Keystyle Cypher!

Look inside my locker like Bishop in Juice, Militia-like troops...
On standby, hands high and get kicked from a roof...
Shit is the truth. Don't need to see the pictures for proof...
There's money that I lost along that way that I wish to recoup
And now I get it, in blood. Like Suge, on the set of NWA...
Sending trouble your way. The one to persuade
A crackhead, with a pipe, n' then dug up your grave.
For a fix, a pack of mints, and some government aid.
No prints, so - in other words - you can't lock the brother away...
However, the mental pain is permanent shackles
The one we've escaped from, in tournament battles...
All the laughs I heard through the cackles, I've observed and been tactful...
And even though it hurt, I still wouldn't have piled up dirt, if they asked to.
That's just the man I am, it's funny how...
There's a duality to it, when you let money pile. The snakes tend to come around.
Built my motto off of respect, so I'm talking direct.
Nowadays, most these cats have to stop, and reflect.
Cause I don't talk up a set.
Had the notch on my belt long before dropping this text. Some shit I just got to confess.
Real life, it feels right. One day you gonna be in a casket that's sealed tight.
And you will wish that you did more with yourself, instead of storing up wealth.
We all got demons that we're fighting, that shit ain't new...
They put up walls inside the box I had to break through
I had to paid dues, long before grade school...
I don't care what god you pray to.
There's work of fiction that I've made true through writing this shit...
You got a lot of hype, but your life ain't legit.
Our morals go in our fight to get rich.
That's how the story goes, at least the ones we're licensed to pitch
But I'm still the underdog....
See the chips of armor, as it coming off.
Looking for a victory lap to run across.
I said I'd take it in blood, and you're still wondering what it'd cost.
You're lost, but too afraid to admit it.
It's in your actions - it's the way that you did it.
I looked at your life, and realized up to this point, that you ain't as committed
Turned your perspective of being yourself n' then you made it a business
So, is it profits, or the prophets? Money, or the morals?
Or quarrels for the estate. Can't afford the lawyers the more that you take.
It ain't up for a debate. Ain't it ritualistic?
It was about priorities long before you had an interest and this shit
So don't tell me now it's about keeping the family together.
When in reality, it was for money - you had an agenda.
Dad on the deathbed, trouble remembering where he is..
Perilous, you hear the agonal breathing...
You see the kids tears, but you don't understand the anger beneath it...
You wanted answers, you wanted a chance at their secrets
Tending the wounds while blocking the same hand that he eats with
Who feels powerless?
Who's looking out of their window to see the nuclear shower soon as the hour ticks?
My eyes fixated on the doomsday clock
Waiting for the final hour that they proved they got
Just so that I can be there to see the look on their faces
The very minute that they're forcefully removed from the Matrix...

https://youtu.be/WpshqudVso8

Every day is a blessing, we're not staying long
So we Humpty dance cuz all around the world is the same song
Out in the sun, someone has designer shades on
I'm not talking bout no Ray-Ban
Do I look like a caveman?
You wanna control my mind with altered divine statements?
Such statements lead to enslavement
The slave ships a mentality that was arranged
If you whitewash history then that's the only way we came
It's a game, really we're descendants of Kings
The king of kings amongst other things
Is it true the devil wore bling to reflect the shine
Is Satan represented by the serpent or are they lying
They want the truth to disappear like the Mayans
But the root will always be here in almighty Zion
Entrance guarded by Lions, The owl, what the third eye on
Like a unicorn, uni-cornea, one-eye
Unicorn was written in scripture more than one time
But then it was removed, how it was used they say today would confuse
I'm not proclaiming shit, just dropping clues
If you want to get to the bottom then what's stopping you
Sadly the truth is the truth is optional
The roof is for the masses whatever's optimal...

