Keystyle Cypher!

Yeah, fuck 'em... no police, or the yellow tape...
Yelling euphemisms for freedom, behind a metal gate.
My hand goes up in the air, then closes into a fist...
To symbolize the handcuffs that should be placed around Zimmerman's wrist...
When he dies, may the man rest in a hole, of Skittles and piss.
How can I not be cynical about racism, when it exists?...
So bluntly in front of me? Bigotry and vitriol
need Gopro's strapped to your chest...
So they don't plant no shit on you, at an arrest.
Shit is crazy, they be blasting their techs
And intimidating your families, so you decline if you're asked to confess.
Too many shit we have to address...
Black stigma in the news, your views attacked in the press.
That's why there's a mass to protest, on Capitol's steps.
Word... they ready to execute you. So death is usual.
If you're on your own. Go from walking down the street to a funeral home.
I don't care who's on patrol...
Every day there's somebody losing their soul to the red and blue, so you know
it's a body, no matter who's gonna go.
400 years is enough to teach us that we can't do this alone.
I ain't try to preach to nobody... just saying it can be your last day when you leave from your lobby.
Then make it seem like a robbery.
You see how they did Aubery. He hit the street to go jogging...
Three men jumped in a vehicle, following... said he was fleeing, n' shot 'em.
And that's not seen as a problem?
Kyle Rittenhouse getting off scot-free after a like-AR-15 has been on 'em... ???
My middle finger erected, n' about to explode...
They ain't ready for what I'm pulling out, to expose...
Skeleton's my in closet, dangle... hanging off at an awkward, angle.
Broke from my mental chains of oppression, like I was watching Django.
They got the jangle, now they need to match the steps.
Breaking down this formula symbiotically, they will catch their deaths
If words evoke pain and feelings the same way a fist does...
Then don't be surprised by what happens when I put this up...

https://youtu.be/I4UiDlja4eY

Life started off easy, believe me I truly miss it
As an adult life is hard and I've talked with God
And I'm gifted
Real shit I've lived it
This is the realest, I flip literal lyrics
The streets hear it
I bring the type of heat that makes you see spirits
You shouldn't be careless, your arrogant appearance lacks a Pharaoh's sense
I reign like a Errol Spence over you ferrel gents
Let the singing of eyes on the Sparrow commence
I'll stomp ya,. I fly higher than the green monster
Just right of the foul pole is how I conquer
I'm built from stronger material like tonka
And have been known to get more aerial than Blanca
Scratch off the serial to this Choppa
Then I'll let it sing like an Opera
After I do my thing the cops come
I know my options and I'm not dumb
I know where I can stash the hot gun, no problem
Then I disappear like an email from Hilary Rodham
Into the Knight like Gotham
you into the night to save the day and think you're awesome
Just another unsupervised kid who lost one...

Slow unwinding. Watching the fruits of my labour, grow.
Made it so I'd takeover on a 10:1 ratio
Whether that be defending the dream of becoming something they ain't expect.
Or breaking the mold and taking the only thing that they can't protect.
Played my cards close to my chest, I mean, that's hands on deck.
Not really a fan of the scandalous; they can't handle this
Manuscript bolted to the foundation, and holding steady.
Should've known I'm ready. To the beat my drum - you're blowing on old spaghetti.
That's food for thought you're given. Especially if you've been famished
Going up against the opposition. Stop and listen to the creaky stairwell.
When it comes to hand to hand combat, most of y'all won't fair well.
Night vision goggles; operation: terror cell.
Live from the Terrordome. You can smell the pheromones
Of the dead, when their spirits claimed.
Living rent free, inside of your parents brain.
Careless, aim it out the window. You ain't ready for when I air this thang.
Big-headed; MODOK - have a look at your fearless king.

Have a look at your fearless leader.
Whether opposition, or close friend, I ain't hearing either.
Front-running from the beginning...
Think they're stunning I give 'em a Chael Sonning submission...
Bad Guy. Son, there's a difference.
I can see the sun, from the kitchen. Like Sara Palin can see Russia from a distance.
A hustler, on a mission... it should be obvious how
I embody the style of walking around the obstacles bound to stop me from piling bodies up out
of poverty. Thousands follow me like it's IG. Remind me why that's important?
Real hip hop, I'm back to support it.
Tell you clowns that this is the Big Mac that you ordered.
Ain't no small fry. If you feel like ringing it in, I'm disconnecting the call line.
Y'all mine from the get go, I know you wanted peace.
Looking at you like, "How you gonna call police?"
Cause you an informant. However, with balls this deep?
I'm willing to risk it. And this shit? Is sitting off its peak.
Tell the pornographer plumber, there's no way to stop this leak.
And any cheesy acting on it, is obsolete.
Word. Firing off like I'm trying to retire your boss.
You require something much higher to get that wire across.
So many edges, where I preside, is embossed.
The situation is looking dire. Deliverance. Squeal like a pig.
Tie you to a tree if you honestly believe you are big.
Rope you around and knot it onto your vehicle's rig.
Boom. If there's dirt to be discovered? Then, we gonna dig.
There's just nothing to it. Pyrotechnics sparked
the line, diluted by other fluids. Scooter Braun in a cruiser,
nodding to Budden's music.
City of God, Lil' Ze, just rubbing a bloody pool-stick.
I'm of the impression... if somebody does something they shouldn't
Then it's disingenuous to ponder the question of your consequences, on the transgression.
You should come to accept it, calmly. Expressing anything beyond that, is extra.
Don't lie to yourself.
I did it on my own, without societies help.
Watch the world burn; the pariah's will melt.
Then the books prophesizing the events of the apocalypse will fly off the shelf.
Whether the Mayan's predicted it, or it's impotence.
You could get the gist of its nature from an inference.
Change the theory to fit the narrative.
Making it appear as if the downfall of mankind was propagated from arrogance.
And there it is. A bigger fallacy than the institution of marriage is.
Feel the wrath of an anarchist, smiting down on your righteous clowns...
Type to clout-chase... a slave to your need for validation...
A farce like getting your tutorial knowledge from How To Basic...

Ready for anybody's critique - I ain't too proud to face it.
Down to take it, cause I know nobody allowed me placement.
Went in like it was mine. Even if anxiety climbed
To the roof, inside of my mind. I was made for a higher design.
Got a calling and I answered it, like a homebody.
Growing pains but the flow Godly. I've been killing the whole job, b.
Shit's like home robbery. I'm taking the television.
Went in this and realized that the couch, chairs, and the bed is missing.
AND the kitchen, anything not tied down to the floor.
Put it in a rented van than ransack for thousands of more.
Then we're out of the door.... look no further
broke the server when they found the allure... charm ridiculous...
24 karat gold on the pharaoh's throne. Uh. Even the parents known
since time the kid could embarrass hoes...
Got 'em weak in the knees, they be like Derrick Rose.
Yet, they can still get this foot long, we calling that Jared Goals.
Hash tag, hash tag - no mediocrity.
Omicron rampant, they ain't breathing properly. These keys are Oxyclean.
See thee' hypocrisy - no way to curtail it.
Talking out the side of their face, ain't no way to prevail it.
I drop bars on cop cars and watch it crack the foundation open...
Silencer on the muzzle, can't hear a mouse fart when they approach it...
Make your voice heard. She be like, "Oh, the humanity"!
It's crazy they be watching and still don't know the insanity in it.
Enough sick to fill the family clinic.
I got a plan for you when can you a visit.
Must have broke the code, cause I don't ask, and she still hands me the digits.
And I left with it, like an Akademiks flick, on the podcast of Fresh and Fit..
Or the Copywrite Strike they decided to hit Spencer with.
I'm an old soul, but I hold this snow globe in my catchers mitt...
"Rosebud"... it drops to the floor, no Orson Wells.
Small investment got me on par with the 500 fortune sales...
Kidding... but the truth lies somewhere in between...
Canadian boy... trying to live out the American dream...
And if there's some C.R.E.A.M, I'm-a Raekwon Chef up the spot...
Hear the shots rang out when he crept up the block.
Shotty, backwards, over his shoulder. Militia-soldier like...
Cold as ice. M.O.P, nigga's be rolling dice.
And shooting up the club like Shyne in his prime...
Prior to catching priors and time, the thought was there inside of my mind.

Can I write this? Sure, bounce back in this and type s'more
Snack around this fire, I aspire for the slightest char
I'm back on this pen like a spinal dipped in venom, venting,
Violent visions, get them, it's a spectrum there's no science for
Self-inflicted damages the sacrificial price of war
Canada's the coldest with the flow, been admired for it
Following the legend, demi-Nephilim, the crisis source
And we ain't seen the final form of Celph, the triumphed cypher lord

Now that Nigma is back... it's time to punch black holes through faces..
To those who say it's 'not the journey, but the destination'...
Yet, they ain't 'going places'.. have a long way to go to get good graces...
Food for thought. Their entire delivery's tasteless.
Hard to visualize the modern world as a dystopia.
Using subject matter curated on topics not known to us
And still able to leverage momentum, while they're trying to shoot the trajectory.
Got such a checkered past, I broad stroke all the inequities.
Talk about painting a narrative. If that were the case, I'd carry it..
Straight from the horses mouth, right to its precious chariot.
Riding over stones cast from the helm of the Synagogue.
Lay siege to the wage subsidies they've been living off....
With one blow... freeze frame... picture perfect, how can it be?
You plant roots long enough, and the masses will come, organically.
They may have got a bad wrap, however I'll let the presence unfold...
The voice of reason you hear is much different than the one that you know...
Been wondering, though. How deep does their deception lie?
If sleep's the cousin of death, they won't have trouble finding someone to rest beside.
Those who speak half truths and spread the message, like pesticides
Get left alive long enough to realize they're still dead, inside.
Oh it's priceless. Believe me, baby, it's priceless.
Always been on my job, 365 overnight shifts.
Live from the malignant fallacies, they walk across like balance beams.
Wondering how I pass on their offers when my ego's a bout more challenging.
Descend from the ivory tower and let a hundred thousand in...
They look like ants from here, but down there, it's 'empowering'.
Or endearing. Staring at the mirror-reflection...
Looking back at you, glaring.
It's a trove of treasures when you're baring the weight of the world, so effortlessly.
Behind a veiled curtain to obscure the perception they see.

Damn my brother richie even came back @Celph Taut

Start to... write the free,
Each line gettin scribed with ease
Jeez,
Why stay hiding when I'm a fright to see
Might be rising up the heights of Christ,
But not worthy
Thirty-three, guided to precise degrees
Stay seated in the sky, theres some sights to see
Since the species in decline, that's a rise for me
Peace that's in my mind is why I write unique
Repeat it every time... Like the Knights of Ni
Sheesh, switch it up to keep this goin,
Breath the toke, deeply, and proceed to boast
Cause I...
Got that breezy flow like the beach and boats,
Where they meet the ocean
Preaching till the seeds arose and leaves unfold
We see what's growing
Took a peak, and now we've tweaked a clone
Needle-nosed evil, what I reap, I sew
Protein-mixed flows, bleeding hemoglobin, genes and fangs of demons
Chains are leashes, beaten for the secrets that we'll keep as ghosts
Even though the price that's on my head could feed the globe
I'm money off the top and bright as Shady when he bleached it gold

Uh. Put that right in the preacher's soul.
Tell 'em it's gonna be a feast, for sho'. But each their own.
The creature roams inside of me - I can't keep it home.
I'm paying for my sins with dividends from these evil woes.
Slave mentality for a long time, now it's freedom goals.
To a path of broken glass, to walking upon uneven coals...
To heat exposed up from my nether-regions, in the freezing snow
To leaving roads uncharted because you don't wanna see the tolls.
Asking for change to get spit at, and get that in exchange...
For compliance, is maddening. Brain can't handle when you're masking the pain.
It's whatever, sometimes. Battling flames and breaking the glass...
Watching your reality crash through the pane. Blow it back when you grasp the butane.
You laugh since theirs is like throwing a lit match, in the rain.
Gets soggy, before it splashes away...
Conducting a masterclass of social science to keep their reactions at bay.
The feelings spectacular. Deal with the affable, in a laughable way.
A maniacal mixture of poetry to pull you back from that crackling tray...
Oh, they like to cook? @Spoken so PERFECT-ly, he might as well write a book.
My Compositional Standard is to listen to grandeur,
And juxtapose, in a sinister manner.
Administer grammar with the same institution of Thor, as he's lifting his hammer.
Don't mean to speak grandiose statements, or talk on folklore...
However, I lift it like Captain America did, after summoning Mjöllnir
'till normal doctrine is no more. No ceilings and no floors.
Subject myself to a deposition, and laugh through the whole course.
Plead insanity. Key organically fruitful enough on these cypher boards to feed humanity.
And then some. This pen comes like the Omicron.
Holding onto that last strand of hope, as your ambitions row along.
Find the inspirations to go beyond.
Felt like the only calm person, knowing these phony con cronies sold faith to the souls, abroad.
Use to mask of religion so they can act as a Saint
For the sheep that close their eyes and believe in the catholic faith.
Abstract concepts that their tackling ain't up to speed
Yet, they're 'fast' to debate.
Use the binds of institution to outlast their restraints.
Word. And I ain't secular, though.
The God of the Gaps is a concept that takes effort to know.
I reckon that no other topic has ever been accepted before
Without a confirmation bias to get respect, as a whole.
I mean, in what world do we ascertain - win or losing...
Without critical analysis to prescribe to any institution?
You'd at least question it, right?
The perception of right or wrong ain't accepted, unlike...
The idea of the Big Bang Theory, or the scriptures of the Genesis, might.
See allegories in a menacing light...
Stories as old as the San Seriff sentencing type...
Talk predatory behaviors on those that wish to make you broke...
Rob you of your riches then tell you to place your faith, in hope.
It ain't no joke when you're reaching in for your pocket lint..
Pull up rabbit ears and face consequence, for your obsolescence.
Word... it's par for the course, huh. It's habitual.
Shit is a ritual. A natural instinct to ensure that they get what's theirs.
Trading Places ain't like Dan Aykroyd or Eddie Murphy.
It's toppling the Persian empire, and walking with the head of Xerxes.
Over your shoulder. The redux of a Spartan lord...
With a tactician mindset, long before Sun Tzu wrote Art of War
battle cries that we've long ignored. The echoes you hear
That reflect in the mirror. The antiquated methods that they expect you to cheer for..
Forget the science table - all of it's fable.
A god is as painful as subjecting his demigod son to the Augean stables.
Shifted the world off of Cronus's back, n' watched it fall onto Krato's...
After losing his family, AND THEN lauding his actions as hateful????
It don't make sense... feels like a lucid dream...
I can't escape from... I would, if I had knew the meaning...
Use the stories of historians to remove the ceiling..
And trap generations of hardship inside of one human being...
It wouldn't be rational to expect anything less than insanity...
How can it be? A man that bleeds existence, into humanity.
From the depths of the fellowship, as you hear 'em complain...
Spreading fear to regain the Chancellor position, is a zero-sum game...

Stop the cypher and get your ass to collab with me finally after a long ass time Mr. Richie

Word I drop the gospel shit they're talking with
I don't want it if it's not legit, or not from the top of the obelisk..
I'm talking monoliths. To the teachers and protestants.
From the crosses that meant that a God exists, to a lot of kids.
My tongue scorched by the holy water, pouring...
Siege, like a big informant shaking hands with the prison warden.
While he kept that shit recording.
Don't know who's a snitch. But everybody wanna get it on their own, so I'm use to it.
Back then, they were the "Judases".
The snakes in the grass, slithering through the graves, feel the wrath of Anubis's fists...
You little useless pricks will finally see it
The broken English I provide that lies inside of the sequence
Then repeated like it's a cult phrase. Feeling like it is after lent.
Drink the purple kool-aid and leave the land that is tax exempt.
If actions speak louder than words.....
Then my stuff is amazing, cause I never hear their actions over what I'm saying.
Muffled their statements... Omicron - I'm dropping something contagious
Ruffle 'em up worse than teenagers, huffing on paint lids...
Uh... now, nipple on that truth capsule.
You're on the moat, I done built me up a new castle.
Move back, bro. Hit 'em with that New Jack flow
Tapping me on the shoulders like, "How you do that, though?"
One shot to the arm and the mandible, it's a given
You'll catch a couple strays like you rescue animal victims
I'm the last you'd talk to out the side of your face...
Find yourself in a race where everybody's lives are at stake
And the rate or survival equates to going on the goriest mission
Or being the last of a rival gang inside an Ecuadorian prison
I'm what their formula isn't....with the beakers and all.
While they Do Little - How you trying speak to me, Dog?
If you're feeling froggish you can try to leap to the God
I beat your ass, live, then do a remix to applause...
Get the last word out... getting chicken in a bad bird house...
Shit Is Written, had that ass turned out...

"GET FUCKED" to you whiners, wealth rise and drops slowly
But your price of stocks falling, need my side of whats owing
Since I'm sitting in a pine box, water wash the moments on this
One man boat tour, the guide has stopped rowing
That's the mindset of Celph, you've no right to control him
Cause he's steady on the stream if he tried to stop flowing

2022 now, ^^^ and I'm in the moment...
Inside of the limelight, every side that's opposing
Like the skies were exposing the black clouds that lied, in emotions
And rise faster than the tides of the oceans
I had a lot of shit happen last year that I wish I could leave
Ridiculous me. A picture of air, and me holding it, just wishing to breathe
Underwater, probably thinking that, "Gee... it couldn't get worse", than it does.
The queen bee dehydrated - got a thirst for the buzz.
Some personal stuff that hit me like like a cannon ball to the stomach
No romantic partner to dance with, so I'm flirting with drugs.
Or at least the thought of it. Not a lot of shit can have you thinking...
when the hell does rock bottom hit?
But it's bottomless. Navigating a sea...
of sunken in faces that are obscure, gravitating, to me.
My anxiety levels rising faster than disaster when
A Spiderman movie comes out, n' then see the screen passed to Ben.
Walking on a foundation that's cracking in.
The shards of glass just slashing limbs, n' blood comes trickling out...
And I wish that was it. It isn't. Much more to the story.
Banging on the entrance until opportunity doors open for me.
Walk through that bitch like it was owed, cause I earned it.
Plus I watched to many people get it that I know don't deserve it.
I've been subjected to shit in the past two years that'd make your head explode
But instead of dwelling on it within that time, I had to let it go
Or else it would consume me. Maybe it's calm, or insanity.
Maybe it's fate, or a sign of a new dawn on humanity.
Either way, I'm wishing to leave the ship. I don't need a ticket or stub
I'll find my own way back home from the prairie; I've been injured enough...
isn't that how reality should be accepted when you get fucked?
They knock you down to the ground, constantly, but then you get up?
Turbulent experiences, 2021 was unbridled hell.
If I got through 2020 unscathed, then this year 'll survive as well.
Nigma's still putting his feet on their neck to keep 'em in check.
The cemetery has too many bodies for me to inspect..
Reading the text on the screen is like a sequence of death
We beat them and kept the remains for the Hyenas to eat what is left.
A perpetual rollercoaster of destruction...
The abandoned fare that nobody wishes to function
And this in conjunction to being able to keep up with the Joneses
In all honesty? I'm just trying to find where this beat up megaphone is
So I can scream some sense into you idiots, ready to die.
Oh my bad. It wasn't like you were ever alive.
Never tried to make something of your self, your formula...
Sat there, collecting dust. I was the next man up.
Going out with a bang, hoping I get my affairs in order
By finally tying myself down... simply refining my health, now.
Maybe focus on mental well being, to keeping me sane.
Keep these perpetual leeches from eating my brain.
Even in pain there's a silver lining I don't need to explain
The people reading this will more than likely see what I'm saying
And understand where I'm coming from, I'm battling this shit - 1 on 1
This is the year my fruition will finally come undone.




Happy new years.

https://youtu.be/kt_LoJSwit0

New years

Now who here?
Dudes stare at me like the bitches do
I spit the truth
Critical hits is the ritual
Ruffles feathers, line stepper, habitual
The individual who you never know what shit I'll pull
As I exhale on this new strain
The dude gains rank in this food chain
It's a-musing, the thought of me losing
My constant evolution is the solution to minds pollution
I meditate before I rush in like Putin
Shooting hollering hooting, Yosemite iLL you galoot
Blood spills during disputes
I remain chill during a ruse
Then kill whoever I chose
The wicked bill the youth to build a roof
I teach how to till the earth, build the roots
The sweeter fruits that get produced gives a confidence a boost
Anywhere on this planet I could grow the truth
Go blow for blow in a booth
Drop a bo on your entire troop
Geronimo
More deadly than a knife fight in Guantanamo
What your life like
Mine is iLL...

I find the thrill of putting pressure on the game, enlightening...
Made me a titan the way I display what I'm writing, in a way that's exciting.
Ain't like a Lycan got the level I got. I've settled, on top.
Orchestrate torture with a benevolent thought
The same state of mind that developed hip hop, in the early 90's.
Sesame street, though - I keep this big bird beside me. So, observe it, wisely.
They put Gucci Mane on the top ten list, n' shirked Em from it.
They can take flight during a terrorist attack...
And put that in their pretend luggage...
Out here, spending like 10 ducats... they can't comprehend much, it's outside of their yen budget.
I say yen because I can, what's up; I make 'em slant.
Keep dropping words 'till I've broken English, like a Jamaican chant.
They wanna escape, but can't. The bars are too tight.
Plus, the flame-retardant suit makes it hard to ignite...
You see them stars there, at night? Projecting the trajectory you're upset to see.
Just accept it, b. You're susceptible to this, technically.
Got the recipe down to a science now, it's a riot.
You either cross your arms, or you go out and you buy it.
Wondering how, I started out of this, quiet.
Then slowly gained traction with the main faction, built.
Spit acid 'till the reaction is more deadlier than an assassin kill.
How you want it? Antonio Banderas, or Sylvester Stallone?
Who's next to the throne? I've been the Nega off complexion, alone.
Shit's sounding sanctimonious.
My anger grows with this. You hang, emotionless.
I dangle both these fists, off the banana boat, n' then use the anchor to hold this wrist.
Throw you off the plank where the ocean sits, in the low abyss.
Who else as cold as this? Etch at my heart with an icepick, n' see it's frozen, stiff.
Or it don't exist.
Yet, ironically so I'm bombing 'em, slow.
If they really want these problems, I got the answer sheet - you can solve 'em, below.
Feel like a novelist, writing. Pen tip dipped in the body of Vikings.
Shit is ominous. Mind and body like autonomous driving.

Well balanced, arms out, I'm optimally reaching,
Think I can't beef with his crew, I think it's posse-bull to beat him,
I'm smooth off the top, call me Young Follicle Depletion,
Every punch they land - dry, call em Lil Hot & Sunny Region,
There's been 8 countries named after me, chronologically speaking,
Girls learn I'm great at cumming and phenomenal at leaving - them & their vaginas at the hospital for treatment,
After a 13-hour ride like cycling Solihull to Yeadon,

We think we're masters of this world, how short sighted a vision,
It's mostly air & water, we suck at flying n swimming,
Let's put our brains in gear and go drive for a living,
following guides we were given,
Work, bread and circuses, violence & women,
hearing miserly wisdom from liars n villains which we store and later recite as opinions, sometimes even described with conviction, enabling us to sit back mindlessly grinning & pretend no one wouldn't even mind if we're missing like our capability to arrive at decisions

I can’t arrive at decisions; undecided is my final position,
I ain’t ascribe to tradition, I’m a beast and a god like in Mayan depictions,
A hypocrite, shit, I take lives of physicians, I take spite as a mission, I take rivals wives and they haven’t the slightest suspicion.
I inspire sedition and riots in Britain coz the forces are bent like it’s light and a prism.

Virbius, writing shit tight, with precision
Inspriring shit, replying with vengeance
Step and compete with the pen and the sheets
It's like weaponary when I'm writing a sentence
Reppin the east the way Fivel goes west in a rival dimention
A primal obession. Desires are set, you comply or you strike
Hope to swing and connect, make it fly to the fences
Try to impress with the size of your chest but your blinded by pride
Align all your senses to the rise with the best
Then collide with them, finally, the mind of a legend

Finding a sentence to unwind from his unbridled vengeance
Cause a rise to ascension comprises a higher dimension...
To why I've been 'vent'-in... ya know, 'airing it out', like turbine to an engine...
By the compression ratio, turning the flow into a firing obsession...
Which may explain why my complexion is darker than most...
An agenda rife with pain strikes fear in the heart of the folks...
Who don't understand it, nor wish to endure the experiences created by it..
Then abandon it entirely saying its merits are based on aging science...
Word... wondering what do you do then?
Fletcher Reede against what is true, fighting a blue pen.
Space Kangaroo who grew up off of the MF DOOM gen'...
Then moved into something that cultivated a new trend...
The purveyor of everything they know
Don't count your chickens before they hatch... balance it on a spoon, instead.
Mazel Tov to all my Jewish heads, pursuing bread...
By any means necessary, while the sheep come flock to the music threads...
Blood on the door and on the knob, with no luminol
Still able to track the body since nobody cleaned up the room, at all.
Can see them moving, dog. Doesn't phase me.
It's my duty, y'all. See how your cutie gave me a booty call.
Somewhere, in a low-budget studio, going through withdrawals
More than DiCaprio in a room, surrounded by moving walls...
Walking through the halls of your dormitory, exploring for thee'...
Only reason I feel like I am walking horror story.
Plus the obligatory long ass verse you won't probably read.
But by God you would need a Synagogue to drop something longer than me.
They say it's about substance - I get it. Not pulling any punches.
It's not about the picture more than it is how you are using the brushes
Using unusual subject matter so that you could emote...
Your animal side. But really, what's a mule to a goat?
What's a rule to provoke the students who hope....
To teach a generation the musical notes required to draw their attention to your approach?
Couldn't be much, huh? Couldn't be that, no?
Couldn't be matched, though you have trouble letting the past go.
Have trouble seeing the snakes, the longer you're letting the grass grow
You brought it upon yourself and got exactly what you asked for
Nobody to blame but the man you no longer wish to see.
Karma is a bitch, agreed. Wearing a horse-cocked dildo...
Constantly pegging you, with the fist of creed.
Your organs shuts down, instantly.
Anchoring the same rage Pchooly gets when he's hitting Steve.
The eye of the tiger, inside of the fire.
Staring at his accomplishments that he no longer desires
Fought for 'em, tooth and nail. However, it doesn't matter.
That is what the new school entails. Pushing the game past superhuman scales.

From ripples to making waves...surfing shifting tides
Tsunami flow but still calm as a stormy eye
Inside a hurricane mid july category 5
here to flood your minds, feel the water rise
Vons immortalized......
In his element the fire feels benign what a sign...
Of intelligence begging to be burned alive
Whose got the mind to walk over Coal no forest hill drive
N' pressed em' with that Burna brand like they cauterized

So blind this time you gotta feel me
Your visions clearly past...I'm talking 2020

I'm talking 20/20, while my vision is 40/40
like Jay Z's spot. Give 'em a 180 degree swap...
With these keys, ock. Jangling, hear 'em a mile before I come into view...
They open doors, so, give me a call if you want some of them, too.
They open doors, but sometimes you got to fumble them through...
100 pounds soaking wet these guys, so I really believe that they got 'nothing to lose'...
However, losing can be much more than what you physically got...
20/20, drinking a 40 really got my vision unlocked...
You imbeciles thought you could fuck with it, until you see them hitting your block
with military grade weapons, n' then you realize whether I'm kidding, or not.
Temper doesn't have a cap... I'm agitated all the time...
So, if seeing stars is your goal, I'm Henry Rollins, here, with the magic act.
Voila! Temperament been off the handle, basically broken off...
Big Brother house, only person that hasn't been voted off.
Vodka in my thermos, driving machinery while I'm pissy-drunk.
On a double time shift, shit, I'm getting paid big this month.
Rather get paid in experience is what pussy would say...
A lot a fish in the sea, and realistically, you're looking filet...
Don't even know what that mean, 'doe. Green thumbs...
From that weed growth. Wavier then them Team Seas folk.
That was a Mr. Beast joke, yet this is not.
In a dream, like a continuously spinning top... Inception shit...
When I'm finna' drop in a minute, ock. I'm unstoppable...
I'm so high, I've be getting Air Miles points whenever I drop a flow.
So, lock and load. Two barrels in my hand, on some Yolemite Sam shit...
Rambo hands hit whoever you and your mans with
Regardless of your association, my antics would put Daylyt to shame...
And I got Soul, like De La... just playing the game.. ain't no way to refrain.
Suffer the same fate as The Sisters did, with Andy Dufresne...
If you're popping your gums... get to popping...
See how many bullets your pops can outrun... if I were to wager: probably none.
Usain can outrun many people, but nobody on earth could outrun a gun.

Certainly not a bullet.. unless you are Neo
But even then it is lethal... 2021 has changed my perception of people..
To the point I don't get a knock on my door...
And I'm still checking the peep-hole... I know that's MY bad...
But "I" have questions that need answering, and more questions seem to rise...
The hands rise too, like the morning rooster, so why do they seem surprised?
Got a penchant for offending people without projecting emotions
So, more or less I'm exposing what is already being left in the open...
They think I'm joking, 'till they're shown the steel.. then hearts flicker..
And then these yellow bellies get the point, call that Bart's sister.
So many bars, my liquor license is getting renewed...
I've run out of things to say, besides stating that I'm better than you
And that never gets old, like Paul Rudd, or Pharrell Williams.
I inhale talent and exhale brilliance...
Cracking an 8 ball open, as the feeling is washing over you...
My overview is having you bow down, because I told you too.
Tapping keys that actually have the power to pull...
The future into the present - I did tomorrow, hours ago.

https://youtu.be/1W-RffAThFs

To describe me you’d have to use words like eloquent
When not juggling words you out your element
I don’t doubt your intelligence, just the clout and/or your relevance
Hell in a cell with Vince, McMahon, possibly on eliquis
They say blood thicker but for some to hell it is
I been blessed with relatives that I can look up to
But sadly to see most of them I’d have to look up too
Only have a corrupt few
I don’t know exact details but usually disconnects are structural
Or a lack of, like more black love
Instead of black ski mask and black gloves acting thug like
Screaming thug life, only drugs they sold was white
I don’t know who taught him how to hold a knife
Pulled out a scale and a Boulder then sold a slice
After they leave we see the rollers, twice
So we bounce to another location then proceed to roll the dice
Gotta make sure shit setup right if you want to control the night
I said who you think you iz? He said Dolomite
I said Sho u rite, give me 5, on the black hand side
Up high, down low, too slow, double Dutch, camel clutch
Look y’all, Randall Cunningham in Joe Montana’s sportstalk football
I played Arnold Palmer and Lee Trevino
They called me the daddy Mack of the caddy shack
At the tee sipping Pinot
Where’s my caddy at, hands me my 9 iron, now I’m in the green yo
Cuz this ain’t no course, it’s a bank
If this 9 iron gets to firing then what the fuck you thank?
So put the green in the bag and get on the fuckin floor
And I better not hear nothing more you fuckin whore
Or
I’ll blow your brains out all over that fuckin door
The choice is yours, as soon as I heard her voice I then heard a chorus
Hope her family knows a good florist
Tell them to put it on my tab I’m good for it
It’s understood I had to run like Forrest, through a forest
So deep I fell asleep in a place I creeped into and had Porridge
Woke up to 3 bears, one was small, The other two were enormous
To survive I had to out sing Mother bear
I pulled from my underwear a performance
Like the Ape in sing I tapped into vocal strings that normally lay dormant
The beautiful melody repelled a curse that tormented the household
Like mouse holes, I exterminate invertebrates who germinate this internet location
Let that permeate…

And permeate, it shall...
Shit that I hated, while being in an apartment, 3 other siblings - knew shit would take awhile.
Ground floor. Breaking out, like a teen with acne.
Keys made me an athlete of frees that'd actually...
resonate with the Youtube streams of rap beats.
Counting down to the minute hand, I'm finna' jam my finger into the center of the CD, n' let it scan, so...
I'm just the man to crush this land, slow.
Watch it ooze in my fist. An inverted musical niche, that's based on me losing my gifts.
What kind of nuisance is this?
I'll be the MF for the DOOM that they wish. Hammer the point home with the tools that exist.
Back-handed radio plays for payola, a day older
Than yesterday. Driving minimum wage home, so you stay broke, huh.
So you can qualify for a loan that makes the rates go up...
And stick you with other fees that you ain't know of.
Crooked as Owen Wilson's nose. I smell the bullshit
From a mile away.
That's why I'm OK with just staying back, n' not feeding into what they try to convey.
Only the wise will delay their gratification, while you're facing debt and want a rise in your pay.
Uh. Shit's sweet, until your teeth decay.
Walking home, before you know it, your family's murdered, by BTK.
Or murdered systematically by taxes you can't sleep away.
We're all looking for the easy way...
So we get played by online scams giving you numbers you're 'guaranteed to make'..
As long as you pay the fees, and stake you're entire earnings to see this cake.
Corporate greed inflates the average consumers costly mistakes
With money. Funny, you can't see the venom, in the sea of snakes.
And barely keep your head above water, until...
More debt washes over, and obligations are hard to fulfill.
It's a psychological thrill to see the will of the people trust so ardently
in the same government, driving them off of a hill.
Then wondering why they haven't made a dent. Hit Facebook...
As a way to vent. Can't pay attention to the signs, nor can you pay your rent.
Will can mean so many things to so many people...
Will is your motivation to see through whenever they will deceit you...
Will is your also your affairs being arranged, after your death...
As your siblings fight over your estate and attack what is left...
The way I look at the duality is one path to a next... but that, I digress
is my humble opinion. About as cumbersome as Mr.Beast counting from one to a million.
Only wish to express my side of things...
The wisest kings were leaders that didn't act like puppets, being pulled by their strings.
Even then, I'm perplexed by it all.
In the lecture, testing my professor's resolve.
During semester, becoming fresher with this excellence.
Provided that I'm on my toes, throwing these foul balls into the catcher's mitt..
However, to me, it's a foregone conclusion...
Even when I'm bored, I rip the floors off the boardwalk, and use it.

https://youtu.be/yMFvPoAZ0zA

234, 432, 007-373-5963 in history was the Tyson code
Maybe it ain't straight, didn't use it, beat the game in 2 days at the age of 8
The hardest game to date was Golgo 13
Navigating dungeons as a youngin
Back when Jordan still kept his tongue in
Since the first grade I had a babe like Paul Bunyan
By the age of the 4 the streets I was a running
Had to be back to check in or when the sun dims
I had so much fun then, everyone was a friend
Everyone had guns, I'm talking pretend
Laser tag, super soakers, cap guns, The black one with the stripe
The young kids of today: Don't believe the hype
Our parents taught us about what the futures like
They said at least get into computers but avoid the mark of the beast
Today I see the maneuvers, they wanna stop you blood like Hoovers
It would be cooler to find out your exact worth
They been lying to us backwards, maybe the truth is a flat earth
I always carried it like why The fuck IT matters?
The pentagon released its info, UAP/UFO flight patterns
Dr Steven Greer says the aliens created us, right
And the government is trying to fool us
I think that's where you might the find the Antichrist
Flat earthers find this appalling
There ain't no aliens, those are the fallen
They gonna try to convince you they are God
Get you to go all in
That could be the Antichrist too, I can't call it
I think God might hate fags (aww shit)
Cuz Sodom and Gomorrah till this day is covered in ash
The stories in the Bible are starting to overlap
Since only God can judge you I don't give a crap
Until you try to influence the youth
What's your congruence with truth?
I believe in God and this is how I perceive
How he wants us to lead
This leads us to the theme
Now once upon a time, this wasn't a dream
I had a revelation, I learned a couple a things
There was so much information I knew I couldn't maintain it
I asked a couple big questions and God explained it
Basically all around the world it's the same shit
And don't be too worried about the ways he arranged it
I'm paraphrasing but that's how he was saying it
A couple things I can't say, too sacred
And I didn't ask about a flat earth or aliens
So I can't play favorites
Just be a good dude and you will make it
Or you can worsen and be stuck on this slave ship in first person...

I'm not a slave shipper, I shave slippers,
Cuz I'm coming for their soles n my team straight clippers,
Zen Buddhist, time means nothing so I date strippers,
Shred ya bitch, seems a shame, she was a great missus,
Samson when I break pillars, brought columns down but I rose across the page, figures,
Plague bringers x beige killers x grey ninjas,
Don't push me, that shove'll have you in a hole like grave diggers,
No joke, you can end up anointed with dirt,
That's a bridge over troubled water when you're joining the Earth

https://youtu.be/HmSNpjyrDTg

Yoooooo

This another ill finesse production, an introduction
Got ninjas ducking the repercussions over percussion
In the clutch I'm clutching
The heat seeks buzzing past your ear
Here I'm a gladiator, so beware
When you lose they'll say you, was iLL prepared
iLL finessed you, you let him best you
All you guys my nephews now take refuge
Quick to tell a bitch make your next move your best move
That's how shits carried
I'm the best man, like if one of my Niggaz gets married
Sending shots making it hot until this bud gets airy
Dense at the same time
Those that know what the fuck I'm talking about probably mainline
I'm just trying to maintain mine, new strains in line
And I'm not trying to waste no time
My techniques been refined
To reach its peak it has to age like wine
Oh how divine reeks, eyes Chinese, It's time to eat...

https://youtu.be/F9t4T4DDxiM

Yooooooooo

It was written, vision me spittin'
Non fiction, times ticking
I'm in the lab, I'm in the kitchen
I'm in the booth
I am the truth
Liars uncouth
Lay in the trunk, Rae Carruth
Please don't shoot
I hit 3, I'm playing hoop
Sleuths want the scoop but it's a mystery
I guess some niggaz be loving the company of misery
Many have come for me, none can get rid of me
Riddle me this, Riddle me that, you don't know Jack
Check My halo stats
I rolls with unusual nobody and lotat
I use the ghost to splat, it works on most the Kats I play against
My offense is way intense, there are no limits
As the star my kill streaks are in the double digits

Dot dot dot... they're wondering what's coming with this...
Double digits x 10 off passive income and other interest.
Looking at values like they're ballroom dancers, on center stage...
I ain't mending ways with nobody, fuck getting praise
I'm coming in this bitch, like Arnold Schwarz' on End of Days
While nigga's looking thirsty with emoji's, scoping Carmelo's page.
Hoping to get a like on the gram. Not as important...
As you likely planned it to be... and you can see the fruits of your labor
... still growing, on your family tree.
So harvest it, and stop being an industry plant. Move smarter, it's part of this growth for artist's
Which go back far as record label partnerships
For radio plays and marketing.
If you don't stand up for yourself, then you are apart of it.
The difference being, the shit you're seeing is being silent by choice, then you're in agreement.
Still swimming, within the deep end. Or window peaking.
Can't close your eyes, and wish it away.
It's black and white, even if you are envisioning gray.
Speaking of gray, the silver in my beard means much more than what this wisdom portrays.
Calmed down as I got older, and feeling of age.
That comes with the livestock, though.
That's why I open the page, and let my thoughts flow.
Figured I was gonna stop this shit cause I got old?
I'll drop loads, 'till the second on the timeclock blows.
Then keeping going, while it's hanging by a thread...
dangling, still not enough for the anger I embed
Whether it's physical or you thought about it, at least once. For these cunts?
These keys got me more shore of myself, than a beach front.
Getting my feet wet. And if I reach death?
By non natural means, I want it circulated to the deep web.
My documented reality is twisted, but it's normal to me.
I don't participate on other forums cause there's no value in for it, to see.
And whether you agree with that assessment or not, it's cool
Cause I ain't doing it for you. I could give a shit for views.
I spit, and it's like Acme world just lit a fuse
The tick tick tick, ensues.
Walking in with George Bush demolition tools.
And if you don't know what that means homie, then leave.
We set goals to achieve. Then follow down that road, to succeed.
I never asked for a hand out, which is different then
Asking for help. In other words, I ain't speak on it, unless I can go after it, myself.
My peers put pressure on me and dared me to think out of the box
When they tried to Houdini me, by surrounded it with thousands of locks
And shit, I thought I was done for it, too.
Wondering what I'm gon' do.
But guess what? I had to fill my stomach with food, until my hunger subdued.
Reflecting back on it now, I'd probably do it, again.
Shit hits different when they're the spectator, watching you, in the den.
You got to prove it to them.
Use it as a vessel for what your improvement becomes.
Like rocket fuel, propelling you to the sun.
Fuck if you're mad I'm not contributing, I got shit to do.
Unless you're helping me out in real life, you can suck a dick, or two.
I've learned the artform of not giving fuck long before you could a search a library for it.
I was transcribing the signs while you've tried to ignore it.
I can assure you: NOBODY here is paying back your worth.
Spend my time doing what? Please, I'd rather rap a verse.
Shit is silly. But that isn't to say I don't have respect for those same people
Who shoot me a reply. They say what's up, when my depression tries to eat me alive.
Festering in a catatonic state, until the feeling subsides
Staring in my screen's reflection, literally watching my soul leaving my eyes.
It's painful, but I know a lot of you going through it.
It's a fucked up world we live in - there really is no excuses.
I've done some horrible shit, and continue to do horrible shit
And brush it off like it's nothing, the older I get.
But, as they saying goes: eventually the reaper knocks on the door of your home, to collect.
And sometimes, only in that moment is it a sobering effect.
It's a lifelong journey.
I don't even think they'd let me in a confessional.
There's not enough holy water on this earth you could use to bless my soul.
Too many wretched holes, submerged in my sins - just practicing breath control.
And using my past failures as stepping stones.

Bringing 'em weapons home.
Play to the beat of my metronome, like an extra long Scooter Braun and Ke$ha song.
Even if my Mic hot, I'm like Pac - personified.
Telling you to look into the Bronx bomber's eyes.
They don't want those problems; they are lobotomized.
Brain missing. Short circuit fried to the main system.
Simply put, I ain't playing with 'em.
Came in with the game ambition. Ecuador prison: razor blade edition.
Matrix envisioned my name, and listened.
Whether I am the one, or Zion. Become a sign of what's to come.
By theory design of the sum of heat dissipating, inside of your lungs and frying it, um...
Get a rise from the Sun and lavish in it, with no effect.
Solar power like, go and check. Mercy for those that I show respect.
Akuma stones when I show my neck... this is that Demon type appeal...
The shit might get real... Zeus, with the lightning skill.
Right as rain, Raina fighting a bullet striking her chest...
Got the Power like Ghost, too many cowards that I've finessed.
Bodies piling, I guess a sign of the times; the writing perplexed.
TIME like Daniel Sesta, eying the reps whenever I'm on the bench
Uh.... hit 'em with that G funk - Nate Dogg.
Killing 'em softly, like Fugees. Have the booth homicide taped off.
Investigators checking to see what's left at the scene.
Asking questions in need of the evidence feed... but I don't leave no prints, so, you'll NEVER GET ME.
Outwardly sentient being... got out of my psychological shackles like, "You better get free".
Or they'll have you enter a plea.
Then you go need Duty Counsel, for legal aid.
Ha... if I see the day 'dem cops be locking me away, believing that they sealed my fate.
Nah. Fight back like Jack, taking the stand.
If you ain't have to be on the post, then I ain't raising my hand.
Homie, you wouldn't know about a direct order.
Or having to take a loss in the next quarter, so you get over.
Bolster your position in the future in then, do it again.
Work so hard, you don't get any sleep and start losing your friends.

But with this music, what you do will depend on whom you let in.
There's barriers to it, so you have to use what you grew from within.
Let it bloom, then begin. Sprout power...
If they're telling you to keep it down, be around their circles, and shout louder.
I'm 'bout towering over cowering soldiers, n' killing 'em slow.
I'm still on the road, for any destination I'm willing to go.
Willem Dafoe, Green Goblin' wads of dough, in the mattress bed.
They want your address when when there ain't no fiat cash that you have to spend.
Just silver asset trends. Shoebox diaries...yeah,
This ink doesn't dry. Latitudinal bias - they ain't thinking as high.
No tall Russian, I was the one who pushed the Kingpin aside...
And presided over his empire, while I watched the rest cling to their pride.
Now that's a truth pill you're gonna have trouble washing down
Wondering how you gone' have the cajones to talk to the bosses, now.
Flossing Rick Ross it, wow. The demeanor is ill.
If they see you on film, in 240p - that means you ain't LEAVING BRAZIL.
See the vehicle roll up and then all 3 of you killed...
Walking around with machetes on their side that they don't need to reveal.
It's either chop 'em up or they stopping up in traffic there, so they block your truck.
Walk away with the money, and the story ends when they pop their trunk.
Word... that's live. Fast Five family values, though.
What you gonna do when you're out of dough?
White powder covering that counter, put it around that stove.
Let the dogs out the pound, they trying do crowd control.
If you ain't giving me my 6 feet space, get placed in the ground, below.
Trust me, I'm-a get it, regardless.
The symbiote, Venom has harnessed. Giving all my enemies Carnage.
The real Jack Reacher of rap features.
I'm back, teaching you cats, ether. Facts. And I don't want daps, either. (nah).
I don't want handshakes or pounds, nor a pat on the back.
No Duane Jackson, but I'll make a real Atom, react.
Huh. "What that shit that you on, Celph?"
Money, beyond wealth. Perfect virtue, and strong health.
They're peeking through the hole, trying to creep up to the door.
Open it, one punch will lift both feet up off the floor.
Conscious rap. They ain't really onto that.
They want you strapped when you on a track.
Put you on the map, n' then fall after.
Your impact to the world? Falters faster than Ray Rice, after attacking his girl.
Make sure that you're rapping it thorough.
Real shit, ill mix, put you back in the borough.
A god, that will flatten a mortal.

Peep the (key)style and the way you hoes sweat it
The number one question is, can 3pac get 'em?!?
yo.. step in the cypher and leave foes beheaded
lead a horse to water, just hope he know that it's leaded, nay..
I said "hey" and he took a bite..
Looked him in his grill and almost took his life, then wrote a book about it
Let 'em off the hoof cuz he was shook, never grounded
I been getting Down since Boogie, found nook and cranny, took the fountain
Dripping youth, I got a look about me
Met a couple crooks that prolly juxed a bag while looking for a "looking ass"..
Georgia Peach, a couple books, a bag
Michael Kors, some hoops, a splash of Juicy Couture
Coochie juice on Coogi rags
Moanin while "Juice" was playing in the back..
Shoutout to Chance.. I had to "took some that"
A Rapper since.. Grooves was Krush'n through the pack
Camel Kools and "cooties"..
Since a young'n staring at them booties
I was in the room with inner 'tudes in class
Listening to Judas..
Priest lying to the kids, but we not lookin' at the leaders for the "truth is".......


If you wanna hear me spit it, go peep my TikTok!

Been long neglectful of my inbox
Sink or swim thoughts, Shep with the Above The Rim drops
Bugaloo with the kill shot, knowing he wasn't leaving the club
To still doing it anyway, n' having Birdie heaving up blood
They told me: crazy was being outspoken - I disagree with that
Being crazy is not speaking back..
When society has you stuck inside some medieval trap
Hold your tongue, or prepare for the consequences
Wilson personalities, still talking, while on the fences
Ya know, I speak my mind and let my mental unload...
There wasn't a team behind me telling me go
I did it myself, and whether that meant a step back or a foot forward
I look towards it. A mastodon's momentum is what I shook this board with
That's why the emblem on my chest now is looking gorgeous
Straight edge, trapezing on the precipice of the crooked fortress
Word, whether it's A.I or Cypher Alum' - it's trifling, son.
I put a spotlight to heights where it might have been shunned
And fixated upon it. So how the fuck they going tell me, "STOP?"
Telling Taut he's nice is like telling Satan that hell is hot...
Chasing my dreams, nearly 20 years later, watching the carrot, dangle...
While these kids want their 15 minutes of fame, playing the "Karen" angle.
PTSD from thoughts about me, selling my soul.
The road paved with the stories of artists that never got told
So much talent, not enough passion. I'm left scratching my head
Like, "Do I understand what they actually said?"
Could it be that I never cared enough. Or that my golden years were up?
Well, it's 2021, and people still wanna hear your stuff.
No wallowing. I see the hunger expressed, and I wonder, "What's next?"
At least I can say that I did shit with some of the best
And be humble, unless they try to discredit me. I know my pedigree
May be offsetting to some. But I'm married to this game, without a wedding ring.
And consummation is gonna happen. Getting mixed reactions...
They say his body of work just doesn't fit his passion
Cool. I've been hard on myself.
Pardon my manners, though. There's some nails in the coffin I wanna hammer home.
It's been like a lion in its den, chasing antelope.
For me, I need a grander scope to break it down for the standard folk.
Peer pressure got me convinced I'm missing my boat..
However, my own thoughts have giving me hope
I'm in a sea of fakes while my fin, is afloat.
You don't need another trans line from Chapelle to know this isn't a joke.
You either sink or swim, or learn to live behind misery's cloak.

As above, so below, that remains to be seen
Ascended from the attic to the basement of dreams
Finally feeling freedom, lost the cage and the leash
Flame them with the heat that a dragon can breath
Filet them to eat, if we beef you wind up savory meat
And the audience is following the fragrance, like bees
Respect your ruling elders and start hailing to me
Since I'm violent as tinnitus and aware of my dreams
Strike with high pitched clicks like how an alien speaks

Riddle me this as I sift through my enemy list
the little we do is what leaves us literally pissed
a minimalist who just breathes thoughts with a twist
I know you're into this, but it's not really anonymous
I never really called it quits as the spit rolls off my lips
He'll cleverly call on you from a dark abyss in the apocalypse
Say ten lines and the next six will show whose godless

Godless Is... a God exists to yell from arbitrary monoliths...
My model is, the same one that Plato kicks...
A philosopher talking to ya. Hallelujah. You don't really got it, do ya?
I'm the one the taught the tutor...
The professor X, arching over a hot maneuver of thought,
to prove that y'all drop manure.
You call it animal dung. I've learned it already; you're still reading through the manual, son?
I started it, and then it begun.
So, let it begin. Snakes in the grass, glossy format. They're still shedding their skin.
Use those haters blowing smoke, so that I can generate wind...
No, I said these haters are blowing smoke, so that I'll generate wins...
By removing heads from bodies, to decapitate their featherweight grins...
Why so serious? What, you kidding me?
Joker emoji. The killer isn't the one that is approaching your homey.
He's the one rocking a mask, and a Ukrainian flag, at half-mass.
While Russian airstrikes leave nothing but battered bodies, and cracked glass.
The Wicker or John Wick. This is some bomb Vietnam shit.
From Islam, so get off of Saddam's dick.
No, I'm not talking to you.
If you knew what it was about, you'd be provocative, too.
When you're in 2022, and you got Uni' students doing a Nazi salute.
The chancellor is back. Radio frequencies start cutting out, intermittently.
While y'all mad about Snoop Dogg hitting weed?
Before performing? I mean, don't they call it the "Super bowl"?
You didn't think they knew it, though?
It had to be cleared before they could do the show. So, they fooled you, bro.
It isn't really news, at all.
Sitting there, throwing a fit over that shit. Going ballistic.
They lived their whole lives, where young men dying became a growing statistic
And you're here, having a heart-attack over some weed?
Literally, blowing some trees?
Zeroing in on a spliff, but with Government shit, nobody sees?
Talk about backwards, the wrath of a pastor, speaking of God, during a natural disaster.
Now, we can capture everything
Even the down low stuff we were missing, before.
Bodycam's on police when they kick in your door.
Got propaganda telling you it isn't a war
Then why you got the government arming their citizens for?
Even got the prisoners more...
Hit the capitol with the action, though.
Anonymous hacking, so it's theatrical.
People trying to escape, underground. Packed subways
But, they shut it down. Then segregate you by race like, "Where you goin' run to now?"
Heard that on the radio, and I was disgusted...
To say the least. Seeing excerpts of Trump displayed, on The Daily Beast.
Went from a pandemic to a crisis of epic proportion...
If you don't die from COVID? Then may you try a Russian invasion?
Putin says he's keeping Ukraine from a Western influence..
Shit is bonkers. Even North Korea's doing some missile launches...

Word... days later, to silence naysayers.
Say your prayers, these false prophets, they ain't your saviors.
Sheep, in disguise. Read through the lies they tell.
Get your surprise as well: a place, in unbridled hell.
That shit will have rivaled jail, if they booked you, and said you're a pedo...
Get morning wood from getting this metal-head, in the ghetto.
Cock it back and then pop it at the noggin of those that wish death...
I walked upon the road less travelled, figure I'll misstep
Didn't. Took in a big breath, exhaled - I ain't waiting for it...
If they're speaking to you, then pay it forward...
Remain a force in a game where old heads are not allowed to hang
In the same way that the young do, yet they still allow you to come through.
That's what it has come to. The masses only have one view
Of who they bestow the torch upon. If they like your music?
You can die, and it will be OK. The song will play, and they'll drag your corpse along..
Who will get your royalties? Corporate, to build their fortress on.
You can't live forever, so you gotta make something that will.
Your legacy is eternal, but don't let them trap you in one of their 'deals'.
How ironic. A deal that involves you getting an advance
And selling your soul. A decade of shows to be kept, in a perpetual hole.
But perception is so important... as far as the world can tell?
You got an expensive house and Porsches... but you're nothing, without the sources.
You're broke, and you're 'rich'... air quotes.
You wanna tell 'em, but you didn't check that agreement you signed...
So, maybe you will read it this time.
It's too late, though. They ran with the bags, and they made you they're scapegoat.
Cause you dared to dream, and make dough.
A business is a business: whether it's corporate or music.
A capitalistic society is ripe with blatant opportunists
And predatorial practices... don't get to ask if it's
Real or fake, cause the caption is Congress don't wanna tax the rich.
Willing to do anything, as long as there is cash in it.
Smart people get tricked out like the poor - we ain't that different...

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Yes, ill finesse is back and still the best
Will kill the rest
Bloodshed, blood on my hands
I feel the death
What you thought was right goes left like Arabic text
I am aware of the flex from thee "elites"
They wanna erase my rhymes so it won't reach the streets
Teach urban farming
We can grow anything in these streets, it's alarming
The only thing that would be harder to maintain is red meat
Which we shouldn't eat anyway, that's what many say
I say things you don't usually hear any say
With my tilted brim
Johnny was my main man
My brother
And you killedid him
If I can make God smile I'll feel the WINd
The reason for life is fulfilled from within
Until then we deal with sin
I got mouth's to feed, mounting debt
I stopped complaining
Earned my respect
Still earning tho
Got money to burn? Learn how to turn a profit to make your money grow
Dummies won't
Bunnies will go to wherever the money chill's
Chasing after honeys is the quickest way to make your money spill
So stay humble or one day fumble
That's the deal cuz
Or you can be as ill as ill Will was
I'm sure the buzz behind you is more like gears of war
Except my thing is more like Elden ring cuz I wield a sword
And a shield is why I don't feel remorse
My uphill course is filled with corpses
Which in time instilled endorsements from divine forces causing a metamorphosis
Now it's time to set torches to the unfortunates
Drop your coordinates and I'll swarm accordingly to the ordinance
You couldn't even hang with my kids like ornaments
You stink like contestants in smash bros tournaments
In a blink you'll think I'm glorious
Notorious for being Loquacious and gregarious
K solo and k solo Rivera are both hilarious
King of dropping various
Now it's time I end this rhyme as I exit on a chariot...

I'll cherry it as a banana split with the works
This chariot rides like lifted buicks filled with jerks
I vary this life's soundtrack with Collective Efforts,
Indigenous playing outback in a Garden of pleasures.
Giving into this devout act of a covenant as the pressures
Gather around me now back of the government building.
But, I ain’t no punk found sagging my pants for a filling.
"What I say is unfounded, lacking in class and feeling. "
Double talk and a ounce of red standing beneath a ceiling
White collar criminals denounce a threat we breathe out
I offer to give this soul's doubts a bet to separate the devout.
But, alas the witness goes amiss to settle a better fate now
Potentially limitless flow descends into that pool they found
So centrally giving this whole being a place to park and ponder
Like Lemon or Mos Def you're seeing grace and thought wander
Through a park built upon a city, a place to gain or lose a daughter
I'm an art skilled in atrocity, some grace and a frame I wouldn't author