Keystyle Cypher!

I’m in a lambo wit rims that got spinners ,
I can’t condone you if you don’t got respect ,
Cuz I’ll hit ya ,
Rich cat on a crotch rocket ,
Fourty fives from the pawn shop I cop often ,
Wit no problem ,
Spray your whip up ,
2pac ,
like who shot ya? ,
Lemon’s all in my mom’s fish ,
Goin to Long John’s livin it ,
with a AK ,
under my arm pits ,
Cat’s I swarm with ,
We hittin up stores and stealin Jordan shoes ,
I live life like a king I can’t afford to lose ,
I’m fortunate ,
I got what I’m supposed to get ,
I shine in a bolder whip ,
Stay cold wit it ,
Work on the strip ,
Go to the jeweler ,
and get a colder wrist ,
guidin the shots comin from the ghost I’m rollin in ,
uh ,
I’m hotter than parogies get ,
Think I pause wit the beef like I work at McDonalds? ,
Look ,
I drain shots in skulls like acid rain in a hollow ,
Judges gauge felonies on their seats ,
Soon as the focus off the jury the defense takes the heat ,
Cat’s try to son me like I can’t speak ,
Till I act five thirty four like my name was Memphis Bleek ,
Strangulation or Shots ,
You kill a man followin the code of the streets ,
Cat’s don’t plan to die ,
and that’s the code of the weak ,
If you shootin you better believe in your talent ,
Go to the pen a murderer after you knocked off the wildest

Designer tight. Iron Mike Tyson, license to spit fire
- right into your faces, again.
In butane cases. I've replaced it, with phlegm.
Tracing my lineage through the spaces, will cause the matrix, to bend...
The agents are then tasked with which data, to send...
Stoned faced, like Masonry, fend off a few cases, we
creatively finding out ways that we decimate your chi...
Break your fucking foot loose - that Kevin Bacon spree...
Face it, he don't know what it's like to be in complacency.
Word... n' back to the scheduled program.
Conan, carrying warrior heads, in both hands.
I could be stranded, n' still hydrated for many, a night.
Perennial light. Gentle giant. Remind the atmosphere of Lenny, from Mice...
- of men. Slice it in... -to the middle, then throw the hyphen in.
Fuel is always full in this bitch... no need for siphoning.
Cyphering all day, to project hallway types, who spend...
their days, on the stoop, till the city turns on the lights, again.
That's real talk. Mass appeal, for every meal, bought.
Hollywood Hogan heel, shock the crowd for every skill, brought
- to the masses. Too much classics break the seams.
But I'm woke, I don't stay in dreams.
So to say I'm a trained machine. The demigod of creative schemes.
Labor keeps on going until the Augean stable's clean.
Who fucking with me? You got teeth in your mouth that you will be lucky to keep
if you utter another word, night night punches put you fuckers to sleep!
Yeah, fuck being subtle, bitch.
I've become an asshole because of this. So I dare you to shoot,
cause I don't fucking miss.
Knuckles lift your spirits, like a guidance counselor.
I'm at your bridal shower, while your wife is hiding her cookies, like a private browser.
Nah, I'm a get it, either way.
We done played a nickle up in that slot, the shot like the meter maid.
You should've known Celph is a beast. Selfish with each punch he be throwing.
Fuck with the Omen. That's not something you are comfortable knowing.
Let alone, experiencing. My tier is akin to the shadow walker.
I battle proper. Y'all lambs to the slaughter.
Planning to harbor the foresight needed to take me on.
I hope you're a fan of the opera. Rocking flannel, I walk up
to the driver side of your car, knock on the window.
Pop the cartridge in, like you got a Nintendo.
You're heaving, try to catch your breath. You open the car door,
I let you take an extra step.
Wu said to Protect Ya Neck. I go for the head - that's word to Inspectah Deck!
I pop you in, like a decked cassette.
The Last Boy Scout - you blow your brains out, at the beginning.
There's too much rapture to live in
The final chapter is written backwards,
While the pastor is livid, mass attempts to seek out the chapel's forgiveness.
The apple, it glistens, with Adam & Eve.
Lying back, till they see a snake that's latched in the tree, before he asks 'em to eat it...
And that's the deceit to beget the wrath he received, after he seen it.
Word, but back to this genius.
After you read this, you feel the forces of nature
- proportionate to a God - run its course, on a paper.
The vital organs that play the... quantum orchestra...
of torturous labor... the vessel, providing this generation the source, to Omega.

Cold, so you know winter's right around the corner, no spherical view.
A generation ahead, don't need to ask what my parents would do.
Sick, a pathogen floating here, I'm a carrier, too.
Carrie 2, set the place on fire n' then bury the room!
You know I've been on fire; Ricky Bobby. I ain't here to assume.
It's embarrassing enough for me that they're comparing us two
There's too much of a difference there. Winner tier.
And them, staring in a mirror. Trying to look for something that isn't there.
Championing for your freedom, they are a liar.
They want a five alarm blaze but are in fear of the fire
I'm here, the desire to turn up and tear the empire
is forever growing, inside. I keep the moment alive
By showing that I am nothing to be trifled with.
Fuck her right in the pussy, after all, they always say "Life's a bitch".
And she's fucked a bunch of guys, so if you try to fuck her, you might get sick.
Play that back, I said I'm on fire whenever I write this shit.
Tyson with the rage, if you piss me off, then you might get hit.
It's simple mathematics, I'm on top of my game.
And this number 1 spot I have, is not gonna change.
I watched the exchange of hip hop, and walked in the flames
Grudge/Rock and Cobain. Feel the rush like a shot to your brain.
Uh. If I ever said something that pissed you off, then good.
That probably means you didn't drop like you should.
You got a lot of hype to your name, but
I see that your candle is dire. I'm still here, without any plans to retire.
Let's keep it a buck, the man for the job.
Y'all canvassing college campuses trying to handle the god.
You'll know its over when you see the people stand, and applaud.
You walk out of that infirmary, bandaged with gauze.
Filming your injury, but the camera's off.
Like I said, back when you would hear Rakim and Eric B.
There was me, paying my dues, ready to 'bare' the scene.

Come through gun blazing to your crib
Raise it to your head see the laser and your dead
Got a couple charges, I ain't saying to the feds
Know Haitian killers, plus some other killers with dreads
Roll up on you at the spot popping soon as the door open
Leave you slumped in your seat with your heart in the open
That's the textbook definition of a niggas emotions
My heart in an encased shell with every bish I get close with
Main chick hit the pocket dial shoewear is crocodile
Stocked to the max, more fresher than ya shopping aisle
Clean with it, mean fitted on with the brim low
Rolling dice and shooting shit up with my kinfolk
Call me the bully they be paying a fee
Outside on the corner said he gave me a ki
Break it down sell it back in the spot for a lot more
Coming through the trap pop the hinge off the locked door

Someone call the fire department cuz there's fire �� in the house.

I move with my wrestler cape on like super man ,
Cat’s live to do a hit ,
Kill your dogs in the can ,
I shook the slaves on the planet with my flows ,
They couldn’t get mad at the math that I code ,
I tried liftin up my ancestors from their graves ,
Amazed back to life but afraid ,
I’ll throw gatorate on my coach ,
I am an athlete ,
The skills in my league have peaked ,
Back to the streets ,
I ride with money ,
Pushin weight on my yacht ,
Cat’s can’t eat the food they got ,
When I put pressure on the pot ,
People stopped lovin the police ,
When blacks started dyin from the piece ,
The hall of fame is a mind state ,
Cuz I was makin shots way before my sign date

Legend has it, it's best not to make me irate..
3.16 - you step, n' then leave the scene, with the 'pie' face.
And, in my 'case'? Desperado, I'm packing.
El Mariachi, catch a shot, in methodical fashion.
This is Pablo's assassin.
Y'all have been asking for a body, and that's in poor taste, but
I got my OPS, swallowing acid.
Following that shit, y'all get your ass kicked, by me. I.V, all in your casket.
To add another nail to the coffin.
Tipping the scales, as they often misrepresent my stature.
Not another rapper, and you'll learn, if you fail to get off it.
Word, brought to you by the letter X.
Find your gold in the afterlife, if you 'treasure' death.
Which will be short-lived, cause I bring you back, with a resurrect.
Coming from all angles, even the sides they ain't measure, yet...
I'm not here, trying to push an agenda.
If you were smart, you'd look and surrender. Or, at least, try to make peace.
But, for your safety, do not stare into the eyes of the beast.
He isn't bounded by modern laws, or tied to a leash.
All I'm asking for is your silence, Capisce?
And your compliance. I cease being Mr. Nice guy, when...
They were following those fly-by trends. Moved from their apartments,
Came back into some high-rise ends... purchasing land...
Online merchants said fug' it, would only work for a grand...
And did by the books, through a commercial rebrand.
Don't fall for a theory. If you see a trend, call it out, clearly.
Follow O'Leary, and wish to be entrepreneurs
By creating different revenue streams, measuring your success
Don't even know what a gentlemen means...
Drowning yourself in expensive cologne, to help your esteem.
I wear the blood of my enemies to melt the regime.
I guess that means I now have an acquired taste.
Sitting by that artificial fireplace
...For your comfort, knowing the heat will never measure to my embrace.
The pastor, y'all. Every walk cracks through the Victorian era chapel walls..
Feel the wrath of a god, crush the ground underneath 'em, like stampeding mastodons...
For your initial perception...
One word rip through your henchmen.
Entrails on the menu. See what the top Hen do...
Give you the Ryu and Ken view.. Jim Carrey, can't lie, and says that the pen's blue.
Got your fashion sense from Dollar General...
Me, I'm as tall as a sentinel.
Me and your wife, doing cosplay as COVID medical... -grads
She rubs on my genitals.. with non-medical gloves, tells me it's one way to get the cold.

When I go to buy my gun I shoot the cashier , (oh!)
Then ask myself am I a real cat in the mirror ,
Cat's screamin at me after I steal they jewels , (huh)
A brotha wearin gold chains in the street is a fool ,
Pull out our knifes then we chisel them in a duel , (Duel!)
Get ready to take ya shoes before you can move ,
See you punks cry with tissues blockin ya nose , (uh)
Yall imagining the gun I got so ya scared to roam

I killed less suckas cuz my hands is cold ,
Heat em up with the glock ,
Magic stroll ,
List the hot chicks in my phone ,
Zoned ,
Writin long from my dome ,
20 songs with a gangstafied tone ,
Never looked down to the bottom from the top ,
Cuz fallin from the “chopper” is deadly like a “drop” , (double meaning, helicopter and gun)
Black rims on the white porshe so brotha’s is shocked ,
Give me your nose if you sniff all of my rocks ,
The Lakers need LeBron James ,
Spike Lee in those bleachers said “Things goin change” ,
A little bit later the king comes back with a bang ,
Slam dunk mentality ,
A hard poke rim rattling ,
I was never broke ,
I just never talked about my salary

Shit. Me neither, I was just talking about how it be.
Thanos rings on each finger. I had 'em shits, since 2003.
Brutally honest, so much so, to the Simon Cowell degree...
If you can't drown in this baptism water, then you can drown in keys!
I got a thousand of these....
I got the power, much more than what the router exceeds...
In the white house, rocking white-powdered fatigues.
Ready to talk to Biden. Oval office guidance.
Pulling troops back home, a bunch of walking privates.
Studying the frame work, while the Ivy League was off, in Finance.
Following the commonwealth, they're still shocked by the thoughtful highness.
You cannot define us. Money, hand over fist, with the top insiders.
The mind of the hottest rhymers.
Yes, a casual stroll. One hand on the ball, enough to shatter the globe.
Marching the leveled plain, with the gravity low.
So that they'll be woke. You reach this level? You may have you a stroke.
More keys for days - that's the approach.
I'm only here to leave you rappers, exposed... like X-ray vision.
You step inside my ring to box? Find it's paradoxical. That's the way that I'm slinging thots (thoughts)
Right at the moat, so you other so-called "Kings", can watch.
You're so 'right wing', you'll believe every thing on Fox.
Left wing? Broken off. Inside the propeller. A piece of it, goes across.
24 hours - no one will throw us 'off'.
All you motor-mouth's always asking what Hov's about...
Lost your little souls when you moved on out of Jehovah's house.
Got Mandarin rings, standing as King.
I'm at the Jukebox, chilling. Letting you amateurs, swing.
Live long enough to become the Villain, a somber feeling. I like it, though.
Said the blood of enemies sit on the tip of the pen, as I write this flow.
It's like this whole other feeling when you trap yourself with your own thoughts.
And drive yourself insane, just to be held up by the road blocks.
This is control, watch. Even if I don't see him, nigga, I throw shots.
And hope at least one catches 'em...
Then while he's bleeding out in the alleyway? I snatch his limb.
Other cats be looking like, "That is grim".
I'm morbid. Got a fascination for being a creative masochist.
This ass whooping, is passionate. But, you asked for it.
Ball spinning, on the tip of the rim. Goes around, before the momentum...
"Swishes" it in... look at the boy, with the ridiculous grin.
Open stock markets is where all of my interests has been.
Fire on all cylinders. Ya know, different revenue streams...
Living out the life that most of my enemies, dream.
What's fascinating about obtaining amounts you're losing
when you pay for your house? Having a sugar baby that will drain your accounts?
You onlyfan pirates. Talk is cheap. They can't ban silence.
If you ain't see it, open your damn eyelids.
The world gets to a point where it demands violence...
While I'm still rolling, I push the whip to a grand mileage.
My respect looms over them, like a teacher in school.
Sitting on a throne made out of crossbones, seated, to rule.

I tote guages like the grand son of a grand dad should ,
He was a killer livin hard had to stand off good ,
I ran in hoods under the liquor store signs ,
Chicks give them their heart ,
but mixed up bitter women cry ,
Went to jail ,
Got some money and a job ,
I ate vegetarian meals from the law ,
Came out and I’m not messin up again ,
Now I’m in the club ,
Text message my friends ,
Flaunted on the board walk by the water ,
Cold cockin the guage ,
When I drop cats its all slaughter ,
I blow away brotha’s when I blow my pasta ,
Hot cartridge ,
Show you how it feel when you hold da pasta ,
They gave it all they had when I told the rasta’s ,
Take your little punk partna’s and mold some monsta’s

Eating a can of ravioli, with some boiled lobsters
Marinating in sauce, we eat it up, like some OG mobsters.
Word, I know I'm a king.
Pen in each hand, and they told me to swing.
Writing across the board, man - I don't even think.
Manifest thoughts on a fly, and watch it flow into ink....
Then reaffirm my aspirations, while the historians are decoding the link.
It isn't that hard. In fact, it's simple.
But I'd rather be tight-lipped, than give you cats the info.
I see the bias. Read thee' alias. Ever since I was a teen
I rocked a T-shirt that said, "Free Tobias".
On planks, catch you walking by when you see the flyers.
Tell me what your lifelike, I told 'em, "It was like Mike"
Breaking down my regimen, while looking up to the zeitgeist.
Picture that - polaroid. Rocking corduroys...
- jeans, mean-mugging with the same maturity Lorde, deploys.
I'm back, man. Throwing 'em whack-ass raps, in the trash can.
Cars flying off into buildings. Yeah, I'm a Fast fan.
You're rocking with the best. Salute!
Every scheme I execute.... ill, f'real - the skill will electrocute.
Too ill, and that is just the truth.
Looking up, I done crushed the roof. Giving 'em evidence
every day - they don't trust the proof.
Could be tainted, I mean. I've been ill all my life,
rocking the alter with the satanic themes.
It ain't what it seems. Now-a-days, the run-aways go and stay with the fiends.
And become base heads themselves; you can't play the machines.
Indian health care system collapsing, people wait to be screened.
On borrowed time, 1000's die before they can take the vaccines
And here am I... smooth talker, like Jeremih.
A senior pilot, figure I'm very fly. Coming on my own...
Don't take lessons from the O' Leary guy.
Dudes coming at my regime, all teary-eyed. I'm not fallen for it.
A stalwart of the business, getting 'em all euphoric.
Looking for the right amount of C4 that I can bomb this board with.

Yeah. I'm on some shit that they can't match up to.
Look in the mirror, see the razor-edge attributes.
That's the truth. Walk in the Bank of America, snatch the loot.
Raps, rocking a hazard-suit, tracks completely collapse the booth.
This is a tug of war, with rugged cords.
I kept the buzz on boards with keys, and frees, feel like I'm juggling' swords.
My course of action is coming until they run for the hills.
Draconian mind-state, run the winter, then the summer, I'll chill.
They say you got to adapt, and I don't see problem with that.
If they don't like what they hear, it's cool. I'm gonna bomb 'em, with facts.
Not goin' relax. Why wait?
I said my mind state is so high, it'd make a 6'5 guy feel like he's 5'8.
They don't get to decide if they're stepping to I, my weapons will rise.
Was of the catholic faith, but now? Devoted to cutting my secular ties.
I'm on the stage, rocking. The crowd, they keep talking.
We be popping, no easy option. Silent killer, no Stephen Hawkings.
Tell you, proceed with caution. It's like you're removing the amulet...
When these keys be dropping. Yes, these Mandarin jewels...
And I'm a fan of the tools. Care to wager which ones I brandish or use?
I'm all for equal opportunity. Like shit, you can manage to choose.
Damn, I'm amused how they falter so easily.
These keys to me? Are exactly what I needed, so that I can free the beast.
Now I'm walking around like I'm trying to get away from the leash.
Their prey to the feast. Headphones in, thinking about what I'm gonna say to police.
Especially if I see Derek Chauvin's face.
Imagining how George felt. Man, I even know the place.
I'm making no mistakes. And I'm after the blood.
The master of grudges, painting a spectacular picture, if you pass me the brushes.
Kicking the key and showing the artwork, with masterful touches.
Telling you bastards that the rapture is coming, after the summit.
I got your casket, in public - it's gonna be a show.
I don't need to see these hoes. A pimp, to me, is easy dough.

Get the glock then stop ,
Shoot a slug to the block ,
Swish ,
Vegetables is my favorite dish ,
Hesitate in the hood back turned ,
Get ya back burned ,
Learn leeches are attack worms ,
Squeeze your ashes into an urn ,
Bingo ,
That’s an earn ,
Hands up I got the gun ,
Wild shots from the gun ,
Buzzer beater ,
I’m a beast feastin huntin cheetah

Holy Mexicans in the church ,
Prayin to jesus that the don doesn’t lurch ,
I’m brave internationally where the jets lurk ,
Flyin ,
Dimes blow me like a Mack ,
Luckily not in a hurst ,
by an STD ,
More money desperado’s kill you for the paper ,
In a hummer ,
No less than a V ,
Lookin devinair and studded ,
Junior misfit ,
I send the shots as a gift

This place is all ignorance ,
Cats think that their brains are dope ,
But their blind in anger when another cat hopes ,
Nope ,
I aint bein conscious ,
I could say some stuff that'll blow your mind ,
My moms DNA stole my mind ,
My fathers craziness made me see my stolen mind ,
I’m omnipotent in over looking ,
I see everything that your actions are cooking ,
I’m enlightened ,
But I’m sightless ,
Words are priceless ,
Theres no one on earth that can do what I do ,
I learn like a 5 year old child with a genius I.Q ,
But I’m not a genius ,
That’s the problem ,
Cuz I’m not 5 years old ,
You’d think the same of yourself if you were a genius , (I'm a genius but I'm not a genius...)
This place is cold ,
When I speak its like my spirit is upholstered on a stand ,
Rising to a lower number than infinity on my spectral hand ,
Some of my thoughts are off though ,
Like how to experience ,
Or human behaviors ,
Still tryin to figure out the study of the ancients ,
Since I can over look ,
I see all the non sense that yall did ,
Over looked splitted wigs ,
Cult dungeon pits and made sense of it ,
Using a world of technology that’s from year twenty ninety ,
I aint scared from sayin this ,
All that’s left for them to do is come and find me ,
But they can’t cuz I’m a god ,
I walk ,
I fly and I phase hard ,
Its like I’m lucy at 90 percent without the vagina or the tampon

You all walk. But I'm some where on a rise to infinity. There's no see'n me. Most of you will never fly, I'll never display that. None of you will ever phase. You all have no power. I'm not here to discourage you. I'm just here to make you see what I can't. But unfortunately, you'll never understand.

I take a breath ,
I enter the game in my stealth ,
Pullin out iron ,
Guns placed at ya throat ,
Blaze till you become a floatin ghost ,
I'm always tryin to build ,
A hustler at heart with the skills ,
Blow your frontal apart ,
Then aim the gun at your friend in the dark ,
I'mma marks men ,
Put the inf on ya chest ,
Take my choice then again ,
Pause ,
Take a shot of the hen ,
Crack buildin’s a past time ,
I’m inside cookin wit the glock 9 ,
Cakin the white ,
Around may field heights

Life's too short to spend an instant wasting
Time discussing it's duration
Day turns into night, on to the next corner,
Burkha to the knees, trilby n leg warmers,
Cardboard sign saying "God's love has got me through it",
It's a tough job, but damn, somebody's gotta do it,
It's real out here
I'm a solid-fluid prophet-druid, so misguided I'm vertically longituded,
I've raised self-concerns that it's convoluted but the reply came "sorry stupid there's nothing to it",
They're droppin truth if they say wisdom is free,
One of few things inexpensive but not considered as cheap,
I could tell you how utopian living's achieved,
but still don't know whether it's ethical to piss in the sea,
If a dolphin shit in my house it would initially seem suspicious to me,
Following which I'd find myself explicitly peeved,
*So I'd like to know your opinions please*
Relative to everything existing I'll be both living the dream and experiencing the sledgehammer misery scene,
I once had a go at the liquor n lean,
But before I leant back, the stripper was already hittin me clean

I’m ridin in a benz wit stock rims ,
That ride was freed from the shop when it opened ,
When I beef ,
The gun shoots chests with heat ,
Afterward the exposed breast is left without a teet ,
Grief ,
That’s what I give to the fullest ,
Its unlike shoota’s ,
Like Michael Jordan hidin the fact he had to ride wit the Bullets ,
You sniff it up like a crack fiend when its put on the block ,
The white chopped after I make it a rock ,
Wrap the blonde up in a stock ,
I have it in box ,
That’s what the dealers would say if they want it to pop

It's like some kind of miracle. Yeah, they saw it, in Taut.
Only time will tell when that spinning bottle, will stop.
And where the character will begin, inside the comical block.
I'm looking for when the problems cannot
attack me.
It doesn't seem likely, got me nodding a lot, but dozing out.
Slacked jawed. Hunched over a table, they tell me to 'close my mouth'.
And wait for the sun to rise, but I'm holding doubt.
All I see is overcast, on the way. Sleeping maybe 3 hours, a day.
Feeling wide awake, while employers decide my fate.
Punctuality is key, so why I do feel like I'm always arriving late?
Does personality really decide how the people perceive you?
Running on the hamster wheel of life to be seen as an equal?
I'll trade that for the hammock, and a cold beer.
And a bright day, at any time, to keep the road clear.
Plus I'm feeling weary, defeated.
Wish they could carry me, they barely retreated.
History is doomed - we ain't hear to repeat it.
Stop talking on the youngings, man.
They'll get you for an hundred grand, and that's more investment shit you don't understand.
Oldies, do the running and, try to justify
Shitting on the generation that's after, because they're on the gram.
Oh. And you're not on Facebook...
Spewing your theories? Your ever waving views from Fox News
With scruples to talk to, as your truth of it, varies?
What kid is flying the coup?
What can you provide for them, that society hasn't provided for you?
We're dying to be inside of the loop... Ain't it circling?
If it's coming back full circle, and there's nothing... what's the purpose, then?

Possibly working both sides of commercial trends...
The lies only begin long after the controversy, ends...
I don't want the contingency, or notoriety...
They don't wanna divide that pie, for me. I'd rather dine in...
Lower society, than have the big wigs, sliding steak.
Covert-op, homie - I'm wide awake, now. To make out...
The blurred lines, to see what Drake bout'.
2021, need an escape route.
Baseball games the way they stay foul.
From always ducking these gray clouds, to 8 thousand people
Living inside of a great house. To cryptocurrency
And moving little money, through PayPal's...
Now it isn't as linear, the glass ceiling up...
Guerilla Black having a clash, with Daz Dilinger.
Having US cats grilling us, the stacks yield's enough
...to topple the house of cards...
Putting money out to the biggest accountant stars
Popping bottles, and hanging out, at bars.
Black cards, don't care about the current amount that's charged.
Exotic cars, rocking 24k Audemars.
If the water is free, it's probably for me.
I don't want it in a Nestle-ad bottling fee...
And I don't need me an economic degree to see that...
The root of the problem, is greed.
At the end of my rope. Behind a silhouette canvass,
pretending to choke. While fake Facebook friends post heart emoji's
While sending me hope. Tell that to Zuckerberg.
In his eyes, "Privacy", it's just another word.
The coming herd immunity is true belief, to me, of what's deserved.
Considering that... the road to your success isn't a map.
Now, if you took the time, envisioning that utopia
You wouldn't live in the cracks...

Crack safes with the code word glock 9
Be a burial if I ever pop mine
No license plate trafficking weight
Across the border couple orders hit the plug, upstate
Cut cake down the middle, boy got it on a swivel
Like walking with the tray, more links for the info
Then it's back to the block with baby wipes on the back seat
When it comes to the system I am an athlete
Gotta count that dough like you ain't see it before
Every hour a 100 sales gotta reup for more
They don't want it with the boy until they see the allure
Charm icy on the bracelet and more cheese if we bored
Chopper got a ring to it, let the nina sing to em
Blocks on the legs see how a chapo king do it
Break it down so its fine , chickens drinking the wine
They say no money in the world bought a second of time

And I feel like people's work is a reflection of mine...
Threw the dictionary away - I don't know what else is left to define.
Guess I'm just gonna rhyme, it's my safe haven.
To me? Doing keys, musically, is usually, my vacation.
It's like a playstation... of sorts...
Don't wanna hear their playful remarks... the way I displayed my game?
... is amazingly sharp...
Think of the angels when they're playing their harps...
Went deep underwater, and laid the framework that paved the way, for the sharks.
Ain't any hearts left, just art theft...
Hollow, inside. The last gulp before you swallow your pride.
And all y'all alive to witness it happening, in 4K.
That's more a day. Periodically picking out my forum prey.
I ain't the chapo, more like Gustavo...
You got to trust it, bro. It hurts, but in reality, it's just a show.
Still tired from working out the night before...
Keeping myself busy in fear of the day I might get bored
And write some more shit off the top, so I can light the door
- Accordingly. the flight is more for my conformity.
Besides, who here is running the show?
Not exactly the artist who's suffering from being
in the hole, but still rapping, regardless
Of if the sales are matching the targets...
Printing money, to put more cash in the markets
Suffer financial free-fall, make sure you're strapped in that harness.
Word. Walking a tight-rope , despite hope
Making you trip. 6 week vacation, you are staying at any place you can get.
Living your life a quarter mile, neck-breaking pace, in the whip.
All the while, Elon Musk conquers outer space, from a ship.
Get money, create revenue streams.
Learn more about the trade to help your esteem
And then you can see you will reach any potential you've dreamed
From putting your ambitions first to generate cream

I get money unlike these broke cashiers ,
They don't got nothin ,
can't snatch dough from last year ,
The stocks I keep are good ,
Thats Fox Business ,
I manage wit my mentality in firm fitness ,
Got cases caught from these bird snitches ,
Stopped all that and offed the witness ,
The home keeps heavy art that’s colors is deep ,
Greet my wife in the sheets ,
so I can double my seed

5 minute typing free style

I stand tall as a felon ,
Districts and fools tryin to sell it ,
I move in the streets with the fiends ,
Pulled teams aside for the cream ,
I had eyes ,
Toted sai's ,
Gave minions up and I never tried ,
I stayed givin it my all ,
never fried ,
Became all of the don ,
Words composed of the art ,
Words are apart of the attire ,
Wearin my performance ,
A king with the garments and hardships ,
Mink coat takin ,
Black mistress forsaken ,
Broad back bailiff ,
I start bustin off shots ,
Pay less I never get so I'm never shot ,
Only the best cuz I'm in heaven ,
Being me ,
Its a blessin ,
Bury ya team under coats and rags ,
Polo shirts doin dirt for work ,
Carryin henny bags ,
Watch me ,
I enter beast mode within four seconds ,
I'm in the game and have a chance to be a legend ,
I'm the best never second ,
Big brinks truck ridin down the street ,
Sounds like a pay day ,
They scream out may day on the radio ,
Box em out like the garden or a stadium ,
Minds on radium ,
Mental thoughts in radius ,
Mars sonic beams cut giga hertz of ya cranium ,
Beats I'm bangin em

Slanging, son.
Check out the angles that I can dangle from
Looking at the triangle drum...
Locking out to Star-Spangled rum, or is it Jamaican?
Visit the Haitian Guru, to place some spirits
on top of the flow. Rocking the old Jason Statham look in
that movie where he had the hospital clothes...
Shit, the name escapes me. They'd rather hate and be angry
And find reasons to blame me.
Like, "He has been crazy" . Still sitting in his old ass vehicle, lazy.
Coming off of the top, it never ceased to amaze C.
Got the juice.. and I let it shoot from the half court...
Watch it bounce off the back-board, give you all what you asked for.
Check out the last score. About as down to earth, as Fast Four.
Looking from my new assistance, on Glass Door.
Masked like the Libre. If you see me, it's the man in disguise.
In a white van. Looking conspicuous, while handling knives.
Dangling guys off of the bridge, like some Mafia stuff.
But keeping it hush hush if Costra Nostra, or Gotti, comes up.
Oh yeah. I'm calling their bluff.
Ain't no shoe in the world that y'all gonna scuff. You might as well bow out of the game.
Cause I'm showering pain. Next to the fire, before I douse you, in rain.
The same style will remain. Watching the world go by on Merry go round, is insane.
Telling me, check the vertical. Serve it, overhand, I'm still wondering where the word will go.
Methodical in its nature, lines have been surgical.
Wolves roaming around on my block, I'm leaving the herd, exposed.
See what the lines demand... check out the supply, and then
Walk it back into crypto, I'm walking around, with diamond hands.
The wolf of wall street is all beef - no vegan diet.
So please, be quiet. I need the violence, I'm well equipped.
With this hell-ish shit. Forming opinions around these imbeciles, while
They sound like the yellow minion clowns whenever shit will go down.
Not that I want it to. To be honest, dude.
There's a certain threshold, I'm willing to pass. At the line, before I kill it, with gas.
It's shining, man. "It's so perdy..."

Watch face looking like its bout to hurl
Bang a bitch out on the mattress till her toes curl
Give me top but then she trying to get fendi
Was never fucking with it but now I got plenty
Rolling down tinted windows while they're throwing up their lunch
With a bunch of bad bods in the back they got a hunch
Twisted off the green All I had was a dream
Wu Tang Clan told a nigga it's about the C.R.E.A.M
Fiends looking for a vein to find their escape
I'm looking for a way out and i don't care what it takes
Cut the grass down low to expose all the snakes
My life a gangsta movie how can you suckas relate?
Crime rate going higher nigga I'm a survivor
Trunk Muzik out the machine bumping AB-Liva
Chains hang low and the piece hang lower game over
Two piece to the head if the jakes get closer

So many hellbent on trying to break this culture
Getting carried away. Except, those same ideologies prepared to me stay.
You got opinions, however, I don't wanna hear it, today.
The man inside of me is much bigger than what these lyrics portray.
Moreover, I got an ego. So imagine you, attempting to push.
You sent me the hooks, tried to go fishing.
Little to know that, when you did? And realized my ammunition
I fire, aimlessly, n' still hit all of my foes.
Breaking down any walls that oppose. Y'all are just toes tagged, it's a bit of a step to say..
I'm Stu Shep', that booth? Will take your breath away.
Bringing me back to present day. When battle raps were a large percent of my resume.
Back in 2001, had my back to the wall.
And after it all was lead astray, the fog cleared.
Jumbo, I'm all ears. Inside of the hall, remember I had to crawl.
Too prideful to pass the ball. Use my look of affirmation to mask it all.
That's why I'm mum when your tracks involved.
This isn't a mystery that you have to solve. At the dog park.
Whistling, you bitches coming my hallmark.
20/20 vision, it's all heart.. ask the cardiologist...
What they're saying. If they're singing the tune.
If they will be out there, drinking, by noon.
Which is apt. I pour my heart out, and then sink in the groove.
No SEO's, however, I can give you many links to the truth.
They think it's a loop. You know, circle repeat.
Every verse that you speak is cookie-cutter, it works with the beat.
They rehearse it then mix it for the commercial elites.
Go and get your Raisin In The Sun... I mean, who is the band-kid, playing with the drums?
I'll destroy the supernova, way before it comes.
Till then? The Book of Eli - I'll be waiting, in the slums.
They're not ready for that recreation.
Dropping rap after rap, I'm making my reservation, for 2.
Innovation, pursue a new way of creating a new...
Perspective, long before those in charge can erase it from view.
Hero was always a hero, before they dawned the cape.
Those other vigilantes? Are not as great.
Sloppy, attempting to copy the formula. Man, I'm warning ya.
Aside from that blueprint you got? There's much more to us.
Personalities differ, forget that hollow shell.
They can try emulating the movement, but do it not as well.
These verses? They flow out of me. Uncontrollable urge..
To throw you the words. The spectators on the side, can only observe.
Picture-perfect, everything coming 60 frames, per second.
It's the same as Tekken, feel the pain through these words
with your lame projections... attempting to discredit the rule...
Doing some ill shit you never could do...
Whatever you knew, in the past, substantiated the future after it...
If you look at where we're now, it's immaculate.
From the candles, there, that the pastor lit.
However, now I'm a ghost, on some Casper shit.
Floating through the halls, if you don't protect yourself, then your ass gets hit.

Yeah. Catch me looking regal, at your favorite art club.
Looking how to disembowel somebody, with a TECKIN smart plug.
My M.O, now, is AMMO - shooting at the limousine, when it stops.
If you see the siren behind you, you can't always guarantee it's the cops.
Because many died pulling over in their vehicle, watch
The shady shit that can happen, until they one day see you, on Fox.
They have businesses that ran in the ground, while you were standing around
Holding your hand out, expecting Uncle Sam to help you pandering clowns.
Fucking meandering dunce, the term is really endearing...
The Emperor's new suit is a birthday one, if you fear him...
I'm the man at your birthday, blowing the candles out, 'fore you make a wish.
And if you didn't get a present, motherfucker, you should take the hint.
I'm all out of fucks to give. Like, really, my pockets are empty.
And you don't got to resent me.
I'm coming off, with like plenty reasons to sock you in the mouth - Mankind's finishing move.
And I assure you, that's the least creative way of injuring you.
You should have been cool. When you talk to a boss?
Most chances are you'll keep it cordial. Or learn what it's like having your upper body just leave your torso.
And I don't seem remorseful. That's because I'm a jerk.
You ran yourself at the mouth, but, what was it worth?
Got a subscription to HBO, and bought a Punisher shirt
My enemies can die in the hundreds if there's punks to unearth
My mindset is setting goals that seem nearly impossible...
And then beating them, in front of you, to crush your soul.
Remind you that I'm untouchable. Talk about invading your comfort zone.
With a fist to pop the bubble you've retreated inside of....
And I don't need to remind ya... many facets to see...
Every rap that I key is like a hit of acid and speed...
mixed with Aspirin, weed, crack, and then E. Split, then cracked into 3.
The only thing that matters here, is that you believe.
Otherwise, there's no point of me even rapping, suspend your disbelief 'till it's
missed so many days that it decides it will quit..
It's fine. Man, I'm always getting high on my shit.
Drowsy eyes, and time flies - make sure the pilot's equipped.
Always staying quieter than the muffle of a silencer hit.
At least in a movie. You know, you can't believe watch you're watching on cable.
Nowadays what a rapper posts on social media can cost him a label.
Like it matters, considering you can blow, and do 90 percent of the work...
- yourself. I'm almost certain you wouldn't need another persons help.
But hey, the hell do I know?
I'm just here to sell you the Celphie bible. Or keep digging up hot shit to melt your pie hole.
Assets classes are pertinent for your wealth survival.
So make sure you write that clearly upon my belts arrival.

The stealth in my flow? The method in which I'm wrecking this shit..
Telling you, strictly effortless with both arms and ambidextrous flips
As the lecturer sits in his chair. The wit is prepared, on a whim...
Every inch they come near? Is suicidal. See their teeth clinching, in fear.
I'm ready to box with whatever you got, it's nothing...
When I'm dropping something, upvotes that shoot it up to the top discussion.
Got these brushes from the museum of modern art...
Resurrect the utopia of critical thinking to rip your thought, apart...
I mean, I've figured you're not as smart.
Walking around, in Oz, cause you got no heart. Wandering aimlessly...
It may just seem you've lost your spark... we're all ears, that is until we get to the talking part..
From there? Silence, is golden.
One dictator, you can choose every single side to oppose him...
Coming from zero below, enough to leave what's left of your sinuses, frozen.
The Kraken God. Leviathan - watch it rise from the ocean.
With such momentum, the waves reach critical heights and collapse the side of the coast, and...
compromise the integrity of the city within a decibel reach...
Whenever you text to elites? Make sure you get the message receipts.
The rest of these geeks can interpret what they will and intercept it, with speech
Spoken with lawyer jargon, I've already pressed this to excellent feats.
Then more so. Non remorseful, and despondent - I'm a despot.
Any response on the contrary is still gluttony that will feed Taut..
Text messages seen are guaranteed to exceed thought
Considered average, it's been established everything that I've written's savage.
"Strangling kittens" madness... there's just a void that can't be filled...
Making grandiose statements upon the man, at will.
And until I'm addressed as such, I'll rebrand the guild...
With the same reckless abandon of Loki, if he were to stand to Shield.

I swear them niggas be tripping I'm big pimping
All up on the OF page of bitches as they are simping
Infatuated with the lavish life my ice glow
And the jewels be right yet my heart is ice cold
Foundation reps when they see me with the thing at the hip
Here to let you know that the bling is legit
Fam riding shotgun like Elmer pop up the trunk
Body smelling in the back he rode around for a month
Big watch faces all I gotta do is stunt
Then it's back to the crib with the swishers and smoking blunts
187 shits can happen where you live
Shell casings on the ground he caught one to the rib
Moved out of a town after that now he doing a bid
Told his little homie he got it need to stay off the grid
Grams tucked into the ones he'll take care of the kids
Certified gangsta shit cuz that's what it is

The ATM's better have the cash ,
Go inside of the bank ,
the tellers catch a mag ,
I’m in a whip from LGK’s ,
Try to mack my chick ,
She’ll stop ya face ,
When I pop the ace , (Emphasis on I)
The judge stops the case ,
Yall cats aint beasts ,
I box like Ali,
You can’t beat the reach ,
put draws on the beach ,
She don’t want to ride? ,
Pay for a freak

3 days later, I couldn't wait for a week.
I'm already at the top - there's just no way to compete.
Verses flowing out of me, how can he do it so much
to the point it the puzzles fit on its own?
Look how much his worshippers visit his throne....
Isn't it home at this point in time?
How he's anointing lines. His prose is exceptional, see the opposing sides.
What is proposed, is why... I'm able to keep 'em on their toes.
I witness my foes decide... how they wish to approach my artwork, with boyish prides.
How they're youthful, in spirit. However, it's simply not the same kind of truth you'll inherit.
Have a view of the lyrics and rendezvous to the booth, when you hear it.
I'm shooting to the moon, bumping Dog Day Afternoon, in hysterics.
The antihero is a powerful drug...
Feel the fervor of a mad man, showered, in slugs.
A martyr, of sorts. Who bartered, of course.
Who you're betting on, becomes harder to sort. Tending the garden so you can farm your remorse.
I parse through the information given, as it is written.
Break it down, like a mathematician
With the precision of an actual physician prescribing you aide, as you ask for prescriptions.
Like the sinner asks for forgiveness, at the chapel. And rinses, in the Baptism water
- in which he's masking his sins with.
I'd like to be called the patriarch. It isn't all black and white, like interracial art.
There tends to be a little gray, to start.
No feelings, to bare. Looking up for hope, to see the glass ceilings, repaired.
Wish to be square with anyone I wronged, yet know...
They may use it against me, one day. It may be petty, so I don't.
It's all about sustaining your advantage.
When you're on the other side of the balance beam, and they can't comprehend how it seems.
You can slip and then fall. Wonder if it's really worth risking it all.
Seeing that faded red lipstick on the wall.
Next to an engraved heart, with a slash through it. Have a laugh,
remembering past hubris.
Walking through a dream state, half lucid.

These cat's in the conversation ,
they lose to me ,
Penetrated feelings get deep ,
Till they want nothing else but to call me a beast ,
They all think its clever for themselves ,
to talk about heaven givin them hell ,
When no one ever listens ,
My ears hear loud ,
and you are not an interest ,
These cat's aint right ,
shows hard mischief ,
Tellin me to gang wit em ,
and bang wit em ,
nah ,
I got to go get intelligent for a minute

And everything afterwards feeling more authentic.
I'm bored, but, whenever I'm on the board? There's a forward spirit
Coursing through my veins. Fortunate to remain...
In good standing, amongst my peers. Every word appears
with more of a thorn, then a torrid affair.
Lying dormant inside of me, is a morbid despair.
Typing on keyboards for a year of online performing, it's clear.
I'm combing the multiverse for them, on this forum, and there's...
Not much of a space between what the customers taste
And what they can muster to shape the structure of another generation
To what has been great. Buzzing, like the brush of a thousand hornets
Coming in hordes, as you're running towards it.
My whole life, I set up my goals to be something enormous.
Walking across the porcelain floor... grinding, because I knew I had to work for a fortune, like yours.
And only in time will I throw in the towel. Yet, that site is about as rare...
As it's going be. Looking back, fondly, on every story that's been told to me.
Swinging from the vines. If I fall? I'll be OK in the end.
Learned to think critically about every situation I'm in...
From the rubric to the bizarre... to the equally hard
To the sheep who regard the most egregious errs of the people in charge
And make excuses for those that cheat to retain that semblance of unity
In fear of breaking that known foundation that the truth will bring.
It's a scary feeling when your world is shattered and you know
You can do something to stop it.. even if it means crushing the topic.

I tried to do something to stop it,
but the car kept going and I ended up on the bonnet,
tang soo do moves I don't need a gun in my pocket,
step in my face-ya roof get features like a gutter n soffit,
I need to spark a cigarette, why would I use a matchstick,
Potassium permanganate, alcohol, sulphuric acid,
That's lit,
They go from "I heard his writing was nuts" to "ya right man he's nuts",
activated when lightning erupts,
2 bolts in my neck I been tightening up,
lefty Lucy so I turn right with the nuts,
there's no complaints or whining it's just,
ya gotta wonder the number of times that ya must,
remind this line full of mutts they weren't invited to crufts,
Different breed to the standards,
abnormal these genes are not wranglers,
what I tell a rapper hurts nobody else it just bugs-him-alone like teeny mob gangsters,
Who would've thought eating glass could go wrong,
,,,,D&/:
I just did it for comedy and slashed my colon

Writing lyrics, hoping to one day feel the thrill
If only for once
The arguments and Hang ups
Would over flow up and out like my cup over fills.
Let it go and maybe you would know
It's just how it go
So now you know just in case you think that we just gonna chill
I'm a playa baby
Can't get caught up in the mix
While you playing tricks
I'm making moves, to see who i can get with
You should've known right from the start
Because i let it be known just who i are now get in the car

I step in this thread, in automatically generate bars
so it's no wonder I am far ahead, at the start
It's almost a given, so comically written...
From afar, yet anatomically smitten by mayhem, wondering out loud if my body can risk it?
Invested interests, accounts are gonna be verified.
In hopes I can become a crypto millionaire, before 35.
Doubt it, but... imagine the shift in currency?
From currently given Banks power. Would be unheard of, see..
Boomers don't wish to lose power, and will do everything to retain it, so
Your chances of regulation more exponential than traded growth.
They wish to raid to post. Walking the underworld; you ain't a ghost.
Decentralized options, ahoy.
Be ready before that half-assed adoption, deploys.
And wallets held by the banks, are a thing.
if it's not your keys, it's not your coin. Now, hopefully you're starting to think.
Foundations crumble as journalists produce the articles, sink
growth revenue into antiquated structures, you think we're pulling far from the brink?
No. Slowly down the rabbit hole...
Millennials build the momentum, for casual growth, in hopes of making the passage
a true leader, among its de facto hosts...
Some leaders would rather take the looking glass approach.
Packing enough artillery to completely collapse a coast.
Psychological warfare, of its most egregious...
Talking to you in the womb until you bloom, as a fetus.
In a room of machines, stuffed full of tubes, assisting you so you breathe, it's...
The usual procedures... the doctrine used is usually the tool, of deceivers.
Or catholic school, tossing you inside a pool of believers
Telling you if you see this through, they have a chancing of moving you towards Jesus.
Word.. nothing about the hypocrisy
Exhibited by there forward beliefs... outside of pulling more towards peace.
It's hell and brimstone, and corner-store prophets that are nickel-and-diming
While asking you for a hand out, lifting their bibles
And regurgitating quotes from passages, telling you to ask for forgiveness.
Subscriptions that act as weapons in which to attack your actual sins with
It's laughable, isn't it? Actually ridiculous.
"The Wrath is coming". The pastor summoned a pact to protect the catholic religion, if...
You act now, pass down about half of your stimulus check.
It isn't direct, but it might as well be.
The boomers with their draconian laws. In this linear sitcom, where no one applauds.
So many lost in the direction of life, so they hold to their Gods
in hope that a cross can take them over greener pastures until
realities expose their facades.
And that's not to say you can't be religious.
It just means independent beliefs are equally prestigious.

These cats stuck in nineteen eighty seven ,
I'm in Y2K above the broom like a weddin ,
I'm about to keep comin better ,
Cassidy - It don't get no better ,
whatevers whatever ,
I’m in a porshe racin the cops ,
Their fellow officers all get dropped ,
The competition been defeated ,
I’m higher than that ,
You cats need to stick to elitists ,
I’m like a god ,
People battle me but can’t see my bars ,
When I wrote this ,
I was smokin ,
My writtens keep on gettin quoted ,
How many words in the ocean ,
It’s a mericle I’m not parole’n

You cannot control him... he got his autonomy..
Probably... still, the chills fill the economy.
Now, what does that mean?
The oligarchs are the ones controlling the cash stream.
Dollar signs in their eyes, flash green.
You wonder if it's a mass scheme.
They're willing to throw you over the tracks, minus the fast team.
Who's the one keeping the executive-level glass clean.
If you're wondering how a business can fail, then you can go Ask Jeeves.
It's all a moment in time.
Pull the rug underneath you, it's a game of who will be left holding the dime
Go from a wide variety of revenue streams, to losing...
what little you know about why big businesses hold, to survive.
And governments bail them out, taxes raise to repurpose growth.
Back-end deals get conducted that only work for commercial folk
I'm of the idea that you roll up your sleeves
Despite your background and then work for your needs
However, there's many ways to meet your personal deeds
Without hurting another. That indicates a precursor for greed
The bottom gets bigger, the debt pool larger
What's the worth to achieve? When you spend a decade to break-even?
Issues surrounding race, heating. Bigotry's here, and it ain't leaving!
Don't mean to get philosophical. Shit is awful, though.
You can get it on your own. Or not, sit back, and watch its growth.
Either way you gon' be the maid. Think of it like not being paid.
A modern day version of how to free a slave.
Shit is usually... cynical how they talk about you, and different how they talk about you, posthumously.
I'd rather be ahead of the curve then behind the trend.
Rather not have the contract at all then have you sign me in.
If you're not gonna help me when I need it, then tell me: why be friends?
Hatred is taught - but you see, acceptance? It lies, within.
And don't get it mistaken: Taught is the process of learning something
while "Taut" - which is my namesake - is a thought, that's difficult breaking.