https://youtu.be/GliA9Xlyo2w

To all those who be addressing me still
Divine finessing ill
The best, if it's God's will
Then yes
Odd pill to swallow
Piercing like flesh touched by hallows
Cooler than any brother of Rallo
I put on for my people like this showtime at the Apollo
There's no equal after I go
Yeah I know
I'm just trying to find truth in light like Migro
Hydro, I don't, I just feed the microbes 🦠
Everything's in line
The Alpha and the omega is within the number 9
6 some insist controls time
3 is harder for me to understand
Tesla did everything in 3s including washing his hands
George Washingtons plantation is down the street
Is it ironic and unique that I'm a Washington fan
Will we get what we deserve
Redskins got the Bullets, now the Commanders are the Wizards
That's the plan, if not
Throw em' in the Potomac River
What would they see?
A watery grave where there were slaves that looked just like me
We just trying to be free like World B.
But the world be trying to twirl black men like girls
Blame it on fashion week, Sheek male fashionista
Sipping baristas in the belly of the beast bruh
Believe the signs that have been in place
Now wear a tight ass shirt or get replaced
That's how some get in spaces
Taking dictation in forbidden places
They wanna treat black faces like aphids
Hostile takeover of our culture is what they did
And what they continue to do.....

Blessed with the gift of perpetual wit...
Turn into a lesson of if they wish to question the niche.
The class starts, soon as you step in your kicks.
Knowledge drops, now. College thoughts pile...
Inside of the cranium to entice the Mom and Pops crowd...
At a point where I can't fail, even if they wanted me to
They obviously knew I embodied the outer-body to prove
Whatever camaraderie that is following through, is hollow, for true.
Break it down to atoms and then start the product, anew.
What did y'all want me to do?
Get up there like Bush, catch the audience tossing a shoe
And me ducking it, while it's watched on the news.
Tucker Carlson, with the derogative views...
Videos of the Nazi salutes, and graffiti's on school walls,
As a way to acknowledge the Jews.
Nah, you didn't catch that...
Graffiti on school walls, with the tools to polish
this huge wrist watch so the haters can acknowledge the "jewels"...
Been 'rocking' it so long, I got Geologists moved
Following my symmetry from scratch, like it's all in the cue (cube)..
Wordplay for these bird brains...intercept missiles
While these nerds train in camp, to measure up to my curb weight...
Went up in Britain, with the chain, and set Eurgh straight...
Word weight observed to set off an 8.0 earthquake.
How I put it to together... told 'em rats... "Look at my cheddar"
I got half shells in the clip, and you looking like Shredder.
Those ain't half shells, that was for the scheme to work...
Full shells on my team, berserk...guaranteed you gonna' 'sea' it's worth...
Pay me a fee, at first. Then you'll probably receive the perks.
Forget Honey, this honey enough to leave the queen bee, usurped.
Come in that bitch, wit' the Yukon Gold...
Magazine take half off, without the coupon code.
I said this magazine is stocked if you feel there's an issue...
Took a pose, right before I Blue Steel in your tissue
And decomposed your body, in seconds. Suppose you want some protection
For yourself. Well, WIFI; cause I know you got no connection.
Man, all that aggression on you, I'm guessing you ready to buck?
Everything, but a name - the one thing you NEVER give up.
And if you do? You might as well die right there.
Feel the gravel lift. Threw you under the jail long before gavel hit.
Doesn't matter if you had a clique, 'fore you went in.
It's whole new world waiting for you to begin.
Stayed true to my kin, creating music, n' I'd do it, again.
Me a 'part from it'? Akin to losing my limb.
Oh, so thorough. Repertoire forged in a warrior's heart...
Set in stone, long before I hear their sort of remarks.

trynna feel the beat, trynna feel the beat, fuck everyone else, just trynna feel the beat

yo check it yo, im bout to rhyme as i go but you already know, that it's no longer about competition, it's i against i and i know im pretty fly, soon imma touch the sky and im never coming down on the ground just wannabe free as can be yeah i know i sound kinda young but i still got a lot ahead of me, see i know i got bars but what i need is the flow, i need to sound good and feel real

[MUSIC]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81vrIoNEUi8[/MUSIC]

i know im ok lyricist but need to work on flow/delivery

I gave my heart to a few bitches, they thrashed it in vain...
They did it dirty with a wooden stake, I guess they liked Drakilla's pain...
Mortified, wearing the mask of a shame, now I only get pleasure when I'm basking In flames...
Rap is the game but in reality my virtue will be found when I wrap you in chains...
& cast you into the shadows with the rest of the cats that I've slain...
Dragging you down on tracks like you've been attached to a train...
The Ratchet'll bang, you'll catch a head shot then tu-mor like a mass in the brain...
If I go to hell I'll adapt to the change & come back from the darkest pits with spectacular gains...
There's no stopping me after apostasy, I only hear the demons that talk to me...
I get lost in debauchery, you'll be shocked to see how fast I pull a shotgun out optically...
You're sweeter than a pig's meat...I'd Knock you out leaving you squirming & wiggly...
But I'm serving your wigs heat, watch how fast a pellet can murder you birds with a big beak...

Big beak, indeed when the beak is big,
Avians may carry more food for feeding chicks,
It's also useful for fighting off competing pricks,
And grooming oneself so as to please a bitch,
Found on eagles, pelicans, parrots swans,
It must be pretty useful having one,
You could also remove a beak with a shank & prongs to acquire a tool for packing bongs,
My neighbour was a bird watcher, funny smell & a long beard,
Hung himself after discovering his wife had gone & got speared,
I boned her 21 times, god tier, before it got weird,
Well it was 3, but she was ugly so it counted as dog years,
That's a bad closer I need some insightful Chi,
Something vague that seems wise and deep,
If face value is worthless and facts cost a finder's fee,
Should you seek the truth when the best things in life are free?

I don't know, it might be me. Rather tear down the walls, expose what I can see.
Rather than what these fools delude themselves into trying believe.
Like Martin Bashir, filming Michael Jackson, climbing a tree...
I'm here, thinking about Eric Garner, on a Bodega corner, trying to breathe...
Feel the fire and siege of the ire that society breeds...
Were social norms are different from the ones they are trying to police...
Use of a red herring, while innocent children lie in the streets...
Under the same cloaks the new age supremacists are hiding beneath...
Imagine that... when you have trouble pulling the body out of the magic hat...
And the stagehand passes the show off as one tragic act.
Cue curtain call... but I'm numb to it, so it doesn't hurt, at all.
If they were to stand on the morals, my bet is they'd be the first to fall.
I'm looking for answers that they can't provide, yet they try to, anyway...
The gift of that is? I decline most their advances... even in 'present'-day...
'past'/passed on a future manufactured for me to conform...
An appetite for disaster and another for feeding the norm...
We in a war on our senses that you don't see...
If freedom involves being uncomfortable, then, who goin' leave?
Psychological traps for the mind, detached from our kind...
Using social class as a pass, to unwind.
The value of cash has declined, can't get gas on your dime.
It's troubling... wondering how racial tensions are bubbling...
The cup runneth over; they're catching residuals...
If they falter? They're finished - that's just a matter of principle.
(Previous verse continued from Drakillah514's rhyme scheme)
Nerds are up shit's creek... Burry 'em, 6 feet
In the dirt, come back to me when you learn to get this deep.
Until then? Quill pen. Defining an era.
You can lie to yourself, but you can't lie to a mirror
Like, why would the Führer grant you access? Rather shut it down...
Had many friends in the beginning, n' only kept some around
To witness the greatness, you wonder how I've done it, while...
Obfuscating the fictional prowess... to tune it out when that shit is around us...
Now, it isn't the loudest... yet, it's really childish.
I'd have a better chance believing kid buu got a "Get well" message, from Billie Eillish.
Cornballs wanna get clout, with nothing to offer...
Knowing deep down they're depressed, n' want someone to talk ta'...
I'm crushing prides, once inside.
Delivery order: mailed Russian brides
Or broken bottles inside a compactor.
Will never retire, the fire is why I don't act up..
It's been a long time that I have admired this rap stuff, it's common to me....
Probably be charging you wack rappers an astronomical fee
To a verse for a song that you need, on your CD.
Now, sit back, and watch it succeed - it's marvelous, ain't it?
You write a song, I write it in the same way the artist has placed
the finishing touch on the art they created...
Shit, if it's going down, then it's going down.
I'll never be dogged in a fight, it might get you Homeward Bound, or Old Yeller'd. ..
Grown man raps, waving a cane at the sky...
Alien side up there, I'm just waving it to say my goodbye's.
So, praise to the high... I've acclimated to my environment...
While they bathed in their lies... this is me, simply raising the tides.
Yep, been on point like Bart's head... with smart threads...
Filling up forum's longer than Bitcoin has been on the dark web...
Dig up your dirt on me and you'll find it's a bottomless pit...
You keep digging n' fall into it, realizing it all was legit.
If we're talking stature? I'm 12 feet, in a 5'10 frame...
That's my human avatar, just to talk to you lames.
Me and you? Not in the same. It's a wash in the 'reign'
You hydroplane your vehicle, trying to watch the terrain
Talking your brain up for the confrontation and find it different...
Than what you thought you were saying, online.
I'm saying I'm fine the way you made up your mind...
Your arch nemesis can start a stark genesis
with only a pen. You know me, akin to killing these dark sentences
And holding it in for a moment and then unloading this Remington
Into you, 'till you feel like a car, when a cop is doing the pit maneuver
I'm standing over your body like, "I'm the one that did this to ya...
And if I knew you were spitting that trash, bitch, I would have did it sooner..."
Cold as Vladimir Putin, aiming it at the air, shooting...
Missiles towards Zelensky, and the civilians in the capital, moving.
While oil prices go parabolic, I'm sick. Call it what you want.
But know that I ain't calling it quits, until you acknowledge that this...
Right here? Is some abominable shit. Dropping fire bombs on you
if you don't acknowledge the wit inside of the bars, are legit.
I got names, and many targets to hit, and you're all on the list.
And you've been dogging it since everybody was yelling, "Karma's a bitch"...
I might not get all my enemies, but the ones that I do get?
Will leave the rest of them stunned. Like, "What's he coming to do next?"
Summoning two techs, hit 'em with the Shawn Michaels kick...
Finish up with a suplex, that will split 'em up, like a duplex.
R.I.P to Scott Hall; I dropped a wrestling bar to honor him...
I know he went like a G when the angels called on him
It's dawning on them now that they can't do it like me...
Proving elite on this motherfucker like, "Who can compete?"
Rules of the street, here? Can breed fear. Yet, each year, is different.
Let me be clear for those that don't get it...
If you live by the code as I said it, you would know it's prophetic
It's pay as you go, at the toll. So, you owe 'em some credit...
And don't you forget it. These OG's told me 03' and beyond, is my landscape.
And there's no "bandmates".
Young Simba, looking for a feast in the wild.
Don't be so proud about it, just make sure you plant both feet on the ground...
Seeing me now as the OG continuing the circle of life
has a purpose, it's like a 360 for the people "a-round"...
We going down with the ship, who tipping the scales?
There on top, even when we were in a position to fail
So excuse my social dissonance for what this will entail
My only interest is the inference, when it's revealed
The world will know, and then it will shield this knowledge...
The will, abolished in seconds. Demolish contestants, with all of its weapons, drawn out...
From college professions. To walking down a hall full of freshman's...
Who are no different than you. So, what's the gimmick you're delivering to 'em?
If your goals doesn't align with theirs, then envision a new one...
The perfect world is an illusion of images for your visual amusement...
How could you fall for the oldest trick in the book?
When the bait you took, is still lying on the fisherman's hook?
Feel the ground splitting beneath you, like a trapdoor.
You don't want a rap war. I've given you exactly what you've asked for
And that's more. Bust through the opening: It's the task force.
If you didn't get it by now? Then well.. let me give you a crash course.
Skill is embedded, and so is my temperament.
Feel the pressure hit your system, soon as you step in the tenements.
Keeping it real, I read your comments when keying on this
And I'd rather join an swim team with Lia Thomas, than be dishonest...
Guarantee my conscious is free, just to feed these hobbits
A taste of the skill... so be gracious, and don't waste it, for real.
Shit, I will make you a deal: If you jump off of a cliff...
I'll pull your soul from the rocky abyss, n' stomp a mudhole onto that bitch...
I know that nonsense exists; I am keenly aware.
Therefore, I said it because it's something that you needed to hear.
Even in here, I'm being altruistic about you breathing my air...
So, be thankful I ain't popping off at the mouth with what you're talking about...
You may be the man elsewhere, but not in this house.
I don't wanna hear that garbage...
I even mute Oscar The Grouch. They tried to mutate the DNA, with carbon-copy accounts.
Doesn't work quite right now, don't it?
With their expired tech. I'm more wired than a Boeing fighter jet.
Cypher Alumni; I am with the entire set.
Magnanimous. Too many bangers, they can't handle this rap anarchist.
Act scandalous, n' see what will happen, for real.
Passenger 57 action, with a Fatal Attraction, to kill.
I'm going out, shooting. Bulletproof vest on, like Markeith Lloyd.
I D-STROY a B-BOY. I'm DE-VOID of emotion...
See, inside of me? Is a deep void. Get E-NOYED...
Every time they come in my shop, n' try to hit me with their cheap ploy.
A polarizing figure on Rapbattles, son - ain't no debate.
Long ass raps like bible scrolls, and I don't make a mistake...
This paper can take an unshakable weight
Of talent n' skill, n' now it will feel like the foundation's crumbling, once they break the restraint.
The fortress, is fortified. Been looking for spots...
In uncharted territory, before the army took up the lot.
It's in the canon, the story was told. The more that you know...
About it, it's a lot like Lukas Graham's... I had it, before I was 40 years old.

............

.................

They don't know what's what, until I fun-crush their platoon...
in a matter of seconds, Battalion just big enough so I can splatter contestants...
Shatter intestines all over the wall, so they know that I'm raw...
Open palm slap hard enough to break bones in their jaw...
And it doesn't stop there, like a Serbian Judoist.
I do this ish, "Sorry, Not Sorry" - word to Ludacris
Universal, I speak in a language only a few can pitch
With such tranquility, you would think it's straight from a Buddhist's lips...
I'm on a different plain, don't ask who I travel with
Frequencies make atoms split. I said I got the drive, forget a paddle shift.
I use to be back-pack, until my habits switched.
And now I'm a hybrid of both backpack and Gangster rapping shit
A black-star, word to Talib and Mos'...
We The Best, you know I had to take the Khalid approach...
They say they're on my plane, yet it's only valid, in coach.
Don't catch these hands right to the mouth, over jokes.
You say some disrespectful shit? And it's a pow, to the host.
Shit can go south over how you encroach in my territory - I'm territorial.
Yeah, put an end to his chapter; that's how the story go.
You can't ignore me, though. This forum know I was born the GOAT.
Broke it down to a science, while I was surrounded by giants.
Made them motherfuckers go and bow down, out of compliance.
Fire spouting, everywhere. Heavy lies...
the crown adorned in thorns, when I severed ties.
Ain't nothing like a black man getting wise.
Getting bread, like a park pigeon. Started from the ardent tongue..
of prose. Bars oppose any one of them market woes.
In the corners of the mind, where darkness shows..
Heartless, this is a 'carcass rolled up in carpet" goals...
Now. The whole style, is ridiculous. