Keystyle Cypher!

Don's not parole'n, I need to know if the doctors open, a mental block just strolled in n part of my frontal lobe has gotten swollen, blood clot, explosion, better relax n play Asia - Heat of the moment,
I can smell myself, I should've got deodorant, body odour all over, it's Omni potent, I'm omniscient, plus an omnivore, but I choose not to eat sausage or dogs no more, I never used to care, I ate oxen, bore, fox n horse, donkey - raw, knelt on the floor pickin the flesh from a rotten corpse like zombies or someone writing horror core,
5 meals a night, restaurants galore, "8oz steak sir? Or do you want the 4-",
"50"... "50?" Like I wasn't sure,
my nose stings but I can't feel a lot at all, I don't know why I waited to get a doctor called or why I didn't get deodorant from the store

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Holy fuck, I'm not as quick as I'd like,
That shit must've taken 16 minutes to write,
Granted I rolled n smoked a cigarette twice, n had to warn off a spider that I didn't invite, even so, it's not like it was more than average scheming, n celph wrote a fucking masterpiece with actual meaning, maybe I need to play my part better, still, that was major hard Bredda, I thought I was ahead of the curve, guess I am behind the trend like Maison margiela

These cats aint different than me ,
They all want to win and show the white of their teeth ,
I listened to the crooks on my block ,
Thats probably why I'm a crook myself in my heart ,
I’ve been rippin apart MC’s ,
I started that when I entered the realm of dreams ,
People say that Don is a beast ,
I’m equally the source of illness like being deceased ,
People…can’t…understand my mind ,
I rock Blessed clothing from stores in order to shine ,
A man like Don reaches stardom because ,
Of the fact I’mma Con ,
On the face of your screen ,
I always approach clean ,
Two chains got your attention cuz you love Don’s gleam ,
When the cops get agitated about the car I ride ,
They can get mad at my rhymes and the bars I ride

There's not enough enzymes to break down this heart of mine...
That's why I'm doing cardio... it's hard to know which voice is making your party, whole.
Same reason I don't follow in trends...
Listening out the back-gate in case they holler, again.
Props to Bag for the props - I'm humbled, mate.
Food for thought; I made sure to get me a jumbo-plate.
There's not enough experience in the world to live off of one mistake.
That's why opportunity's a risk that only some will take.
Scared of failing, but what happens if you fail? Maybe embarrassment?
What happens if you fail a million times? It's silly cause I would rather fail...
And at least succeed on my a millionth time, than live in fear.
Imagine how many rappers wouldn't have an ill career?
Working at Krogers, or flipping burgers at Wendy's. Pretend these...
Schemes I've been doing for literal ages, have seen an improvement.
And if I do it enough times, it will lead me to music.
Otherwise? I would learn to invest in stock.
Matter fact, I'd be doing that if I was keying up text or not.
Matter fact? I'm doing it, now. Keeping the mind busy...
Even if I haven't been to school in awhile.
Too much of a big head for them to loosen the crown.
The mechanic says fuck it, and lays his tools to the ground...
And to think, I'll be doing this while my portfolio makes two hundred thous...
It's crazy, ain't it? How I'm pinching a nerve.
While the companies destroy the very foundation that they wish to preserve.
What's the intrinsic value? or is based on your trust?
Decentralized? Or have an institution regulating your funds?
Trading convenience for freedom... the irony isn't lost on me.
The 1% throws you a stimulus, and now they wanna talk 'relief'...
While the rate of inflation's in overdrive.
Conditioning you to accept it's slight take-over, you won't survive.
The soul divide between the fiat currency and the gold, inside
of the federal reserve - this is where a democracy goes to die...
But enough lessons for one day, right?
Here's hoping you'll open your eyes and one day fight.

And I'm guessing they didn't wish to express that, I'm best at
focusing words that express black ideologies, to connect back...
To my ancestry, while they're dancing, b. It's the "world is yours" mentality
...they're following to that hollowed-in room...
The sword swallower; costume, but, all of it's truth. Call the recruits from the wash...
as they draw on approval ratings
whose noose is making that sound?
Fuck backing down to these cats telling you how to act - you can have the crown!
The pool of success is limited, what's the point if you can't splash around?
No momentum to pick up the force: it's continuing by...
Still driven, no way to hinder the high.
Demand for the nation, with a dwindling supply...
For workers compensation; you can give it a try...
I'm bugging out, at the infirmary. These words will leave...
A permanent third degree burn, to see. Urgently needing emergency ..
...Nurses, please; It's the dance off.
Got a senorita I can't keep my hands off, but that's for those rated in X.
Took what was already written before and made it complex.
A rhetoric for the people is much easier, once you say it in text
And then they get it. However, I'm not pushing a narrative.
It might be preachy, but, I really don't care if it is.
Talking patois to throw off the American kids
Arrogantly telling us where the ancestry of our heritage lives
I'm past that, though. Don't mean to be mean,
but y'all are the foreigners. Give us some time, and there will be more of us.
Yeah. Tell 'em that this is live, from the tourist bus.
If you did something with your time, other than gloat, you wouldn't be bored as much.
I'm rapping plus cashing in. The Wolf of Wall Street...
that walks around, with an asshole grin.. removing cash
from the donation plate, however, that catholic will take you off of the path of sins.
Get ready for your baptism. Bring you back to the chapel drums.

I move the block cuz I'm strappin some ,
Yall raps high on weed why you lackin some ,
I dumb ,
Put the rock on top of the other bricks ,
Hold my drip ,
Look ,
My raps cold when I spit ,
Cats reach super Saiyan and then think men are suspect ,
Livin at a level of twenty thousand gives you powers over the wess ,
Flyin wings propped in the sky with the nest ,
For example ,
What I said before ,
Yes I entered it ,
Mind puttin words down with a expert penmanship ,
I’m livin it ,
Bands standin tall on the table of the dealership ,
Uh ,
I keep pistols without peelin them ,
You get in the way ,
I spray out the drop with an AK ,
Yeah I’m wheelin it ,
Son ,
The greatest rappers stuck in the grave ,
So I gotta get offed ,
to really get paid ,
Uh…..

This version should be better

These cats aint different than me ,
They all want to win ,
and ,
show the white of their teeth ,
I listened to the crooks on my block ,
Thats probably why I'm a crook myself in my heart ,
I’ve been rippin apart MC’s ,
I started that when I entered the realm of dreams ,
People..say…that…Don is a beast ,
I’m equally the ,
source of illness like being deceased ,
People…can’t…understand my mind ,
I rock Blessed clothing from stores ,
in order to shine ,
A man like Don reaches stardom because ,
Of the fact I’mma Con ,
On the face of your screen ,
I always approach clean ,
Two chains got your attention ,
cuz you love Don’s gleam ,
When the cops get agitated about the car I ride ,
They can get mad at my rhymes and the bars I ride

Yo guys... Sorry but I can't rap on here anymore. I keep getting better and I don't want the feds at my door for rapping past professional over the net when I surpass my current condition. My mind is different. I told you guys that in the past and when I go too high it might be too high for the feds interest. I'm not tooting my own horn I'm just trying to protect myself. I just wanted to have alittle bit of fun. I'm done now.

Word up to Kung Lao...
Shit I haven't done awhile... summers 'round the corner
it's time we're bringing the hummers out...
Get hit with a hundred styles... n' if you wanna browse
the internet for more, then go for it - there's more storage.
This is your forest. And it's open to y'all...
The bank of free information, opening hours, if you wanna withdrawal.
Ducking under the law. Passing on the rubbers to f- the government, raw.
Having fun with it, dog.
Peep game. See, each chain, is symbolic. Gonna hit 'em with knowledge.
Written ebonics, cause these kids are dishonest.
Lying through their teeth. Ungrateful. Diminishing worth with that gibberish.
Put that ish, in reverse. See where the realness lives, when you hit up the search.
Tomorrow isn't guaranteed. And that's how it appears to me.
Off the paper, or lyrically. They know I'm here to make Pharaoh's, bleed.
Break bread at the winners table; they finna' hate you.
If it doesn't benefit them? Then it's a run.
I've materialized into everything they've said I'd become. And realized it's better than nothing.
Forget your assumptions, or being presumptuous.
They fear that if they jump in this that I will administer punishment.
They're not wrong. Ever since 99', when Rapbattles became a dot com
It was in my inherit nature to drop bombs.
My thoughts prong to the target. You alive? Well, not long.
Verse after keystyle verse how I got on.

I got on too, but fell over when I got off wrong,
I used to come up short, those days are long gone,
My friend had a kid 6 months ago, broke through a condom,
All it knows-is-covid like pop lockin to the thong song,
Let... me... see... that material which preserves your grace,
Can't knock sisqo, he earned a wage,
Got to see a bunch of girls all twerk on stage,
but his greatest achievement on earth to date; supporting people turning grey at an early age,
That smell was scandalous,
I really didn't know if I could handle it,
Nose aching she made my whip smell of ish,
Stinkin like out of date eggs n fish,
She had a dump in my truck, truck, truck,
Asked "why?" she said "what, what, what?",
Started blaming her gut, gut, gut,
I said don't do it again,
But she did it again,
So I killed her, I was gonna pay to funk her, instead,
I ruptured her neck with my plastic cutlery set,
Left her body with a warning to the others that read,
"Do a dump in my truck hookers it get stuck in ya head"

i got off of your mother with my surgery set and pokers.
do a dump in my truck hookers and i'm gettin her head, toker.
watch as i sped off the set with her leg on her chest soakers.
where i had the bitch bent like a curb on the guest sofa.
your nose aching cuz your smelling your fish like it's fresh ace,
but you ain't dated earth without a carbon copy of your sweaty face.
your straight cooked like a lace, crooked is taking it live twice.
book with that scandalous waste nah i'm playing you ain't nice.
boys a whole card, can't picket four in pocket with kings flop.
slick willie with my star sticker, stingy like a hard force.
act like your life is a rig, but i can shine like nothing is big.
bitch ain't manual, hoes automatic, friction off the handle, abnormal,
foe off a static. tea teases tee's on why wide wise are on our arse,
but keep the hype on the level of larry sanders and jeffrey tambors
with the sleek art. splashing freaks queefed on my rising high arm,
if we ain't got the whole trip, just a map smudging of a flat.
seeing joy is a cold cough, spitting something like them drug wars,
with rockets ric wicked and them things swingin bout to transport.
watch forensic science clean up beautifully with a dust kit test.
huge money is my object but lawyers got me usually suspect specced.
however couldn't get me without the full tape from the sound.
if i ain't dead in the head, i'm still red in my rest.
lady ain't a damsel, madame a damn sale. clip a signature cig
on your weak fail and hack out the laugh tracks on third rail.
i want to knock knuckles, not dapping, i'm capping on the swigs.
buck off your nickle and clap him with just words on a scale.

looking back into the past, wondering how I ever made it
my life was a crazy ride, thank God that you even saved it
remembering how I got here, its good to reminisce.....

all those times I thought I was all alone, inside a broken home
when no one understands you, then you are on you're own
I just needed a friend, to be with me till the end
but no one showed up... I had to be... my own best friend

as I moved into a new high school, I wanted a lot of friends, to be cool
but that's not easy when the world is stressing you out and your grades make you look like a fool
questions bothered me, like why are children suffering
when the rich get paid and do absolutely nothing
and if God existed, if he really cared, then why are we living in a nightmare

that's when I had my first mental breakdown, went to the mental hospital
mom and dad were worried about me they thought that I lost it all
but it just broke me down even more

you know what it's like when your spirit is broken?
you start to feel sorry for yourself, then hate yourself
and you give up on the hoping?
to the point where I tried to kill myself
and I never did anything to deserve this

slowly the years passed by, and slowly I grew
it was then I knew that I had to stop self hatred
remember its always an honor to be you
your life is sacred

How can you be enlightened...

... if you've never been in the dark.

https://youtu.be/d_Ff_Y1x79Q

Well shit, I'll give it a start. First off, don't be offended by any written remark.
Just know that when it's game time, every displayed line? Is giving it heart.
No Kevin, though. They should let it go. Speak to me, equally, in phonetic code.
It's seminal, when you think of how it's been set in stone.
People press on the button, expect the metronome to just play...
I must say, this type of hobbling I do? Will crush legs.
Word to Annie Wilkes. This is the motto that my family built. Lived out the legacy, off my granny's quilt.
You never went after your aspirations - I understand your guilt.
But don't take it out on me, crying over branded milk that your hand has spilt.
You're better off attempting to stand on stilts
Then figuring out... the morality of it all, when you've been living, in doubt.
Writhing, in pain. Taking the minimal amounts of pills to abstain normality...
It's still in your brain. How can you be rehabilitated, if aren't willing to change?
Willing to exchange everything for that needle with "past due" bills in your name...
Dealing with an old Will your whole life, like Willow and Jade'.
You wanna talk truth, but refuse to act truthful
That's the usual act, these youthful cats rather muse than conclude their facts.
Speak through subtle tunes, to keep the rhythm & blues, intact.
And merge the two, which is why you can't do what I do, on wax.
Or off of it. Went from Hennessy & Enemies to more conscience shit...
Then back to a mixture of both, before I lost my grip.
Hip Hop relevancy propelled to pop culture's consciousness
In the same way Run DMC & Aerosmith's hip hop & rock was mixed.
Stop promoting Ciroc and just learn about venture capital
To get potential back to you, like 20% of the rappers who've...
Become successful in some light. And one might say... that they've
Have strayed from the sunlight... Nas even went as far as to say...
That all he needed was One Mic... and I would like that to be true...
But he also said Hip Hop was dead, with him dropping a flower into
A grave that was supposed to represent it passing away
With an angle from the casket, displaying a concrete title of the actual phrase.
Let's take it back to the days of rocking a boombox...
Over your shoulder, like Radio Rahim, in that Italian joint...
- so that our past ain't erased... Maxwell cassette tapes..
Yeah. And before you say it, I know that I am showing my age.
Introspective, listening to a song from Cordae.
Say rap's misogynistic - they're not wrong. Keys, to me, is a form of fourplay.
Rocking the dad bod, five years away from 40.
As I watch the hairs in my beard become more gray...
Should I have said that more creative? Probably...
Why you still on the forums? Red Bull gives you wings. This here? Is for killing my boredom.
Keys a form of fourplay, but the sheer amount of skill, is a warning.
That it gets me off, it's like softcore porn with these syllables, forming.
Let 'em know they're better off killing McCormick
- from South Park, than ignoring these endorphins.
The Stephen Dorff of evil forces.
Look at me, man. You see the fortress, between the warships.
When you rap like this? You don't NEED to force it.

Yeah. Here to bring 'em back to their reading courses.
I'm leaving corpses all over the scene, with keys.
It's guaranteed, remorseless - why the hell should I shed a tear?
It was nebulous, ever since I was getting here.
Victory? It was never clear. Walking inside of a black fog.
Inhaling the toxins, not afraid to have his mask off.
And I was there for the last call. Shooting that garbage with a bow and arrow...
Making that trash, fall. Sipping your empty platitudes through a glass straw.
Wondering what you were grasping at.
No need for commissioner Gordon, the real Flash is back.
Every key, I've done mastered that.
Did a 180 and flipped from being a baby, and ripping the craziest shit.
Which, in turn, made you a victim. Maybe I'm sick, and my brain's an infliction.
So insane that even pain's an addition.
Doctors trying to dissuade a prescription. Yeah. Tell that to Hank, from Breaking Bad.
I'd probably be bugging out like Gustavo, if I had the face he had.
But, there's a lot of parallels. For instance, I am great in the lab.
A creationist they can't wait to get back.
Even as a historian, I'm sure to leave the information, intact.
You can pull on that elastic around my wrist all you want, but I ain't gonna snap.
Well, that's unless I'm making a track.
In which case, you're better off being pegged by MODOK, in Marvel.
Luke Cage, getting off a barstool. About to accost you.
I'm wondering what it'd be like to meet Phoenix Wright, right out of law school.
I want my funeral to be playing epic boss music.
Twisted, like the studio that brought you the Saw Movie.
I'm the law, truly. That raw, that is gravitating you all to me.

Gravitating, magneticismalising,
I'll ride this horse until the pistons whining,
When I see a dude with grey hair I know he's lived, but isn't dying,
Just weathered enough storms to earn a silver lining,
I used to look round thinking why n how all the plants n bags'd gone,
Hold a fat kid off a cliff, he isn't gonna hang for long,
Told em it's fuckin-up-the-ozone-of-the-planet strong,
Cuz I made hash n sold weed I'd done a CO2 extraction on,
What strain is it, I dunno, call it cabbage one,
Add some garlic and some tarragon when you pack a bong,
Still got vet smokers looking like Master Wong,
Wiped out in their 40s, hit em like an atom bomb,
Poor taste, floor haze up in ya smoke screen,
I rolled for money but said I'd never take it off a coke fiend,
out the mud with the pot, I'm just sayin it I don't need, a pat on the back like swayze in the ghost scene,
Selling dopes weak, I'm just confessing my sins,
Hoping somebody learns from the lesson within,
You spend a lot of time on that shit, theres a price for everything,
Balance of life means a loss for you to settle a win

^ And just so they know, that goes for everything I'm meddling in.
From finances, to mental health - the idea is to generating
a large enough foundation to get in they skin, and apply pressure...
They'll resonate with, for the soul purpose of no other than to better they shit...
A plethora of options that they can leverage with
To multicultural funding in the thousands for them to get on the ship...
Even if it is high water, and the sea is tumultuous...
This culture is a dystopia of men happy to give the vultures, fish.
Hook, line, and sinker. Rather be thinking about
the future, the past is decided. So much so, it's engraved on the side...
..of the raft that I ride with... even if they said
inner-self is a path to survivors, I'll capture the fire, without having to snatch up their lighters.
That's real talk, proposing what I was meant to do.
Doing what the teachers said I never had the potential to.
And because of my skin, they say it's akin to represent the group
I belong in, out of a belonging to societal ideas of ethnic cues.
Nah. How about no?
Middle finger up in the air, whenever I'm out on the road..
I doubt they can hold they same momentum, expecting to bring their light, to fruition.
So institutionalized, you spend your whole life, fighting the system.
Only for them to become self aware.
I want a stake of the company, and a healthy share.
And no, I'm not asking. I'm getting mine. Finding micro transactions
on my ledger, I...am moving towards a much larger path, that's decentralized.
Percentage wise? that's nothing more than a blip on the feudal enterprise...
You're rocking a mask.... so scared of the reflection projecting, off of the glass...
So scared of the ignorance when investors talk about cash
With the same aspirations of an alumni graduating at the top of their class..

Feel I'm cocky, at last. So much confidence, once I walk in the cast.
They hark on me, it's cool. The motto is, school's autonomous with my knowledge, of rule.
Well, if I'm being honest here, college is, too.
A dot in the middle, like Anamaniacs, if they're rocking their jewels
... In such a way, that makes me uneasy.
They better harden it up... magician level 99, your mage armor gauge, ain't enough.
Plug the controller into the system and start playing your bluff
On easy mode, with a vertical inflection; guess I'm saying, "What's up?"
Or down. Shit, I don't wanna be latitudinal biased.
But I am the dude that's the flyest, even in a school full of pilots.
You'd be wise to move to the side, it's... suicidal for you to come try this...
24K rocks. Yeah. They view me as Midas.
Midas touch. Turn the vagina into a diamond crust.
With grapes around the pussy on Valentine's, so she wouldn't wine as much.
Fine dining, every line robust.
it kind of just clicks together. The binder crux.
Ahead of my time, I must align with the designer of Cyberpunk's...
You know, the digital age?
You see the city, and say it's complex, but it's only still a vision portrayed by the present.
This isn't the way to repentance, it's only a door.
However, it's much different from the place that you were going before.
You wish to get above, until they show you the floor.
I'm here to get my feet wet. If life is handing you lemons? Squeeze the citrus out, and then reset.
Steve Jobs was a visionary in the 2000's, and got his respect.
Yet, I can't ignore what they're standing for. Commercial brands, in their candid form.
The excess of material things has made Santa soar.
And it's more or less deceptive, a psychological playing of strings
That creates the need for demand for brands to persuade you to things...
Damn, now ain't that catharsis.
The thought of the pool being a black hole... with a carrot tied to a string, so you let that go.
So numb to the inflationary cash flow, that you're apathetic
And want more to consume... become morbid and use vanity...
... As a form of abuse.
How is that flower, sitting on top of concrete, torn from it roots?
Why is the gardener hoarding its fruits?
In the middle of a dry spell, at a time they won't order produce?
You know, there was a time were I held this site in high regard...
The same time Marty McFly was talking about flying cars...
And now there's some kind of appliance charge... the pursuit of unity
Which usually just means one particular way of doing things.
Imagine no competition? You fell in a rut without the need of excelling your stuff...
Growing stale. Far from a thriving environment, so you decided that...
You would never adjust... and through no fault of your own.
You become stagnant... the ceiling is fallen, the walls are starting to close.

The walls starting to close, the closing doth start,
I've been dressed most of my life but had no clothes at the start,
For the walls approaching closer, no grudge I hold in my heart,
For were they not closing in, they would be growing apart,
Neither of us know what the fuck I'm talking about,
I travel by lim-oh, you didn't know? I been walking around,
Sometimes I'm polite, but I suspect it's an act or a front,
Or maybe escapism from the fact I'm a cunt,
Rappers get drug, I leave em trailing behind me,
My life's a movie, and I got the trailer behind me,
I make the most of mine cuz I'm limited to 50, like I'm driving with a trailer behind me,
I had a busy couple years, uncovering mafia ties,
With corrupt politicians & gambling lies,
By the 24th it's all out, and it's reminds me of the ring, they better watch it, in 7 days somebody actually dies

No idea whether or not I should have capitalized
On the upward momentum I built, but decided against it, because I lacked, in my eyes.
And that was surmised by watching others succeed around me
Only to fall, to their deaths... whatever you wish to call it, I guess it's all for respect.
Why else would you be doing it for?
Gamble on the battle when you could be losing the war
To them, before you'd have a strategy. And now? Let's just say...
A pre-emptive strike's considered blasphemy.
However, I'm not lying into my past beliefs of what rap should be.
Why question the motives? If hindsight is 20/20, mine's perpetual focus.
I stood still, like time, in a photograph.
While holding that close to my chest, in secret, and they still can't find my sign...
...Like the Zodiac.
Got the world on my shoulders, looking like Crono's back.
Blursed, as they would say. Running away with their philosophies - there's no time to fasten my legs.
Playing sambo, colonializing from the African trades..
My history's as dark as those who had their own people be captured, as slaves.
The diary of a mad man... see it spoken, inside of text.
So Thor-like, the lines coincide with Scandinavian dialects..
Wise, and yet a lot to learn... lots of ground to cover.
His pride won't die, they will basically surround each other.
Go looking for refuge at the sound of thunder...
The sound of crackling ground wakes the sleeping giant from out his slumber
My past is like a blueprint to their future..
Died, but the reaper gave me another booster.
Now it's the Nega Scott... two people, only separated by evil thought.
Which circumvents the other until the point they don't even drop...
So when they ask me why I don't socialize.. it's because I feel it's pointless...
Confirmation bias is the only thing that you'll be enjoying.
But I don't wish to indulge, so it's best we probably avoid it...
This disregard is something their manufactured gods are annoyed with.
So be it. I talk about my trials as I see it.
Jot it down, chalk it up to a father that was not around
Or create your own narrative, as you see fit...
I speak with a certain jargon, so you can break it down into pieces, like...
Sound analysts, parsing into the sequence-type.
When I'm gone, you make sure you get your memorial speeches right.
The formula of a forgotten trade. My thoughts displayed
Like a Rorschach chart, then played... over and over - personified...
the sign of a Mockingjay. Prisoner of my mind, feel my inner freedoms are locked away.
But hey, I got to be brave.
"We'll speak for the dead", said John Kramer's protégé, as he talked, from the grave.
Which is nothing to the souls that he thought he could save.

I'm all of the rage,
leave em tied up making sure it's a wave
before they grow the balls to be brave enough to conform to the same,
I was born in the 90s, but conceived in the 80s like leg warmers n AIDS,
Got em fallin in flames, when I strike the pad they can't match it,
Preach what I practise, tantric,
But a lot of fools spray fake its a tan trick,
They go out the window with the Mic like blanket,
They're too negative, we're poles apart like magnets,
get spun round their axis, then we can bury the hatchet,
Ironic they drink themselves into caskets,
Take pills n think they're god for writing on tablets,
Society's screwed because we're greedy fucks, that's it,
All stalkin the bag like their dealers subaverage,
People in power are too evil, we can't be partners,
They give the name 'Golden Triangle' to the heart of darkness,
The feds just want a black pen - sharpie marker,
Now my stomach turns when I pass-da pigs - carbonara

Yeah, I ain't gonna let this get past 11 days...
Fuck putting it out... I'm here, to set the pen, ablaze.
Set it a fire and light a pyromaniac... while he's running around...
Came to the commercial estate I saw, from underground...
They were false-flagging, little ole me...
Saw it and took it as a sign of disrespect. This ain't what y'all are good at...
As a matter fact? It couldn't have been more obvious, y'all are just...
Copying the blueprint... printing them out, to your dossier.
Celph, he's been bossy, aye? NFT's are a thing, but Dame wouldn't Roc', with Jay.
He tried to put up his album, and almost got away.
Shawn filed a motion for it, said "Not today".
And me? I'm just interested in a battle between Conway The Machine, and Jimmy Iovine.
I mean, um, Jim Jones. Yeah. I don't know who decided that.
Either way, there won't be enough ammunition for 'em to fire back.
Say for, an assault rifle. I don't live in the realm predicated on what y'all 'might do'...
Don't get hype.... you may find that me, and this mic booth? Is a beautiful thing...
A rose upon the concrete, such a sight would cause the tulips, to sing.
Now, who's the king? And why has he regressed so quick?
Can't level up no more, see the floor is covered in excrement...
Left to lift the spirits of the souls that wander the testament
For guidance to the afterlife, with the visions prophets have blessed them with...
They can't be talking about the third eye, when I'm in the room...
Trying to kill the butterfly that's inside the cocoon
If the mind can assume it's power over the flesh, then it's empowering.
At least to me. Going beyond the aspect ratio that people see.
Seeking counsel, or revenge. Word to Max Cady. The raps daily...
Spinning a web... Don't need a lobotomy to get in their 'head'...
The rapport based off the semblance, instead.
The fight against your own democracy, the senators led...
Speaking for the voice of the Anons, pushing Reddit ahead
of the regulating body, I embody the ANTI-MONITOR.
Superhero, on earth. Walking around like a God, to us.
Thinking of Omni, crush Mark's perception of him... beat 'em
near inches from death, and then just left on a whim...
The darkness on the outside is a reflection, within. A excellent case study for...
bloody gore. Psychological warfare brought, upon your door.
Questioning your beliefs, now, that you're not as sure.

I'm not as sure, life's a beach but I'm not ashore,
Time sailed by on me but I shot an oar,
I keep a perfect joke in my bottom drawer,
Have you heard this one before?
If you answer without laughing you'll be the first mate,
What does a man with a stutter say to you on ya birthday?
Ha-ha-ha-
It's all jokes n games until I reach for a loaded guage n blow ya brains all over the backseats of a stolen range,
Seats stained, soaked then watch,
As we pull on to the hard shoulder, stop,
Kick em out the out the whip with a makeover, what?
Cuz their clothes went from monotone to polkadot,
I hold a Glock summat like a fashion designer slash mechanic & driver remapping attire,
Their ambitions like making "when we get out" plans with a lifer,
I don't sell dreams, I'm not a fantasist either,
Paint pictures, put in graft as a writer,
Caught bullets in my teeth n played catch with the sniper,
Strike major chords, they just fall flat n it's minor,
Some are obsessed with multisyllabic stackin in ciphers,
I can take it or leave it,
Maybe that's a lie or maybe I mean it,
Without a doubt I doubt everything from maybes to mean-its so when I say maybe I mean it,
If you read this n steal it cuz the flows berzerk,
Everybody's gonna know who really wrote the work,
So when you're left with a bill n haven't sold ya merch,
It's cuz you stole my rhymes & I stole em first

They look at me, say I'm "old as dirt"... I say, No wonder your wife is 'digging me'.
Quagmire face: giggity.
Yeah, I've been doing this since the days that Jay was called Jigga, B.
Shackled to the game, they ain't letting a nigga leave!
...OK. Then we gon' have a Mandingo fight. Thinking life's incandescent, it's only right that I bring it light.
But trust me, this isn't 'light work'. Tell Nikola Telsa...
My head's above water, while most people here? Would sink, under-pressure.
The ink, I would measure the distance been the veracity, and...
when it is linked to a scheme. So, normally when you see a bar set up?
It's already synced, in-between.
Flashbacks of Abraham Lincoln, believing in the abolishment of slavery...
Now, there's institutional ways to get what they're needing.
Passing fire since the pacifier. The pessimist's only cooking a passive fire.
Driving on his ambition, with flattened tires...
EMT's go to check the pulse of the crash survivors.
Moment of impact? Trying to avoid those trash one-liners.
Wasn't successful, they can't let go... need a middle man,
put the verses in escrow.
Or, usher new life, I'm watching 'em just grow.
No Man's Sky... take the property, I'd rather watch the whole land die.... then give em a piece.
They can't get rid of the beast...it's a daunting task.
Looking through the office glass, rocking a Jabbawockee mask.
Word... so much for identifying the perp.
Can't kill The Immortal - he'll just survive, in the hearse.
The second time, he dispersed to fight Omni Man
Then was left to die, while Damien Darkblood could have testified, on him first.
Perplexing. Not as perplexing as this pen in the hand...
Catch two doses a day, guess they say I'm the Medicine man.
I heard menacing and upped the voltage. It can't be shocking...
To say the least. Walk with the head, in hand, and parade the streets.

Parading the streets but it's never gay pride,
I'm all for equality so I drop a set of straight lines,
I was gonna write 2 'l's or 'I's in a row as some kind of a joke but then I realised it's as funny as dying alone,
I'-I'll- drop a couple of hyphens in though,
Make more than enough points, watertight with the flow,
Their_gaps_have_got_them_under_score_like_typing_i n_code,
Life as a whole seems like a lot of messing about,
Dudes act like bitches, trans actions, checking accounts, tell em to bounce,
They're on the playing field just for that extra amount,
But I got an RPG that'll level it out,
Propellin a round, turning em flat,
Propellers aren't round I'm pretty certain they're flat,
You'd think arguing with myself is stupid, worthless at that,
But it's normal, it's your make up as a person in fact,
2 lines of infantry fire shots in an internal attack,
he'll-lick-a-lot, he'll-lick-a-lot, then they're circlin back
6/10, interesting scheme but doesn't work if it's rapped

Howling at the moon, I gotta thank Thirstin for that...
If it wasn't for that eloquence, I wouldn't have kept my cursive, intact.
Speaking of cursive, it's a precursor when I curse in a rap...
Dehydrated from the drought, but it still makes up for the thirst that they lack.
Now, drought's a funny word (Not really), yet some can observe
There is a dry spell, so I go back to the well when I punish these words.
Waterboarding, if you will... let's see if some of them surf...
Surfing the web, with a needle, waiting for the dot com bubble, to burst.
That was at the turn of the millennium. Really, um, just
a young cheeky lad, like William observing Harry, when...
He wore that Nazi uniform for Halloween. Now, there began...
A rift between the two, but not like the rift when I bare this pen...
The anatomy of the work, it feels naked...
Strip it down to the molecular level, see if it still basic.
It's on the tip of the tongue, my son, they can still taste it...
Using academia to take hip hop clout, to surreal places.
Ask if it's working, at all. Nothing personal, dog.
But I cut through the bone, like Doctor Gordon, with a circular saw.
They don't know what A Quiet Place is, until these verses come off....
Working with bars on a more personal level, than an attorney of law...
Causing a paradigm shift between what they believed to be tangible...
As they scramble for a meaning, needing ammo, though.
Choke the game with a Rambo hold... decked out in the bushes, rocking a camo-coat.
Feeling sick of the anecdotal fake gurus, pushing their channels, so...
I'm watching the real, talk on appeal. Often, they feel it's necessary to rock...
a coat of armor, in case their karma is what's blocking their shield.
Went from banking on making bank, to filling up my pockets, with yield.
If business is in the cards? All hands on deck, until I got me the deal...
Word.. David Blane with the sleight of hand...
Technology started the movement, but what it propelled, is the rise of man.
Creating a disproportionate landscape for people who do
the bare minimum, and the billionaires, that are reaching the moon.
Only we can assume what's taking place, basically, is a race
to reach space. You see, they only got their egos, to prove.

Uh, and they railroaded Bill Cosby.
But these skills? Still godly. Look where these placebo Limitless pills got me.
Nowhere. I'm just trying to chill.
While they're eyeing the shield. Hiding behind the lies I've been constantly trying to reveal.
The mind is concealed inside of some kind of giant, for real.
Going back to the same predictions that the Mayans instilled.
Some kind of science, fulfilling prophecies behind the theory of design, so they feel
A lot better buying into that kind of a thrill.
However, I'm not sold. All those "Young" names they had? It got old.
But here I am, standing colossal. Over their idols.
Rock left to do Hollywood, but he's still holding the title. There's a duality you have to know...
So that you can own your survival.
use that motivation as a method of folding your rivals. The rat-race of life,
where the cheese is constantly over your eye-holes.
It's a mirror, broken. The fear, awoken.
He's still catching his breath. Feeling special, and yet, he'll try...
If any effort is left.
The secular rep of society is perpetual, 'cept...
There isn't always a black and white answer... tippy-toeing over your problems... -still.
Homey's not as chill... if they wanna dine.
Get your reservations, while you are waiting in line. This is the framework that my future had no way to define.
They talking about the simple math.
Fuck the reality, how it be has taken a different path.
And really, any interest that was garnered before... is harbored in such a way
it got the Harvard allure... Breonna Taylor was murdered, as plain clothes cops decided to barge in her door.
They say since she was a black, it was an act of karma, for sure.
As messed up as that reality is, those powers exist.
It's the struggle between, tightening up your buckle and feeding into the government's greed.
Ain't no discovery, see it up I got the weed plates...
Crack's no longer the drug of choice, junkie's out here who free-base...
On social media feed-states... to the degree, they...
Fiend-in a fix... you say culture appropriation don't seem to exist...
However, it's subtle... looking for a new way of life, now you're in trouble.
Pulling your thwarted perception out of the rubble...
Hear the pop? That's the sound of the bubble... and it's quick, it happens before
you can actually form your round, to rebuttal.
They say death waits for no man... it's the price it claims...
Once it's over, the driver will need a license change...
I am no Doctor, but I always knew, life? is Strange.
Lived a small part not knowing much, and much more of it, fighting pains.
Word... that's a tall order.
When y'all older... figure the shit's a game, make sure you don't fall for it...
Or you'll be tripping till the day that you die.
Ironically brain dead in an effort of staying alive.

Crazy on mic, when we go in booths,
Ah- Ah- Ah- Ah- staying a- we be Gs on a tune,
The crowd better react like they're paying heros their dues,
You know how people kill eachother cos of a bitch? I won't speak over boos,
I ditched the peacoat and shoes, pants, socks n the drawers,
had em shocked n appalled, carrying a ghetto blaster, wearing nothing but a lanyard saying "Doctor on call",
Playing TLC - No Scrubs on the hospital ward,
Actin like I've never heard the word "sorry" before,
You haven't known horror at all until the woman you were flashing in traffic slams your cock in the door and puts her sock to the floor,
I say sock cuz they take off their shoes at the wheel,
Which makes me wonder about the consumer appeal of a line of women's footwear with a removable heel,
Always an unusual feel when these scripts are written,
Tell extra-vert rappers, you know, punch in-a-bitch-in,
And they can catch a hook like fishin, I know that's super stupid,
I'm just saying I'm real, 2 real, I like to move it move it

Word, and move it they shall...
Move through a crowd like Blackwater. There's too many clowns... wishing to get the seat from me.
Well, not to be deep, but thee' only way they can do that?
Is finding opposition, or competition, I'll lose at.
Nah. Not a fatal oppressor.
Out of the shower smell, the say that I'm fresher. Catholic ties on the watch hands,
I'm just passing the time, the way that I bless 'em.
"Let me make a suggestion..." No, you cannot.
You'll bottom out, 'fore you can go to the top.
High definition. 16:9, ain't gonna show you the crop. The big wheels on the 6'4's look like Tonka's once they roll, on the block.
But this ain't a game of Tetris. I want the rings, like Mandarin, so, what you saying, Precious?
Hitting 'em slots, like a Vegas guess list.
Doin things backwards, chefs fillet the bread sticks, and garnish the dough.
Sacrificial lamb to the game, but that's something that these martyrs don't know...
Keep my company small, however, my opportunities are starting to grow...
From investments and real estates... shit, it's hard to go broke.
Slap the crooked face straight, tell 'em his life is over.
Drunken master that will fight you sober. Strike like a Cobra Kai composer.
I wasn't watching that show, but I know it's on stream...
Fast 5, I roll with the team.
You see the insignia - you SHOULD KNOW THE REGIME.
And if they don't? Then I mean, I told 'em to Be Cool... John Travolta,
I palm the toaster, and squeeze two. Superman, with Christopher Reeves view...
Planting new life, yet, what do these seeds do?
Other than waste my time. And that was basic line. Tell Optimus that he's facing Prime.
Like Amazon, you see the adjacent sign.
Stomping out grapes, inside of a giant bowl, 'till I make 'em wine.
Like J Lo, back when she was on A Living Color.
I'm kidding, brother. The writtens is what I've been giving suckers.
And in return? I've been getting a no-return address.
Been the opposition around, ever since I had learned to text.
Observe the bench once its on, beyond what they serving next...
It's ill... celestial being, head on fire - give you that Pepsi feel.
I ain't an actor or nothing, but, let's be reel...
I watch a lot of movies, as much as the next man, but I keep my best, concealed.
Inspector Gadget, with Penny, on the tech-arm.
Any modern commodity that they can catch-wreck on...
And I reck-KON that it ain't over, yet.
They heard the scythe dragging 'cross the floor - man, they know it's death.
Skull-face emoji, give you a bonus text. Exposing bones and flesh
The crypt-keeper of treasure, got Davey Jones, impressed.
With a series a features; that episodic flex!
Flex wanna drop bombs, Clue ain't relevant, any more.
So when opportunity comes knocking, they know it's on many doors.
Dropping that fresh rice... should be the frontrunner, of the Uncle Ben awards...
Proper keys, this is the Fanchen's remorse.
He played the "Rush E", perfectly. Villainy, classic.
The other guy he harped on was alright, yet, he still couldn't match it.
Dinosaur momentum here, man. The will is Jurassic.
Building the passion necessary to fulfill the synapses.

Dropping gems, every day, for those willing to grasp it...
Burn the empire to the ground, then, build from the ashes...
Another dying day. Dame Dash went and fought the case
for what it's worth, won, then looked in the eye of Jay.
They say a hidden dick anywhere is The Crying Game
Thinking out of the box, there's no way of keeping our mind restrained.
Words are nothing, but puzzle pieces. Discover features...
You never knew, reimagine its outlook n' become a better you.
Paid on time with the check, whenever the rent was due
Then used whatever was left of that money so that I could get some food.
Even if it had meant to do without, to provide shelter for
My family. Neighbors are just as poor.
See nothing, but dust whenever a sibling opens the cupboard drawers...
Rubbing our frigid hands, close to the open oven doors
And that's word to the low hanging fruit...
Eyes are nothing but sunken holes... exposed rib cage, over protruding stomach rolls.
Mom made sure to take care of me, though.
4 kids, braiding hair. She made it clear, while wiping away of face of tears.
A single mother, living in an apartment.
Still, buying us gifts. While working two jobs, a survivalist, which...
was inside of her. Ain't realize it, but now, as an adult....
I better understand the struggles she went through, and the results
Feel I'm a testament of generational wealth, giving through knowledge...
Gave me the tools necessary to make money and get into college.
Started paying bills, as soon as I had the dollars to...
Told me if I was to go get it, I better follow through.
For all they knew, I was the alcoholic,-brew off of getting down
to the empty bottle, then waking up on the lawn, for true.
Lampshade on my head, with a disheveled posture...
Bloodshot eyes, bigger than flying saucers.
Even then it was me, or them. An outsider before 'Digga and 'Won...
Told me if I were to branch out? Stick to my guns
And don't shoot, unless triggered. But it's best to holster yourself.
Give them a show, something those folks never felt.
They can say it's a hoax, if they wish. Supposedly this...
Is Frozen: Live theatre. Meaning? That nothing more colder, exists.
Sticking my fingers through that rotary phone, with a list...
of names in exchange for 'em to pitch something compelling...
Or the road that they switched to will be more like a tow, in a ditch.
I'm over it, this is like extracting light from a solar eclipse...
The supernova, adrift the cosmos... my thoughts so...
parabolic, it's like a solace for the lost souls...
They said a Catholic wouldn't wanna be on these 'cross'-roads...
The Vatican, splashing sheep blood all over his cloth-robes...
As he looks, in disgust. Placing all his faith in the books that you trust...
Fallen, hoping that symbolic cushions enough... to soften the blow...
Have all the confidence in the world that you can talk on it, though.
Speaking on the allegories of prophets, below any concrete evidence...
using logical prose to draw conclusions, until every opposing wall, is exposed...
Word... talk on the Mayans... they often confuse the logic
between the doctrine, and science. Going to the clergy, to offer their guidance.
In the ocular, I is the one that will walk among giants...
In your echo chamber, your version is sounding awfully bias...

It'll seem awfully bias when they bring out the informants with wires & I'm still stood calling em liars,
super cantankerous, make a pleb of myself,
but I love to stir it up, real petty LeBelle,
Somebody somewhere is getting a shell,
I got the gun bar formula, not like its hard to know,
you just need a cool sound, music reference & the bars a go,
Check - New strap, it goes "T - Pau!" when I spark the chrome,
Big hits when it sing, there goes your heart and soul,
Because T Pau sung 'heart and soul', a song I've never heard,
But the band & track name are a set of words
which are easy to use to pen a verse
expressing the fashion in which I let it burst,
Exotherm,
I rate the complex approach & all the extra work,
so I give credit to dudes like Celph cuz the respects deserved,
But I'll never grow out of putting bad jokes to offend em first, like
Your mum's a hill billy with jaundice, it doesn't get much worse,
she's yellow and inbred, they call her lemon curd,
I can't give a girl everything, my dick grows quite large,
You're good with 3-to-4 inches, you can go the whole nine yards,
On a real,
I split up with my ex cuz I couldn't go HAM up in her tight hole,
But she was nice, so I paid for a pilot who then sky wrote;
"Happy Birthday, your vagina's too small, it's over" in white smoke,
She did not appreciate me trying to end it on a high note

Word, and I'm a treat bitches like an inside joke.....
Doctor on call, dress her tonsils out in a white coat...
Took flight, Nickname: aviation, or Frank Abagnale
MMC: After they stepped, n' got left on the maggot trail.
Tailoring caskets are pointless, when your catching bodies
on such a scale, that they have to adjust to touching that rusted nail.
- repeatedly. It seems to me I will never get tired of this
I fire 'em shits at random Black Widows, n' still... I wouldn't 'miss'.
Will never retire, now that's a dirty word.
Slowed down, right after my 33rd. Reinvented the wheel,
to see how it'd feel, going over that learners curve.
Which created the curriculum - that's really all that you nerds, deserve.
I'm turning a page. Exercising dexterity.
Each set, deciding my clarity. This, right here, is a rare physique.
They feed in delusions, but never get full.
The Matador - I was expecting the bull. So, I'm going higher...
The executive's lull... got me chilling like true gods.
See, the façade? Is easy, assuage their fears, then reinforce 'em - like Luke Hobbs.
Kicking ass and taking names, it feels like two jobs
For me, it's more like a habit, I take this forum to new odds.
Who wanna blackball and ostracize? Hide under your blanket with a flashlight
... all you want, to avoid the look of the monster's eyes.
They act up, find you privately, then apologize.
I don't kneed dough, but for that bread? I'll fire up, n' watch the dollars rise.
Never rocked Hollister. But had me the American Eagle...
Will die on the same hill Adolf did to instill fear in the people
I know that's a sensitive topic, but bear with me...
what I'm mentioning off it, is although I'm not a fan... sometimes...
- this pencil, dislodges. And words come out that facilitate my mental subconscious.
You form your opinion before you ever get to its context, then demonize.
... my actions, using controversy as a point of reference...
And isolate it, while you completely avoid the sentence.
Well, that's cool. I still got a joyous presence.
Shared by the majority, and I use it, just to annoy you peasants.
Ugh. Talk about pulling the rug...
If you don't accept me with open arms, then you give these bullets, a hug.
As shell casings, drop. What do you make of Taut?
If you have an opinion, you can leave it, in the donation box.
Far from materialistic, and worshipping my bracelet rocks
Rather decipher the matrix, then be flustered over a Jacob watch...
Sitting on vacation, hot, somewhere, in the Jamaican spots
Lying down, being fed grapes, surrounded by naked thots
If their word is the gospel, then it must be according to Judas...
Bored, so I do this for you to use this as some sort of amusement...
Have to be careful what you say when you're in a position
to underscore the influence necessary to open doors, for the students...
Cypher Alumni has long been my Modus Operandi
They still can't believe it was orchestrated by one guy.
It makes no difference, the movement is just getting started...
I'm Hawkeye - seeing my targets.
They feel squeamish, but still read it, regardless.
Hanging off of every word - they're in need of a harness.
Excavating a reality that they've repeatedly tarnished...
Brush the remnants off the fossils, with a fine-tooth comb...
Escaping black slavery's the only history I condone.
But maybe that's close minded and I should accept it, since...
every moving part contributed to the abolition decree...
Blacked out, seeing half-lucid visions of me
Speaking out at a rally, desecrating their symbolisms of greed...
I'm far from an activist, so every bar that I rap, in which
I address political topics, has been on my conscience.
Treat each structure like written ebonics, directed at
the kids in the projects to shed light on the grim economics
affecting 'em. All that other noise, intercepted them.
Interject on the message, come to realize who to expect it from...
Finger over the button, bring the entire world into DEFCON-1
I don't care for familiar...
Truth is my oxygen, pollute the air that is filling up.
See if your booth will be still enough to stop what is coming...
Wondering how the population ever got to the summit...
If there wasn't so many whales, so many stocks wouldn't plummet...
But if it wasn't for the whales, most of you couldn't stomach it.
Got you pondering if it was legit... said buying GME
And shorting the hedge investors is finally crossed off his bucket list.
He went to sleep knowing he was a pioneer, and stared into the eyes
of the centralized empire before acquiring his lion share.

I am here, in this cypher, applying fear.
With sky notes, translated as missiles, whizzed by a pilot's ear.
I got the head of my enemies, on the front porch...
If we're talking symbolisms, my 'body of work'...
Is all over a chump's corpse. With the impact of Arslanbek's punch-force
Shit, I got a style Quasimodo has a hunch for.
I'm on the board, and there's no question that it's been a while.
Finna' sound crazy, but lately, I'm here to wake up your inner child.
Reckoning - Kramer v Kramer.
They're talking about a hit, but won't get onto it, until later.
Which, I mean, has always been cool with me.
I dropped out of class a long time ago, but you can schooled for free.
Come like the cable provider, fuck your ass up, sometime between noon and 3.
Drowning you, underwater. I am never giving you fools reprieve.
The sound of the opening ding couldn't have been more muffled...
Sickle on the blade won't just 'cut' you...
It will do a 360, inside of your arteries, and then pull your guts through..
The suffering won't be overcome.
If there's so many dope rappers that's out today, homie, show me one.
It doesn't take a Genius for me to know their dumb.
I'm just waiting on Royce to hit Mickey Factz and Lupe with a diss.
Because there's nowhere to go and run.
It's the equivalent of saying you quit after they try to pass you a loaded gun.
Not only is he built for this, but it's right up his lane.
You got two cats dissing you - why don't you fire the same?
He got on IG live, and tried to complain. Saying Slaughterhouse...
Didn't step in, and help him out, when you were the one that started the rift...
Now it's, "Woe it's me". But, enough about that.
I'd rather flash forward my opposition, and snuff out a couple of rats.
Or Tekashi's. That's the new synonym.
A bigger rat than Splinter, the flashing sign's saying, "Finish him".
The shit's a grim. I knock it off the net, like I was in Wimbledon.
I'm Barry Allen, however, I won't slow it down for you simpleton's.
My prime directive is crime detective: old school.
Got a habit of being avid, in keying. Tell MindFreak, "This is the magic you're needing".
Worst case scenario, they maybe read the opening lines.
That's why it comes with a hook, like the fisherman you were rowing beside.
Fly motherfucker, I mean, Boeing aside...
I must have Kenny's genes, cause they always try to kill me, but, I don't even die.
Ben Shapiro's fast wit, next to an asterisk.
Plus some stupid rapping shit to interplanetary travel with.
A key, is more like words I'm playing mental Scrabble with.
Break it down in a pool of my thoughts, then use the lower half to paddle with.
F5, refresh, refresh... you sunk my Battleship!!
Who has the deer in the headlights look when they're onto a game?
Let me rephrase, who here gets that rush when someone's calling their name...
Just to be unplugged, and realize that it was all in their brain?
All you living by your Falsehoods, step to the right.
You hear your message, despite your own reservations...
That you expect in the light, only for it to shine and be too strong to manage.
Who has the mod mechanics? Who's trying to rob Atlantis?
Oh, feeling uncomfortable. Under robes.
In the dead of winter, wearing your summer clothes.
So many gatekeepers. It's a problem we can't ignore when you're enduring
the brunt of your plight. And they make you run for your life.
I got problems. I shoulder it, the weight of the world...
In stand still. It doesn't make sense if it ain't gonna twirl...
My mantra is being content. If I don't got it? I strive for it.
That's my pride and joy. If I have it? I'll die for it.
True to the core. How the hell do you expect to be different if you are the norm?
If they gave you orders, then you would conform.
See me, this dude wasn't born with a silver spoon, hanging agape.
Rather be the anti hero in my own story, then for them to hand me a cape
And be a part of the status quo. You fall to pressure?
It's over. Keep drinking the Kool-Aid, hoping to be woke.
My pockets were empty, until I did the unthinkable.
Black and educated, I went after my credentials
Built my portfolio, and even though it's tanking, I'm cool with it.
You either get left in the water, or jump onto that moving ship.
Dude is slick. Well, I told you it wouldn't be easy.
Levels to this shit - you'll need a cheat code in it, to see me.
Opposition like chess pieces, and I don't play chess.
I'd rather give 'em that Hot shit, and run it to press.

Disciple said it was boring when you're rapping with your Celph...
The poor isn't enrichened when there's an absence of your wealth
Love yourself, unconditionally. And aspire to reach the height of new feats...
Keep spitting that fire and preach, so that you can retire, in peace.
Or leave, in pieces. They seem facetious. Spitting the same.
Figure they'd saturate their market with their ridiculous names...
Went from being prophetic, to taking an interest in chains
To that symbolic connection to slavery...
Comes with every inch of disdain.
Don't have to be next to the cross. Preaching the catholic faith, while hiding behind the secular cloths.
They take any information contrary as a disrespect of their gods..
And wonder why the trajectory is only one way...
Say that, you can rest on a Sunday. Passing the collection plate around...
All the preachers jewels, with the architecture, to weigh 'em down..
How two years ago is much different from what they're saying now...
How Kenneth Copeland is able to fly his private plane around...
Through generous donations, they'd much rather watch the savior drown
in a pool of procrastination... to make those tax-free havens, proud.
have a look at your pastors station...
Ejaculating over your beliefs is a form of hands free masturbation...
I'm more disturbed by the rule then the idea of it...
Cure all your ailments, and therefore, the Christian readers love it.
Take it with a grain of salt, spread it over your recipe.
Bless is he, whom questions what his altered perception, sees..
Word... only describing how they hold it over your head
So, you're alone, in this felonious climate...
And if you know you'll survive it? and feel like a soldier that has to shoulder a private...
Just know the reality is much different for those that describe it...
Dropping ones in the Gentlemen's club, to get 'em a tug.
One day with the stripper, the other day praising heaven, above.
Treat morbid addiction like a medical drug
Avoiding years of sobriety to disengage a wedding, of love.
They can't speak the truths I wish to hear, and for what it's worth
My temperament, is starting to change.
If there's one thing I've learned, is that karma, is strange.
Tug on my emotional chords, sacrificing time to devote energy, over the boards.
Expediting the process, and I'll show no remorse.
Immigration papers for the game, like a phony divorce.
I didn't do it to get across... nah, they asking me
About past beliefs and my actions, siege reactions against the catholic priests.
Oh... you fake gangsters getting out of retirement, now.
Won't flap your gums in your circles when I 'am around'...
Might have been down before, the sound of war, inviting these clowns
To artificial affiliation, place the X, there - right on their gowns.
Sinus's bound to flare up, feeling sick, with the flu.
If I die? I STILL wouldn't switch positions, with you.
All on the ground floor, man, you wishing you blew.
I'm posted outside, making sure the ammunition goes through.
The last renegade, targets ahoy.
A marksmen, it's hard to avoid when the shots reign down, and no armor's deployed.
Right the testament on the papers, to the iconic majors.
Right down to the dynasty, bound to pass on its honest favors.
Turned bravado after hearing Lupe was dropping lasers.
Went back to the roadmap, and know that I got these haters.
In the position I want 'em to be, Muhammad Ali.
Feel dominant, see me bobbing and weaving, the same way he talked to Frazier...
It's a cold world; suit and ties aren't welcome here...
On my deathbed, make sure equitable wealth, is shared...

If my wealth is shared - after hopefully going out as a hero,
My whole family will struggle when their houses are repo'd,
I've been cold, been warm, n I can tell em straight;
my ideal temperate range is about 15 degrees centigrade,
15 times 9 over 5 in parentheses,
Plus 32 gives 59 farenheit which then completes,
Quite easily the most pointless, pathetic scheme, it's likely you'll ever see, true shit,
If they knew in advance, I doubt weather he'd go ahead n read through it,
Pythagorean lyricism, it doesn't add up if you don't tri,
But when you do, you can go off on a tangent n they still co-sign,
They're tryna sell hi-res recordings of lo-fi,
They take notes when we meet and I know why,
They're just keeping minutes to study in their own time,
Some rappers write like parasites on faux highs, their thinking goes like;
When your audience are cocaine addicts chasing dope lines it isn't hard to blow minds,
Pretty tired of fake martyrs preaching aggressive religion,
I'm not for any existing widely-accepted method of thinking,
antidisestablishmentarianism,
cuz it's a hell of a mission defending the wisdom of a necro-physician

The record will glisten.
Kill my foes; this is RapBattles: The Dexter edition.
I'm everything an extrovert isn't.
From quiet, to peace. I am released, like the Kraken, and I'm dying, to feast...
on entrails, while you riot, in streets.
Attack like ISIS-K, while president Biden, silently, speaks.
That's not the narrative. Talking big game on a POV-camera, wherever a Karen lives.
Get both sides (or just mine) for you derelicts.
Then post it, online. On time. Leave my side of the story shrouded, in arrogance.
The poster-child for brain-fog.
Threw the controller on the ground, but, refused to turn the game off, with that lame sauce.
Still on the same boss. Couldn't save it. The final level, and I ain't cross.
But that's catholic talk. Realized Jennifer Lopez was given Affleck, a thought.
Left A-Rod hanging, like tow hitches, and it takes two to tangle. Cannot..
Gang up on Taut, nah. Wouldn't recommend it.
Fire on all cylinders, they couldn't represent it.
Break it down to the fibres and still, hide in its grill.
Open it wider, until I can fulfill sliding both of my Karl Kani's, inside of his bill.
It's the summer time - why would I chill?
You'll settle for 9's, but I? Got my eyes, on the mill.
Mind wandering every 3 seconds. Blame it on social media and these little teen peasants.
Maybe I just seem jealous... about it. Every key sentence...
about it, like VladTV questions...
Yeah, doesn't wanna be seen. Possibly an angle...
To avoid litigations, or somebody watching him get strangled...
Either way, I admire the hustle. I am doing the same.
They wanna throw you in the game, on a freeway, with too many lanes.
If you could exchange your life for somebody else's, then, you are deranged...
Police interrogations, you don't know what they can do to your brains
It's psychological warfare, you're sitting, uninitiated...
Getting what you want, 'till your testimony, and written statement.
And then, you're given cases. Or wearing a wire.
Under your shirt, scared they will fire.
Enough tension in the room to air out the ire. Afraid of a jury giving you life.
Did your dirty in the open, but not a witness in sight.
However you fucked up. The shit you did, you spit on a mic.
Your decisions got you up late, thinking, at night.
What you could have did different, despite the cards you were dealt.
Wondering what could have happened, trying not to be hard on yourself.
Looking back at the bars, your friends turned on you when you were calling for help.
Doing it on your own, since your 'homies' disregard how you felt.

Pardon the stealth, my armor far from marginal health
Every line ahead of your time, designed to target your help...
And decimate it. Forget the basics, I take the text with perplexing statements..
SMS Message matrix - let's see if you can S-M-H this.
Word. And that's another word as I demonstrate its...
Story arc, for those corny marks who wish to lessen greatness..
Certain requirements be to sit in this seat
And if you don't got it? You're washed up; rinse and repeat.
Since the elites conquered, I'm hitting the streets... the toll, emotional
My lane carved out on the path, the road I'm supposed to go
Can overload. I walk upon it, cracks form...
Feeling Frieza, in his last form. The one to give you the shirt off my back
And keeping you cats warm. But don't get it twisted...
In a flash? You can get slashed on. Barry Allen vs the roster of Capcom.
My past, gone. Yet, my future? Is glowing.
Me and the present had a mutual moment... feel the veracity when I'm spitting fire, to my opponents.
With the fast hit, you knew it's Adonis. But we're not talking Rocky ish.
We're talking about how that rocket, lifts.
Elon on one side, Mark Cuban on the other, as opposites. To build their own metropolis...
in space. Encased in a pool of gold.
I believe they can do it, though. Raise profits. But hey, it's your funeral... if you don't believe in it.
2024 is the dawn of a new era; battle of geniuses.
Not saying that they're the benchmark. Fly on the wall, as loud as a rocket about to commence, part.
Tying up loose ends, regardless of how long it takes.
Ain't no common mistakes. Allahu Akbar, before the warmth of Muhammad's embrace.
Legs riled up, if y'all wanna race.
Daylyt took spawn, and tattooed it, onto his face.
So if you think you are crazy? There are crazier.
You probably got a couple of them in your area. Standing there, while they stare at ya.
You're too scared, in your car, to get out of it...
Hold the mirror up. Could be psychopathy, sociopathy, or there parents weren't there enough.

The rarest cuts, the diamond is ill where I'm finna' chill...
Got a couple of 40's outside, it's time to widen the grills.
Not a lot of people out there with my kind of skills...
Photo-realistic imagery, sit back and admire the stills...
Flash photography of the God MC.
Probably get awestruck. Legs wobbly, that there is a nod to me.
Break your neck. Wait for the Limitless pill placebo
you were popping out there, to take effect.
The cheat code in this bitch, I stay correct. Fuck all the horse tranquilizers ...
that they inject. They say the depth to the paper, it ain't a threat.
I beg to differ, come see one key..."open" your mind.
You're gonna get doper, with time. Drown in the ass kicking onslaught, homie,
you know it's sublime. You're gonna soak in each line
and whether or not you get drunk off of flow that I rhymed, it's cool.
It's a little moment , of mine. Battleground rap era hip hop, where the opponents, decline.
If they ain't see the billboard, I'll show them the sign.
A soldier, designed to fight the coldest wars; trojan horse.
Greco roman force. The trinity, you can't be the one if you don't hold the source.
If I die? You best believe I'll leave a gorgeous corpse.
Pull the head from the neck, n' twist it - that's extra sick shit.
It's jarring to see. You witnessed it happen, yet, to your mind, it's still hard to believe.
Every bar that you see makes it harder to breathe.
You overdose. A star on the team. Rolling with the crew, no way to mar the regime.
Goodfellas, get it while you sit, with your back turned...
Did a couple of verses from every rap learned....
You cats earned a spot in the cemetery - that facts, firmed...
Throw you in the lake with the fishes, bitches, go catch worms.
Your career shorter than Spud Webb. In the neck of the woods, but I love head.
If you're coming up with enough bread? Enough said.
Became a legend off this forum with one thread, the seamstress is pulling the string.
Was a rap-a-lot nerd before this bulletin thing...
Left the crown jewels and now dudes got to look at the king.
Shit's encrusted. From the diamond to the fine-shining necklace...
Took notoriety off my checklist. Feeling Precious, yet this ego getting harder to toll...
Removed the hydra's head and then took the jar on the road...
Pardon my foes, I rock crowds and make 'em my target, at shows...
Shooting until they're losing the will to fight back - leg and arm, gets exposed.
Anderson Silva kick... f'real, after more than a decade, homie, I'm still legit.
Got the Tetris blocks I was building with... while their rapper pockets where filled, with lint...
Bonafide hustler in here. Nobody is killing Flynt.
Build dreams and shatter them... that's the way it goes.
It's how I made my foes. They wanna say I'm Ghost.
Now, that's OK... to most. However, I don't agree.
That kind of insubordination ignites the fire in me.
It's down to the wire, wonder what I can achieve.
Too many kids died in here, there parents got to find their reprieve.
I'm here to let the dynasty breathe.
Cypher Alumni's been fighting these weaklings'.
It's only a matter of time before they find out the sequence.

They'll find out the sequence, but to get to the cracked code,
They gotta keep smoking til nothings left, that's the crack code,
Keep tryna break the chain til they're Django'd,
If light came from the dark does that mean we're all black owned?
As a topic, that matters dark to touch,
I asked the gods but they're way too busy farming us,
When no answers appear, self harming does,
Sometimes I feel like checking out myself like Narcissus,
Maybe I really used to be charming but I jumped on the party bus & started drugs,
I don't understand half the fuss of crypto, those breddas can keep it,
hows it amountin to so much whenever it's peakin?
I'm remembering reading why they're all sending, recieving, investing their P n spotting 'used by pedophiles' as one of several reasons,
straight face, that's less than semi facetious,
These fools facilitate their payments to be getting a fee quick,
Then whatever they mined, move it, like telekinesis,
They'll become regretful if greed is not addressed as a weakness when these predators see fit to hunt their nephews n nieces,
Did it all for the bits, but they ended in pieces

look up, it's coming, run for cover i tell some others when i'm skeeting when i'm yeeting
pull out the subwoofer and tweeters when i'm over speaking weekends when i'm keying
sleeping until the crows roost and the roosters crow callucci luigi mario with the pump
i caught the chainsaw on my sleeve and let the shooters blow cartridges nintendo
thrown out sauce yeah i'm on that boosted show, super slow like bigfoot stomps
screw walking up i'll do the call-in jokes with a mail-out courier like post malone
he ain't a female bride but he'll shotgun you while you're bedwetting on a stump
i'm not the einstein to talk to when it comes to surgery injurers or parabolas
but your sister's playing nurse and her costume sets are fishnetting for the dump
and i ain't teach the buglers to blow but i'll delete her google on low, no cameras
swag on drip juice swiv with the piv on lucid livid group yahoo pro quid cum laude
flow squib when i rip bones off the home crib, no octopus and the squid cumquat

*hold up to quote donut i'm up on your home phone selling bones from your own crib on your couch
hitting your cigs while i sit in your chair and put two on your dome quick, don't knock i'm in ya house
we pushing over things that sat on tables like cups and bowls like a bunch of hypocratic oaths
nah, mattafact, we're just some diplomatic oafs but we don't give a fuck and we'll blow down your blouse

Me? I'm just chilling, man. Wholesome as fuck.
But if you toss out my dirty laundry? Bro, I'm folding you up.
Shit is state of the art ass kicking. Shit you don't wanna touch.
They know it's robust. Pulled that shit out of the archive, let me blow off the dust.
All y'all, with your word salad? Observe talent.
Ain't gonna ever confiscate votes from your nerd ballot.
Rather keep it in buck - you people corrupt.
It's your TV screens that you need to adjust, wondering why I've been keying so much.
It's because these doors open, but opinions stay hidden.
Just a shell of the former selves, doing anything just to fit in
Square hole? Meet round peg.. they're the falsifiers to testify.
I come in like Book of Eli, leave the shop smelling like death, inside.
Treacherous. Shit is effortless, record is purely dexterous.
Forward thinking. Why, yes it is. While you figured it's just a diss.
I'm writing my manifesto, making history on the page...
My youth turned out to be smithereens in my angst.
Yet, I don't apologize. It was natural. How am I 'sposed to be happy...
- knowing most of you have been acting, so my reaction's tyrannical.
If you're looking for the smoke, you can get it; don't have to ask for it.
Even when I wasn't trying, I was still pushing out classic shit.
With the snap of a finger - Thanos ish. Crush planets, spit
The venom that they can't manage, have your entire body, in bandages.
Say hello to the Mummy. Brendan Frasier with the caliber.
Jumping on your dome, like Mario, needing a power up.
And I ain't doing this shit for free, see a key? I need me a thousand bucks.
Push your wig right to the back, attack like the Shaolin Monks.
Jealousy is a breeding ground for resentment - it doesn't add value.
You waste your energy over something they wanna pull out you.
And you foster it, like the Manson family. My plans demanding me
To be the man. While y'all fly with the Peter Pan mentality.
Keep it kosher, the crown can get heavy. It weighs me down...
To the ground, but I'm ready. The barrel's long, and the rounds just as deadly.
All you clowns are not the IT factor. Let me be clear.
Reflections in mirrors. And I haven't been resting, in years.
Which kept me ahead of my peers. Experience death of careers
Body counts and flawless records appear.
The world's my audience, but really, I don't expect 'em to cheer. It's already been solidified.
I know it's fucking with their pride. They really wanna get inside.
They're playing checkers. I'm here, keeping chess alive.
Shouldn't come as a shock that fanbase has been electrified.
But hey, that's part of the culture. A man of his word...
Is an advantage, deserved. Tried to kill me, I don't think that it worked.
Blackballed and ostracized. Rendition of DJ Vlad, living vicariously through all of those Ex-Mobster lives.
Dropping dimes, washed up. Wanna talk stuff. Comments appear.
Awe shucks. One interview, they got a career.
But I digress on that, leave it up to the imagination.
How many real mobsters alive live behind their fabrication?
Honest question. You out here, catching a falling knife.
Me? I fought depression almost all my life.
Listening to Lavar Ball, despite his eccentric demeanor; he's dropping jewels.
While the thots sit out in the bleachers, be watching dudes.
And you know they wanna fuck, because they were copping nudes.
Only to realize it's the bait to make dollars off of you.
So who's the prostitute? When, at the end of the day, it is what got them loot.
Bitches on their IG, while bitches telling 'em, "Talk your truth!"
It's cold world, old girl. They wanna see you fail.
If they want to see you rest? It's to be on a bed, of nails.
Bitches pussy's be getting railed, while the dudes you look up to?
Personalities frail, that's why institutional power prevails...
Keep the money in the same wealth pools, learn how to swim...
Pockets stay big - you don't get that in the gym.
That's old school cool and giving that to your kin.
When life gets hard? Your parents tell you, "Don't take it on the chin".
Feel like Birdie, Above The Rim. Big cigar, and a grin.
Been sacrificing my entire life, when do you 'martyrs' begin?
Thick skinned. My reality they can't fathom, so they fantasize.
Can't walk in my shoes, and will never have a chance to rise.

i got a knockout swooped up that can leave your crooked tooth gapped
muai thai smash on all your goofy pub brutes and let the booths cash
bootstrapped, knuckle cracking, i keep the loose one for your pool splash
buck lacking goons slash and leave your goose done for the jewel snatch
crowning the whole thing baking nutso when i'm down like oreo creme
living in 8 bit monotone during the stereo scream or the sound screen
drowning out the evil inveigling of the stranger thing changelings
praying that the pound spraying ain't rounded out before the blood raining
easy wrangling out the finagled hammer bang angle on flager slanging
ain't no gang ganging when i'm hanging out with your dome dangling
out the scosa i can take your spirit like the soul's star spangled casa nostra
boy's a land shark off of graboid kinda of thing that scares off the horror
give you tremors like kids chugging soda, while sparking canniboid cultures
infusing our youth with terrible futures that are full of a self-absorbed plight
half my life under smashed lights spent with computers and shelves of abnormal minds
hooking up their wires to dead wives like the futile vultures and goblins behind aurora
mining bitcoin like solomon when it came to dropping atom bombs in sodom and gomorrah
i seen the apocalypse in the immortal wounds of sky-less eyes that seek demise
in impossible rhyme kamikaze that illuminati can only swoon to in the bleak sacrifice