mahal, make roaches out of the freebasers.
Speed racer, no animation to boot with it.
Truest when I do this, I'm hanging like there's a noose, to lift.
What kind of tool you hitch? What's in the back of your truck.
Egg heads, do nothing else besides cracking me up.
But get this, a bunch of squares in a box that I can watch, like it's Netflix.
I mean, to me, this is breakfast.
Pretty reckless attitude that I've had to cool
It came from many years of angst, bouncing the ball off of that padded room.
Still casual, just like you imagined it.
No pause, play with me dangerous, get your cabbage split.
If you lettuce, you can take a knee, like your Kaepernick
Anything to do with blacks, is just looked at as being activists.
Fuck being sambo, I won't reach in this hat for magic tricks
To busy being Catholics to realize that it's sacrilege.
Love all, right? I'd rather be hated...
Then to live in the world, they feel a white man has created
And I'm not racist in the slightest, I say it to say this
landscape didn't come from one man, but the backgrounds of many faces
From ancient relics to stadiums... as your prayers be.
To 3rd world countries where drinking water's a rarity
They feel it in the air, it's invariably clear that they're aware of me
And in fear of what's counteractive to their beliefs.
Sitting up here, talking into the podium on what they're scared to preach...
.. -to the rebellious youth; a generation out of the parents reach
Bicentennial man; it was all in the plan
To the last grain of humanity falls, in my hand
And I squeeze it, until it dissolves, in the sand
And I walk over it... can't find a deity to knock shoulders with.
I'm supposed to spit this poison cobra Costra Nostra shit.
Get a dose and overdose a bit
Fill your nose with corrosiveness, when it comes to this posting ish - yeah, I pose a risk.

I pop more bottles of chris that'll have me drunk and swerved ,
People talk trash about me ,
I start puttin trash on em like a neigborhood curb ,
Picture me not enterin the ghetto with a another friend ,
That would be harsh for my image ,
I'm not that innocent ,
Brick in my hand ,
Tips in my gun ,
Poppin first and the grip puts you inside of the gutter ,
Breakin silent from a shot by the time you can stutter ,
Its no other ,
Pollyin with tide sheets and a rubber ,
with ya mother ,
Puttin fresh scents of lime to the bed after I stuck her ,
Partial shorts ,
Rappin till I lurk with the deceased ,
Criminal deeds hit these soft cats ,
Kaid rips em with the piece ,
The magnificent dueler with the trey pound pointed west or east ,
Time lord in a crime spree with a tech to your seed ,
If you higher than me then its north ,
and I pop a shot at your porch ,
If she low like the south ,
Then I pop a shot in her mouth

Situations got me fazed ,
Gargantuan rays of sun fallin on the neighborhood ways ,
Evil people pitch guys for fun ,
Mesmorized by money and I supply the place that I come from ,
I'm movin my eye's to infrared vision ,
I hope to fall on a wish but criminal ties sends me to prison ,
I'm walkin on land that eats crude brotha's and spits out prisims ,
Just because of their first intrests , (interests)
I rolled for gains ,
On my right got a workman's name ,
I made mile stones heaped from words that I took from my brain ,
I’m on for the spiritual thought down to my game ,
Pieces of grains sent down the awesome machine gears ,
Heavy menace to society sent down to hit peers ,
Most writers aint seen my times ,
Crucifix real ill like a million rhymes ,
I’m instilled with a busy incline ,
Beatin most rappers to take up a rewind ,
Although there’s still silence ,
I hold the torch for a man to put forth ,
mission fixed up with the bricks plush ,
Brotha’s stuck in the trash ,
My fashion smooth as the wool on a cashmere jacket ,
Full metal vest on with a tidal chain over my back immaculate ,
I’m puttin up the meal for a feast of olives ,
I’ll never go to yale or Princeton or some other college ,
Forget those study problems ,
But I see deeply into the world of the wolves while they frolic

My final style... Probably my best ever...

I see the world in different species ,
Light and dark ,
Good and Evil ,
I won't fool all the people ,
I move in a discuse that makes me look dense ,
But my mind is extraordinarily wide like a trump fence ,
You cats can't imagine the words on my pape ,
I can't say them cuz it aint for rap to desiminate ,
I don't discriminate ,
Cuz its easier to get killed now that they upped hate ,
I've never been afraid ,
The cause of that is that my lively hood penetrates you ingrates ,
Words are power ,
I'm fortunate to have those in my repitaur ,
I seize my feelings in my raps like some kind of mega god ,
Or a souped up version of Optimus or Megatron ,
I'mma don ,
You should know I only move to impress ,
Now your stuck thinkin I'm foolin you like the beginning of this mess ,
Your in check...

Yeah. I guess I am.
Blessed to be doing this text, I am.
Exo-skeleton flesh, T-800 reprogramming, to flex my cans.
Uh. How do they look?
Can you see the vein? Vitaly, walking around, talking down on people who need to train.
He just spent 10 hours on Reddit; doesn't he seem insane?
If he can spend that long online, then only he's to blame.
Next to a window sill, spitting facts, in the freezing rain.
Howling at the moon, and to whomever heeds my name.
The X-23 mutant gene. "Marvel" at that.
Slicing vital nerves, to make it hard to react.
Just make sure, when you're reading each word, the bar is intact.
Commit a sin, to insure I tell Karma, she's whack.
Beg you pardon? Collecting egg cartons to balance, on spoons.
Figure Bag Mandela's gonna need a challenger, soon.
And I'm willing to admit, I'm a rookie now, since out of us two
He has literal tenure in egg-balancing moves, simply shit that I doubt I can do.
But, back in 2002, I was practicing for it
Back when, they use to ask what was cracking. I said my back-end support, and...
Didn't know what I was packing, so I pulled up to the track, and
had my shoes laced up for the day I'd finally pass 'em, and floor it.

If you “floor it”, you forfeit;
My ford whip’s in orbit.
I take short trips up shit’s creek in a warship.
I perform flips balancing ostrich eggs on a forklift.
I keep taking the mick like I’m tryna horde it.
I never pay attention, like I can’t afford it.
Hey if I “spent ten hours on Reddit”, I’d have read it all.
I tried to hold up a bank, but it was pretty fucking heavy, so I let it fall.
I’m on road rocking a pleasant shawl to hide a skeng and maul.
I disregard laws of physics, I go against the rules.
I think I must be turning nuts... I use a wrench to brawl.

Throwing bolts, right 'fore I Michael Jordan "clench" the ball
This mental wall is like Donald Trump, going through anti-Pence withdrawals
Speaking of Capitol, I don't need me a capital.
Fuck, my words are like capitals, lower cases, and vowels, too.
How'd you think I was pulling such foul moves
Put the money where my mouth is n' spit so much that the DOW, will lose.
A thousand views of me making How-To-Basic tutorials
with a carton of eggs, and power tools..
Enough soul power to pull the Trump love, out of Cruz.
And that's a lot of love to pull, which is why I mention it.
I mean, look at this pencil grip - it's really some suspenseful shit
Only matched by this hammer, I hold.
I drop it down, once, and then you watch the grammar, unfold.
USA - watching Canada, grow.
The revolution will be televised? I know it will be, because...
I am the man of the show... and as such, I'm demanding the role.
Or, now, hear me out?
I've been transparent all my life - what's there to be clear about?
Trump is shouting out fake news...
My momentum won't stop, because it's out of brake fluids...
Plus the reservoir is broke, so the ghost of rappers, escape through it.
But what's a man to do.
The feminization of hip hop, yeah, I can't stand it, too.
But here's a candid view not echoed by many.
Label whores make sure they can monetize, without you getting a penny.
And mask it as them, just being friendly.
You know, exposure and such.
The composer, a modern day Mozart, Beethoven and Bach.
- holding the brush. This Laurette would cause a poet, to blush.
No suspension of your belief is necessary - they got it covered.
It's a road... with a fork in the middle...
If they could support you a little, it would hit your soul.
But, they would rather maximize the greed...
There's capital to be had and revenue
And anything else they're attending to... you'll get diminished returns
And a percentage of any credit due... which is
all in your contract, if you actually read it through (you didn't)
I don't blame you; most people don't.
Shit's a joke. Normal citizens before the witnesses spoke.
They'd rather take the Nixon approach.
You're smiling, as they piss in your throats
And fill it up... over that 360 deal that is still witcha.
How's that affixed picture feeling in your back room?
You could sue, but what would that do?
You signed the dotted line, cause they asked you.
It's a game, just as they say it.
And you've been playing, ever since you were in day care.
It's all been made clear. You can say it like we would
the backroads, changed for Harvey Weinstein, in bath robes.
So, the people go where the cash goes.
Trade your soul for the day you'll grow. When inspiration has made you whole.
Trapped in your own autobiography - who will play the role?
Paved the road with bodies - you'll see it, once you can pay the toll.
Bravery? No. I'm still Learning to Fly, like David Grohl.
Still searching for my Nirvana, like Kurt Cobain, 'fore that brain explode.
Heisenberg of designing words... my, oh my,
was the lion served. Hit higher, a survivor of the messiah herd.
Cannon ball fire from the church organs, is what the choir, heard.
The same social pariah firm on getting DC to fire 'Heard
... from working on Aqua-man.
He's a half breed, that can walk on land. And that's only because he thought he can.
Fists flying, like minorities on an officers bodycam.
Catch forks to your grill faster than the build of the Maserati brand.
Me? I'm just fine with an an Audi, and, maybe a B-M-dub.
That's the only luxury that I need to love. Even if you got me a 2017, I would still eat it up.
I mean, 4 years removed for me, would be enough. If you clean it up
And give it a nice detail, you know what I mean?
Maybe a custom floor mat with an air freshener, to show that it's clean?
Roll down the windows for everybody when you go down the street
And maybe a nice honk to make the showdown, complete.
I don't know - where was I? Right, something about labels, and...
Them being greedy, it's the trojan horse...
The coliseum of the roman courts... in other words, a modern way you can go, with force.
Don't respond to your foes retorts... not even if he's trying to goad you...
You talk back, and that's the way they'll make society own you.
Misdirection and such, to question to bluff.
Extra pressure from the insubordinates, and the rest is enough
The guests you were cordial with.
The constituents who still went on their foreign trips, when COVID lockdowns were active.
If nobody's staying in, then, how the fuck do you track it?
How are big box stores open; telling you to put on a mask, then...
Leaders of the free world do what they want, on the backend.

The free world leaders are lethal trendsetters,
If they ain’t wear a mask, come see V’ for vendettas.
The people rent fetters, they ain’t want freedom.
Ey... What’s treason?
When the people finally riot... and it’s for the wrong reason.
When they storm the gates of hell... to support the top demon.
Either that or they’re just out for a damn fight.
They don’t like gas grenades? Aww, what a sad plight...
Those same cunts endorsed police brutality during protests for black rights.
Ah... Shite.
I load blow darts in panpipes.
I’m only rapper in the world that my Nan likes.
Wait, that’s not true, she thinks Bag’s hype.

You cat's shrinkin from the sight of my guns ,
Compared to my food you brotha's only eatin some crumbs ,
When its on ,
I'm poppin shots to you in your whips back glass ,
I'll smoke you before you can press ya foot on the gas ,
I'll blast when I load the clip with a bullet from the stash ,
Pull the trigger ,
The hammer hits the slug in a furious clash ,
So fast ,
So much accuracy with the speed of a flash ,
I hear the passenger scream while you bleed on the dash ,
its all copacetic ,
See’n death could make you epileptic ,
In your last breath ,
watchin me stand over you with the weapon ,
Shootin the Smith to the Wesson ,
that’ll end ya life in a second ,
Everybody will lose your high presence ,
When the shotty lets loose till your livin in devine heaven

What car you be driving? I like to keep mine revving...
Got a charming personality. I put it up there, beside Slevin.
Holier than my reverend. My rhymes bending the lines between...
Homer destroying history, by stepping into that time machine.
The brain the size of a lima bean.
And I hated the texture of that...
Make my stomach hurl, but I guess I am blessed to give back
to the pilgrimage. That fire-fighter in me, it still exists.
If you don't feel anything from the bottom up, you'll still feel a fist.
Forget the dean, been squeaky clean with the syllabus.
The Freddy Kreuger in me is rampant, know that I'm killing kids
If they ever 'keep dreaming', we even, but we're not balanced...
And if you got talents? I'd like to see 'em, because
-- they're not challenged. The top prowess is associated with the
crooked letter I. Everything that's been documented, is set aside.
The appropriation of my culture won't happen
I know you're getting by... off using it, it's ludicrous
if your threads, survive.
The scum of the earth, make Cronos feel the weight of it...
"Here comes a new challenger" -- y'all don't know who you're playing with.
The flow is watered down, because it's coming from the labyrinth
And they can't imagine it anymore with their tracking chips...
... in their head, it's disastrous.
Been the head; you'll get cracked to bits. You faction is destroyed, my boy
... this is a clash, of fighters.
Bred off the past survivors. No pacifiers for babies, crossing the path of tigers.
Torture chamber, grab the pliers n' pull a tooth.
Who they think they're walking on? Big Poppa Pump, when I step inside of that octagon.
Thoughts beyond radical, your average joe vs Atomic Blonde
I got a long caliber, like I'm Zero, at Comic Con.
Word... and that's brought to you by the letter of my name...
That's how I know there is general disdain
I said I'd go insane if they said I was elementary
I am, and, I can take you back to school, eventually.
My pencil be the dopest... it keeps me focused
On the target. It's hopeless.. every bar I approach with
... is gargantuan...

When I move its in a hooptie ,
When its on my dogs all ridin wit me ,
Slidin you cat's wit the right arm like Ken Griffy ,
You see the dust and wonder if Smokey made a demand ,
Mean while Chris Tucker is in rush hour with that dude Jackie Chan ,
You can smell me all the way to the bank ,
I'm shootin jays ballin cross overs ,
So I had to tuck in my chain ,
I work a man hard in the paint ,
My Jump shots is crucial like a joint out of the rap game ,
I'm on point ,
You see the valore that I wore ,
The clothes is banana's ,
and whats better I'm a savage on tour ,
I make that cash out of my own time ,
I Wrote lyrics that hide my smart side from my rhymes ,
I ride in a acura that my father bought me ,
My chick says its something that I should like proudly ,
Its astounding how many women I could hit ,
But my baby says ,
"You shouldn't be concerned with a trick" ,
I'mma heavy weight when I wanna be ,
but I'm not a wanna be ,
Good lord ,
I make my raps look more supreme than they seem ,
You people think yall smart ,
but my mentals take top flight and soar like a eagle or hawk ,
What you thought I would stop? ,
As a Matter of fact ,
I've only started pushin these weights to the top ,
You know I’m that boss ,
General fact in the east that I stay sweepin the streets ,
Pardon my junkie ways ,
Give me a marijuana card for my weed ,
Why can’t a man dream? ,
I'm Livin wit a shooter by my side like his name was Kareem

When we race ,
These cat's can't beat me ,
The gallardo's these rappers ride is on E ,
I'm stuntin harder than you ,
Jam the piece and see how it shoots backwards at fascist fools ,
Its time for me to rule ,
the jungle is awesome for its tree's that are smokeable ,
I am un-coachable ,
My cleats aint for runnin ,
their for pushin back ya top like convertibles ,
Take a sample of my recognition ,
And see that guys listen to the times and sedition ,
They're all stuck on hemp ,
In the house tryin to make it into a gym ,
I bring the hustle to a still ,
Money is what you should feel ,
I took losses ,
All the loans I got payed the bills ,
The guns is what I'm runnin for ,
The butter is harder to get ,
so I can't run wit whores ,
How many dudes is hard to dismiss in a hundred draw ,
I'm wearin Projek Jeans ,
In the pocket I hold cosmic cream ,
I ride in the streets wit lights that come on at dusk ,
Man I'm in a project dream

It's not obscene for me to come out the whip of my Model 3...
And then flex the self driving feature, inside the bitch, while I drop a key.
Nobody's stopping C. My moxie got this in my possession
... like an apostrophe, possibly as toxic as a cup of Bill Cosby's tea.
Now that the fox is free, they're playing possum, see
the fury of Clubber Lang's ammunition, like you're in Rocky 3.
Quite possibly more than Ivan Drago, when boxing Creed.
My fists are flying - catch shots, for free.
If you were sitting for it, this will lift you off your feet.
The ground, is obsolete.
Looking down on you nigga's. Word, to Apache Chief.
Man, I'm slapping wool from you flock of sheep, if you want this heat.
You can feel the burn. Melt your fucking face, with no real concern, 'till I fill this urn.
Ashes to ashes, and more ashes get scattered
over the sea. It's over, you'll see no emotions, or a rosary read.
I'm as cold as can be. My composure, is that of the universal soldier elites.
So really, homie - hold your critique.
As a matter fact, if I'm battle rapping - please, nobody speak.
About as desperate as Freeway, asking to throw on a beat.
I mean, at that point you might as well bow the fuck out, gracefully.
Or up the stakes, cause we frown upon the complacency.
We're looking for vacancies. You die, and that's when the rates increase.
So, I hope you follow the same faith as whatever Pastor Mase believes.
Mentor. What mentor? Nah, I'm hitting your mental cap.
Where this pencil at. I fuck your bitch, till her voice is hoarse, like a Centaur's half.
Like, "Censor that!" I'm X-RATED. Show up fashionably late, bitch, "I just made it".
On the cusp of intelligence, I develop each line, as it is thought.
Man, I cannot sit here, and just, cram in a lot
of perpetual motion... I got a camera shot of my opportunity...
Flocking to a beat. Dream snatcher; the dude to creep in the room you sleep.
Under your bed, remove your sheets, with my mind...
Your eyes will open, but before you can cry, I'm choking, until your entire spine, is broken.
Inside your throat, and... Keyser Soze your rhyming homies.
Yeah, I saw the limp turn to a perfect walk.
Same effect my rhyming has, when a verse is dropped.
Or, when your hearse is dropped
in the hole, while you're screaming inside, and I throw the dirt, on top.
"Beatrice, can you hear me?" Oh, well. I mean, it was worth a shot.
If you don't like my 300, suck on a Persian cock
While King Xerxes is jerking off in your empty shampoo bottle, n' putting it back, in your cabinet.
Nasty as Nastya Nass, shaking her ass for ya.
As for a... being subtle...yeah, I know what that screen capture's of.
I could make it out ever so slightly in the thumbnail caption, bruv.
And plus you got like 2 external hard drives you used, to back it up.
So, uh... anyways, back to the story.
Taxicab confessions of prostitutes naked, I'm guessing.
But, they pour there heart out on camera, so they can make a connection.
But really, how can you relate to their questions
When a large majority of them have an ass full of saline injections?
But, I guess that could be said of Instagram
The faces tell more of a story than those fuzzy filters can...
It's a slippery slope, so get you a rope.
Feel the sickle of death, when he's close. So, it's best that you know.
Most of us only have mere seconds to go.
It's scary, most of a die of fear off his presence, alone.
You hear the sickle rise, n' then you go home.
And it's unknown. They simply can't tell you when it's the end of your road
No more than they can tell you who your friends are, when your enemies, roam.
Your circle gets smaller, but, that epic body count?
Let's say the walls talk, but that kind of talk, is not allowed.
Imagine how my face glistened, when I saw the crown
Took it from the king, mid-flight, as he was falling down.
And sometimes, that's how it goes.
I sat on the throne, as the castle, opposed.
I said, "It was a life or death, and that's the path that he chose"
Now, I didn't expect the standing ovation you would see in a movie...
Put the shift of power, in that very moment, seemed so unruly.
But let's make it clear: I am here, and I don't need you to choose me.
When that loyalty dies, sometimes reverence supersedes it, unusually.
And that's when the pieces, fall.
But who will be there when the people call?
Perseverance, for when the power defeats us all.

I'm a proud owner of a whip that'll blaze all challengers ,
Got waves that'll get you lost in em like an islander ,
Speak offensively and I'mma have to show you the gun ,
I'm off the rocker ,
like ya grandpa gettin elderly checks by the month ,
I get it poppin like a tech ,
I promise you this rap is the best ,
I'll fold your body up like a algebra test ,
You cat's shook ,
You can't recover ,
try to end all the pain ,
Shoot the allegator on ya chest next to ya chain ,
I scoop up prada suits ,
I'm Writin prison bars in my rental coupe ,
I got this on lock ,
I don't do the crack abuse ,
I'm gamin these students ,
Like I came out of high school with a four point oh ,
Raps stuck on ya head like a 50 calibur ,
hear this soar joint flow ,
I make cats feel like their kinder ,
Switch their back to their front like I was changin a blinder ,
Do I need to remind ya ,
This rap got extra flavor like Applebury Cider

Check in the airbag carrier to see if there's survivors....
carriage cypher, pull you off the side, faster than Paris drivers.
My arrogance is only paralleled by my ability to not care it is...
So there it is, if you believe in love, you can get married, to these pair of fists..
"I now announce you husband and wife"...
I'm out all of love, so, fuck the advice.
If you don't catch both of these hands, then these knuckles, suffice.
Yeah, a couple of strikes - it'll be the side of a matchbox.
Military grade - I be shooting dice, like it's Black Ops.
Literally, shooting the dice. I pull my revolver out n then I line up the scope.
The crab players at the table ask if it's some kind of a joke.
"DO I LOOK LIKE I'M LAUGHING??!!!? ", I say, with serious conviction...
Then I burst out in a laugh, because it's only right that I carry tradition.
I live my life by the book, so there's some varying fiction
The lines that I write are a matrimony that is married, by diction.
Telepathically carrying eggs, attached to plastic spoons
While I ask 'em, "What's cracking, dude?" Outside of these Ostrich eggs that are hatching, soon.
Yeah, Inglorious bastards, whom come out like the Bear Jew
then start attacking you with a bat, you knew as soon as you seen his eyes
That your head would be bashed, in two.
Hans Landa; got a passion for this mic, as he did in catching Jews.
This rapture can change your Roman Catholic views.
So, kindly, shut the fuck up... and eat your vitamins.
Battle me if you wish to see this side, again.
Seems like history has just freed Leviathan.
Every key that I rhyme within is like a forest fire.
The encore, on par with Soar's desire.
To give you more, till this forum board, expires.
And eradicates the life in it, yet.
Let 'em know, I've been nice with this text.
I liken it to a Lycan, at best.
The North Viking; Thor, striking your chest, with Mjolnir
A shrinking trap door, cause, this is as tight as it gets.
Mass war, the Smell of Teen Spirit as Cobain's strumming his last chord.
You asked for it. Can't get 'past' it...
So, life is moving in 'Fast Forward'....
Garbage compactor, when I see that trash forming...
Paralleled to West when Yeezy's revenue shot right past Jordan's.
Ugh, that must have been tough to watch.
You simply can't fuck with the Juggernaut. You're bugging, like an FBI-cover operation...
You're outward person, huh. Not after I knock your face in...
- such an awkward placement, you wouldn't need doctors to tell that it's not adjacent.
A fucking dosage of Celph is worse than the COVID's inoculation
You'd have a better chance of Trump, swearing in Biden, at his inauguration
Then throwing hands, so, keep it shut for a second, ya dig?
My testicles are especially big, they have to put it next to a rig.
So, I guess the next question would be...
what's your girls pain threshold? Cause I'm-a deposit in her third party, and I ain't Escrow.
Yeah, the type of disrespect she's come to accept.
Which is far less then I'd need to get me under her dress.
If you wonder what's next, you're fucking clueless - yeah, Dionne and Cher.
I mean, I can draw you a picture or something, if it was not as clear.
I got her rear, perked out... fucking her, while we're on a chair.
Let's be honest, dear. I'm a head of your time, like a vehicle's model year.
Mannnn... if Bill Gates really wanted to put a chip in your neck.
He'd simply do it, cause you come off as a bitch, that'd give into requests.
Stop lying, bro. Do you really buy that sci fi shit?
Wearing a tinfoil hat, wondering where US is getting their oil at.
Throwing fits to your parents, because - deep down - you're a disloyal brat.
Doing everything that you can to avoid the fact...
That my bombs, on this board, are like the ones that destroyed IRAQ.
How are you in the hood? Nothing but sitting wood.
Your livestock, is looking more like diminished goods.
Catch a fist with the same impact of Greg the Barber's, when hitting Suge.
So many different hooks, It'll break fisherman records entered in Guinness book.
I'm back, y'all. With the toilet paper, on back haul.
And a scarecrow on my porch, because this shit right here? Is my last straw.
Either that, or, I'm Leatherface, with a hacksaw.
That's next to a pick, to make chandelier, from your glass jaw!
Whoa. Now, don't get offended....
You know I'm demented. I'm crazy. You know I won't end it.
Low and behold, ya know I'm going again, bitch.
Going out with a bang, C4 at the entrance. You go for it, and I'm blowing your fence, in.
Soak in the moment, Spongebob - it's about to get real.
I lived my life like a Gambit; the only question is, how do I deal?
having cold showers, until I come out of it, without the power to feel
This black cloud hanging over my head, attempting to rain, but, I doubt that it will.
Emotions range from sober, to hungover.
With the purity of a young Yoda. Nobody knows the mark of death, 'till it comes for ya.
With open arms. How can you know where the fire's brewing, with broke alarms?
And the enemy has your blokes, disarmed?
Shit is a destitute. No respects to whom takes your kindness and treats you like a receptacle.
With the vices they left you to. The effort in me
To change the perception they see, by altering the narrative
And showing you the rest of the screen.
They say your goals are only met in your dreams
Which is a detriment to your success, since it means they're stripping you of the identity
that makes us intellectual beings...
Telling them you're much more than they flesh that they see.
Just being the best you can be.
And take it as a message from me...
If you feel your special, believe in reaching to your potential, then leap
Until the glass ceiling is resting, beneath every step that you reach.

Yeah, egg cartons, upon egg cartons - I got it covered.
In order to carry it, I balance one egg, on top another.
Coach at ringside giving me advice like, "Don't drop it, brother"
Running with it, like Rick Peck holding TiVo, in Tropic Thunder.
I learned from the best.
My egg-game is on point, in any tournament stretch.
I do it so good when it's my turn, that I just burn through the rest
Of the competition. Egg on their faces, so, my pot is glistened.
I don't even got a kitchen, just a laptop, to balance my omelette dishes!
I won't crack under pressure!
I flip that bad-boy like a flapjack, inciting the flavor
to make up for what it's lacking, in texture.
Studied the culinary arts and learned everything, in half a semester.
Treating all of my Paula Dean egg recipes like a National Treasure

From my head to my legs, my senses detect,
A message that spread through interdimensional webs,
In my vessel I left the realm where I rest,
And it was so, there was indeed the mention of eggs,
Chameleonic thermal ecto-stealth,
Deep as the well in which tikki tembo fell,
And to find the one talking of eggs, yo Celph,
Thats got me thinkin we're all programs in an exoself,
How do you like your eggs in the morning, I like mine with salmonella while I catch up on the latest with the 'Ndrangheta, pissed off that these nations won't stand together to deal with the car bombing of Daphne Vella,
Everyone's got their theories; why was COVID done,
From killing and saving the old and young,
Some 5g bullshit, voting trump,
Truth is government power has slowly shrunk and these other crime groups have grown n won control that some would consider such a threat that the globe's begun to be overrun.
Could be worse, they could be Don Marino vs Rum

Calm, I mean, yo, this is fun.
Obviously, I can body a key.
Behind the curtains, you're working with the illuminati, for free.
Let's be honest, they're not as demonic as me.
The Daemon, aim on it, and leave
plasma over the marble floor. Because, I learned the art of war.
A man apart, but they're darting, more.
Life imitates art. Ignore, the fact they're back to the drawing board.
So, what does that tell you?
For the karma whores, there's nowhere to run.
Still at the port, with the formula 1.
I'm still at the point to where my boredom becomes postmortem, for some.
It's psychological, ain't it.
The Rorschach, in which the model, is painted.
On it, then faded from the etches of time.
Use the canvass for direction for when they step out of line...
But I'm guessing, they're looking at mirror reflections
so those projections, are fine.
But, not up to scale - sewn the fabric in the webbed design.
Trevor Reznik, know I'm still at my featherweight prime...
Stay ahead of the game for when I feel I'm getting behind
the framework, every letter confined in my aim, first
I let it fly like a plane, irks the leaders who try to usher the crowd...
Consumerism of art, to make the customer proud
Both my nuts plunge to the crowd, in epic fashion.
Enough to cause an allergic reaction, need the nurses
- with an oxygen mask, in emergency fashion.
Who do you know after this long, still dropping words with a passion....
In such precise form, you would swear it was surgical class, and...
Preserve in glass for the consortium of nerds could have grasped it....
Throw your work in the trash, your award would immediately turn into plastic.
Could I never heard of your classics.
Rightfully so, under the lights of the globe, they're mice, on the road.
TNT - I got a license to blow.
Pause. No, press play. You're just in time for the next game.
Said I'm on the road, fuck a tow, a load, or expressway.
I just paved the road to success, by flow and finesse.
It's cold, yo, ya know it's the Polar Express.
Vitaly, going to flex. He knows in this very moment, he gets
overtly obsessed about the fact they're not showing any reps.
But, don't be upset - it's natural, not like the progress.
Of me, moving in 4-Dimensional chess, while I'm walking, on objects.
Often, the nonsense gets to me - it's sensory, lossless
energy offsets the weight of the gift... so, in a way, they've been waiting for this.
Since the dawn of time. A lot of lying in the sun
To see the sign of civilization come to rise, in the slums.
To become an enterprise, into one. From the design, showing the mind
Having fun, pushing the standard.
If anything, they're really looking to gander.
Fighting for natural resources from their crooked commander.
And that was centuries ago, so they've eventually took home.
But anyways, what am I talking about?
Dropping it down with such momentum, that it got to give out.
So really, what they confidence 'bout?
'Cept being pompous, in now I'm knocking their style, like...
Ivan Drago, having Apollo, dogged in his mouth, and...
Rocky Balboa, holding on to that towel...
While Ms. Creed made a call, from the crowd...
Man, that shit was traumatizing...
And even Ivan Drago eyes when... he was staring at Rocky.
Arrogant. Cocky. It was apparent to me... that
As the commentators were staring at Creed... they made it clear
For those at home, who were scared, but still stared at their screen...
that you could persevere, since it's a part of the American dream
Went to Russia, to fight him, there. And didn't care, what it'd mean
For both countries, and united them enough to topple their fearless regime...
Yeah... fucking aye. That's a piece of movie cinema that is still tucked away
In my mind, and if I didn't have it - I'd tell you to go suck an egg.
Because that moment was important, to me.
To support whatever you go for, and see it through so that there's more to achieve.

When my fingers touch grass ,
I’m just tendin to the tips ,
I’m in a McLearran on the road fillin a trip ,
I create hood cement ,
Make crack to a brick ,
And I’m stackin em up ,
Flashin the six ,
I’m fightin you cat’s ,
Not yieldin for the controls ,
I’m court benchin ,
they'll soon bill me in parole ,
I’m gainin tries to guage the temp of the cold ,
and still trendin with the skills that I own ,
I'm on a roll

Drop that Dylan, Dylan, Dylan hot lava flow...
Coming out of the bathroom, decked out in 14k Prada robe.
Didn't even have a chance to take it off, before I shot a load...
She lost control, said she wasn't even able to get off her clothes.
So, I'd say that day had the desired effect.
Lying, in bed. Inspiring head - so high, that it can fly, in a jet.
Eating food off of her cooch, and haven't dine with her, yet.
Fine dining, I bet I get her spooning with me, like a kitchen appliances set.
They say cuddling is a lost art; I tend to agree.
You can be in bed and be getting head, but give credit
where credit is due... if she's a chicken head, it's no wonder
- she feels she's indebted, to you.
She wants that cheddar, for true. And she'll do anything to get it from you.
Stroke game is cocaine. Riding on the soul plane.
Got 'em speaking in code names, 'till I don't know what you folks saying...
So, how can I ok it? I can't. bow-legged chicks
Get to tapping your pockets, dry. They wanna feel if the guap's, inside.
You better have it; that's one way to seeing her toxic side.
Jason Genova, get doxed if I finding you talking that tough talk, online.
I mean if you're off of it, fine.
But not if you're inside of your office, I'm coming to your place
of work, wearing Nevada Game commission-regulated gloves, that say Boxing pride!
Right on the side... so that if you catch a right?
That will be it. There won't be no second fight.
Won't catch your second wind before I've already left the site.
Should've known the boy is freaking Dexter-like.
Bus your grapes, know I'm living that double-decker life.
Entrails, for the candle vigil. Pan am flight, with sepia-tone filters
Now, your death, is Instagram official.
6 feet, in your grave. Like, take 'em cameras witchu.
With all of these arms I got; I'll throw hands, with Vishnu.
You can stand for your rights, but let's see if you can stand for these hand cannon missiles.
Blaow... that's some cold shit.
Throw the whole d--k at some fine January Jones b--tch
Looking so thick. What to do with you.
I'm cool with you. Tell your stuck up neo noir friend, she can do this, too.

And that goes for everyone in your beauty crew...
Bend over, asking your girl, what can the booty do?
I'm looney tunes, and looking for all that smoke, rocking Hall & Oates
Said I want all that smoke, like the marijuana tote, from Bob Marley's throat...
This shit is straight circus freak crazy, riding that Carney's float...
Enough purple inside of this body suit to make Barney, broke.
Flashy - look at the Mandarin.
Seriously, catch at whiff at what they're handing him; he won't be able to stand, again.
Ole boy, public attire, playing the Mandolin.
Burning the midnight oil, but his loyalists are a fan of it
The manuscript, is ill. Lifting pills, from the cabinet.
Sitting still, but I'm panicking. It's surreal...
I feel, cause I get the chills, from this mannequin.
Looks like Anakin. If the room is quiet, he tells me, "I can omit the force... if I channel it."
And if I do, I can tell it was done by the scrambling...
- of radio frequencies, being put out there, by the management.
It's all a guise. See the waterworks dissolve for all of the balling eyes
In fear that their leader's there, to apologize.
The fallen skies make the moment more dramatic, in nature.
Analyzing, with paper, the foundation, causing the walls, to rise.
Asking me, what have I learned from my situation?
Aside from the picture placement, I've already said plenty. So, you can pick a statement.
Inside of Arkham - yeah, I've been a patient.
Playing 3D chess, like Kodak Black, with the administration.
Oh, my. Die a million deaths, of casualties.
That feels apt, for working part time your whole life, at Applebee's.
Still rocking "Tapout" graphic T's, while you ask to be
- promoted at your job. Acting passively, to the faculty.

I'm gone in a prius jumpin in front of the odds ,
You goin need to speed up if you ride wit the law ,
I wrote raps on my pad ,
My hands guide with the stroke ,
I don't do that cheap talk ,
or speak dumb like a joke ,
I size up the competition,
I wonder if my eyes are lyin ,
but I can see the look in ya face when you seen J Tyrant ,
Come roll with the felon ,
The streets will be what we be strollin on ,
It'll be me and my crew doin hits like a song

I walked on these streets with a wise mans ego ,
Performed on the net and the watchers called me a hero ,
Everyday I'm takin tests ,
Schoolin myself on the best ways to sit a ruger in my vest ,
I pay my dues with my checks ,
I invest ,
But heaven knows that I can't move as freely as birds ,
Sittin on the stair steps of the gates ,
the act gets on their nerves ,
I know that freedom is a hard thing to get ,
This messed up planet is just like the bottomless pit ,
I starved as a child ,
I don't want to go through that ever again ,
Panderin for jobs that'll give you next to nothin ,
they left my wallet thin ,
This year I'm goin wild ,
I'll pop my collar ,
now I'm proud ,
Left the past when I was outta money and a style

My style went out then came in again, page & a pen, plug in the NTK then I vent, maintainin the zen,
Wiser now since my youth days passed, Only fools stay gassed, but that fresh mown lawn smell only comes when 2 blades clash,
Fuck a wheel up I've only got time to be clockwise,
If ya got rhymes you can spit yours n I'll drop mine, turn this to a bomb site,
Actin loose in the ring you can get a knot tied n a box lined, fam I just dropped by for the long ride,
Smell of paradoxide - strong on my breath,
Harder than tryna wear socks on ya chest,
I hear their bitches can't get their rocks of unless there's a pic of me up on their oculus quest,
Shit's messy but whatever it's fine wi me though,
I'm picky pickin bitches but I like latino's,
I mean the kind that I wouldn't even wanna try to deepthroat cuz it might fuck up that spanish accent sayin "aye que rico",
I never liked the cheat codes, don't respect the frauds,
Check the wealthy to avenge the poor,
"I wanna play a game" music to my ears - set the score, real human heart beat in progressive chords, these droids just judge who scream loudest they got metal cores,
entry level force they're fit to get the doors, they call themselves 'whales' like that's some kind of defensive form but that presents the flaw that life is a beach they can't rest assured,
But you know what they say about fish in the sea - there's plenty more, the deeper it gets they deal with pressure more, and they smell of porn

Yeah there’s plenty more fish in the sea and they smell of porn?
I’mma tryna find a chick in fishnets and pet her prawn.
Call me Ishmael; fucked with Miss Wales, but that ship sailed and I left at dawn.
My exes all resemble Storm.
Mentioned ‘porn’... and I ain’t talking chess guardsmen;
my girl staring at the ceiling like the Beth Harmon of sex stardom.

I stand a real cat ,
Pause for the lord in the hat ,
I stay up for the military straps ,
gatted from front to back ,
I'm gone in 60 seconds when the you zee eye claps , (U.Z.I/uzi)
Your destiny is to lose to me ,
Who's to be the best when brotha's too confused to me ,
You look sharp until that knife gets chipped ,
I’m blowin shots at it till it aint action fit ,
You know the stones is on the streets ,
I’m supplyin work ,
Cuz Mickey D’s aint do you good at first ,
I’m out with the smith ,
Shootin in this game with the neighbors off the bench ,
I sell hood side ,
Shooters on the top of the key ,
Whats stopping them from hittin 3’s while I’m coachin wit the weed?

Diamonds won't get you far ,
Jewels will only make you feel like a con ,
It aint a positive for you for me to be out on bond ,
I keep it one hundred ,
And when the guage lets way ,
I'mma slump em ,
Call me James Bond cuz I'mma hot shot dumper ,
I'm Meta World Peace with the moves and the Jumper ,
Uh ,
Tetris bricks in my hands ,
Buildin a Fabolous and Cannibis rap deck ,
My flows disturbin ,
like Freddy Kruger puttin you kids in check ,
Slave away like Eddie Murphy in "Life" with your dreams supressed ,
I'm epitomized like Kobe Bryant is from his deadly plane wreck ,
I'm givin the law Crown Royal chases ,
In a McLearran ,
now their want to catch me is baseless ,
Leave you stuck in the sea ,
Pi ,
Fightin a tiger ,
Usin the grace of god his people were given to aspire ,
If you win the race in the water with the beast ,
Give yourself applause cuz "Cat's" at sea the play is the least ,
Capishe? ,
Your life might stop somethin like Deebo's on that nineteen , (covid-19)
Ceasing your time against the lord ,
Jehova witnesses could imagine or dream ,
I'm feelin higher than a Virgin Air line ,
Its ,
"the stewardess givin me chow" time ,
Run through you with some Akido that'll blow minds ,
Buildin on moves like a architect on the floor of a mine

Soar said it’s like the floor of a mine, and that’s straight legit.
When it comes to flaws of mine, you can ‘take your pick’.
It’s reflected in my angles, like a diamond’s light.
You ain’t exposing flaws of mine, but a diner-might.
Yeah I’m like architect of a mine, I could best The Rock,
And I’m always raising the roof when I’m getting props.
Been through depression’s depths a lot, but as I got higher the pressure dropped,
And since I was a minor I’ve yet to stop digging through crates in the record shops.

Silly shooters wanna draw on me ,
Look at the hype ,
I'll piece them ,
Leave em cold like a christmas tree on ice ,
I pole vault with olympians then I flip on the mic ,
That’s the reason I’m assured to let loose with the pipe ,
I'll put you right down to my sneaks ,
The first time I come in ,
I'm with a chick ,
We're a couple like steak with gin ,
I'm positively needed ,
Poppin seeds ,
Smokers fiendin for a joint just to heat it ,
Ninety nine times a junkie ,
But one problem aint the fact that I'm weeded ,
I'm drinkin juice ,
The only life to live is the high one ,
Gems at my house on my spouse ,
So I father diamonds ,
So fly ,
That I’m like an air plane when I glide on ,
I'm going hard with this pad that I write on ,
Like its going out of style like Air Jordan’s without the flight on

Its so sudden ,
Chips of the glass placed on top of the deck ,
My neck holds jewels hangin off my flesh ,
Negatives burn like a crashed jet ,
You know "mines" in the hood up to date like "Arab Jecks" , (Jecks/Projects)
I’m blowin cats away ,
The balls hangin from my hands ,
Gates close when I jump in the air for the jam ,
My chick checkin the dice on the rear view of my Lam ,
She used to rock climb on the arm rest of her luxury sedan , (rock climb/sniff crack)
Hoods know that its real ,
The juice runnin in my veins of steel ,
Tricks handle other tricks in the bing for feels ,
Block brotha’s against the door of the law get killed ,
My watch attached to my hand the frost wearer ,
Got the metal flyin at you from the Ox Bearer ,
That last car crash gave you log errors ,
King of the ring compete’n but my mixed moves box rarer

Exercising expression to bring my thoughts nearer
Been a fan of speaking my mind, since the Red Foxx era.
Talking so candidly, and to me, it's Anno Domini
Out of that lamb, if you're a fan of the Genie.
Kept it out of the safe because I know my family's greedy
If I died, they'd immediately have the plans, to proceed me
in estate. Psyche. I lied; that's only a few.
Ringing it in for all of those phony's who knew I had blood ties
inside a felonious crew...
Latching on to the dynasty they can mold me into.
And now, I got a stereo you won't need a Dolby, to view.
A Doberman to a pug, homie.
Valentine's day is coming, and I got the love on me.
Bumping "Hit 'em up", with the thug army. All of this purple haze, finna' bug Barnie.
Got a lot of bob's in this session, but there is one Marley...
"Charlie bit me!" hitting a mid life crisis, and I'm hardly fifty.
But kicking that butter until the jar, is empty.
Remember Jafar, from the show... lot of troubling woes
and conflicts, but consequence would see to it, that...
His character themes is more a reflection of how you'd react
To somebody else's Minstrel, since it's how society viewed the blacks...
Word... that's some shit that's too deep, to swim..
Lifeguard blows a whistle, as a peace to him. Saying, "Forget it, I ain't reaching in".
Go to confessional to beseech your sins.
Talk to the priest, and then you're in the streets, again.
Hit the ground, running. Thirstin Howl "Versatile" Drummond.
still the "Bad Guy" to Inc, like I'm Chael Sonning.
Out gunning my competition, as they're jumping over that uncompleted...
- wall, of Trump's. Got you into a corner, now. You are all a dunce.
I don't believe that Jackie Chan did all his stunts
Cause I watched the compilation, and I swear I only saw 'em, once.
Now, it's either he's convincing, or it's a ruse.
Got these kids confused, watching their TV screen, like they missed the news.
Sometimes, life is handing you lemons, and you don't get to choose.
So when it's running down your face, it's best you accept the juice.
Citric acid in your eyes, and now your letting loose
And using that vitriol as method to disinfect these dudes...
Bringing the chaos, like the World Class Wreckin' Cru..
Took the g off, moved the W, n' left the U.

And I expected that this would be my destitute
About as neutered as Hot97 having Funk Flex, removed.
Shit that I execute is just as rude as Rick was
in WCW, and no, I don't mean to trouble you
at all, but these balls, dunked in honeydew kind of funny, dude.
While running through a forest of beehives, trying to get these prongs, to move.
It's a blessing, then. See me, I'm resting in
the preliminary finals, splitting atoms, like it's the testament.
They don't wanna test it in any capacity, based on pass beliefs
Of the Catholics. Figure that'd be sacrilege.
I guess that's up to the well wishers, whenever they pass that bridge.
Drowning in the water of acid, wishing it's baptism, for the activists.
Act as if there's a difference, you're reading
The same long drawn out lines that before times couldn't agree with
Violence and terrorism as egregious as they deemed it's
Fallen son from the sky. When he died, they called him Jesus.
But, didn't apologize. Scribing on the wall, besides
ancient artifacts, bartering with the locals, now
Know the folks around here don't take kindly to the acclimation...
The previous leader lasted days, then got arrested, for tax evasion.
Word, and that's word to the mama
of the diatribe. Who they gonna call if it's I and I?
20/20 vision, I'm ride or die to the driver side window
- is mangled up, in my F-150 star-spangled truck.
Leaking fluids, on the side of the road.
Don't think I'll survive it by the time they arrive, with a tow.
Call it suicidal thoughts, cause, I was trying to go.
My superfluous nature of affirming my wayward beliefs
On people to make 'em believe some shit they would have never
- like a constantly fighting couple igniting hopes, to get together.
It's in the back of my mind, I'm still tackling with my demons...
I'm not gonna throw my side, nor will I hassle you for a reason.
My attitude, as of recent, is jacked up - automobile.
Throw the car from its heel, sell it off, maybe get off, with a wheel.
Arsenic feel, committing arson, I feel larceny.
Who they harping on. Let's see if I can make you feel as small as Kevin...
Once your Hart, is gone. This is the beat I'm marching to.
Giving out data, in binary - gotta parse it through.
Batman vibes from the get go; notice the Arkham cues.
Shots from the sitting position would make a Marksmen, lose.
Remember compartmentalizing sentiments, from the people
Checking on me. Thanks for the warming grace.
But your gratitude is more displaced, then anything.
Married to the game, got the ball and chain, and wedding ring.
Black on Black attire, I put that on everything.
Except where I'm chilling. Since 2002, I've been heralded as the perpetual villain.
Going up, so, I guess there's no ceiling.

But I bet it's thrilling.
Cold case, for whatever is left of it, chilling.
The depths that I go to.
Step in the pole booth, n' catch a reckon, like Goku
vs Android 20, so it's best that you don't move, unless you can hold true.
Yeah. Peanuts to elephants.
The exact comparison that I use to see to your relevance.
Remedial reading to exceed your feeble intelligence.
That we will need for you to even believe in proceeding this elegance.
Bombs over Bagdad; feel like it's covert op.
It ain't gonna stop. Compare me to Flava Flav, when he holds the clock.
There ain't no where for you go, with Taut.
Every path you know for the road, is blocked.
Feel like a barrage of bullets with these overloaded thoughts, my composure
is the Poster-boy, for exposing ops.
This is Over Watch. Watching over your shoulder...
Picking soldiers, off. You'll pay in blood, if you know the cost.
And if you don't? You ain't fitting in.
Hear the air projectiles by your ear, as they're whistling.
Stare at the vision of charred skies, and loud cries, from ruined villages
And full-tactical gear jarheads, raping and pillaging.
Get an icky feeling, when... you're in a country not of your own, and your people are killing kids.
Going against a dictatorship, stacked full of insurgents and militants
Getting flashbacks from your comfy luxury dealerships...
Requiem focus - the rest of them? Hopeless.
My magnum opus, in text, indexed for the folks who wish to step
- in the trenches, and notice...
The medallions, pinned to the wall. Don't give me a advice, fam...
I've been through it all. There's nothing they can teach me.
Win some, by the skin of my balls.
As I'm putting them into my drawers, and slipping on the fatigues.
Walking under barbwire obstacle courses
And crawling, in leaves. Fuck your sorry. No apologies, please.
Honestly, keys have always felt like a platonic release
of my problems, to keep me from being the person that I would obviously be.

I'm lockin the door to a huge mansion ,
My chicks gold necklace gettin looked at with a passion ,
Glidin like a jet ,
I'm so fly ,
Gettin money in a liquid flow but it stay dry ,
Hittin up the club with my woman after eight ,
Bar bell body fitness down to my waist ,
I’mma bridge to the other side ,
Society was wrong about me being in a troubled bind ,
Memories clash with me often ,
Random dudes rap cool but I do it without stoppin ,
I’m over the margin ,
that's in heaven ,
some where chillin in the tropics

I scold all MC's with a pen stroke that emits energy ,
Blisterin hits flamin out of hell without a broken chemistry ,
Destroyin bodies like a killer ,
too much time to be real wit ya ,
Vernacular strobin ,
Your dead in my refridgerator ,
Miller lights chill wit ya ,
I grab too many grips ,
your stratospheres in the mix ,
Hidin spirits up the stairs with a ghost ,
Two corroded guns spittin ashes out of the holes ,
Danger is a thought that lamborghini’s ride through ,
Get lit up ,
feelin like the house of pain of a Piru

I always thought ‘house of pain’ was a sex agency, or a french bakery.
Feds tasered me, but I guess it was meant playfully.
I got police sketch artists channeling Tex Avery.
Gotta give props to the place that I rep faithfully... no, only joking, I rep vagrancy.
I’m just hanging out, like wet drapery.
I’mma get paper, see... no, only joking, I’mma get papacy, and be the first pope to expose that god’s dead, blatantly, bled fatally... no, only joking, he left, hastily, and his set favour me for the fresh vacancy.
I’m on road and I step gracefully through the wrecked masonry.

I see my dude Celph Taut is alive and well

Mask on my face ,
Don't say I don't measure up ,
When the shots let way to your frame you better duck ,
You can't score in my goal ,
I never could let a chump ,
Your just a student on the ground ,
Take a lesson from my dunks , (dunks as in shoes)
Punk ,
I’m leasing me some shade to put you easy in the grave ,
I got that banana clip if you feel that your brave ,
Check the heat and the beatin for you that I saved ,
Make you drop to the pave and lay you easy on your nave ,
The ground screeches with the tires easily comin to a still ,
Get out and pop grills ,
I’ll spell out your losses and I aint concerned that you dropped bills ,
With you Bro's in the mix ,
I hate on yall for a thrill

I stay wise with my cheese in my pocket ,
I get more air than harden did wit the rockets ,
You better ease up bro ,
I know you don’t want no problems ,
I walk in the streets wit a nine like Silk the Shocka ,
My nikes catapult me when I go for a back flip ,
All you see is flashes when the mack spit ,
Shells’ll give you a spinal disease makin ya back split ,
And I’ll make sure the coffin is plush where ya back sits ,
I got a gift and I’m like a bird when its flyin ,
I’ll wipe away your tat tear next to ya eye lid ,
I’m ridin tough but I aint gridin wit sirens ,
Gully cats aint ready ,
yall need to stay quiet ,
I’m puttin bets on your head and consoling the buyers ,
look brotha ,
I’m on top like the flame on a lighter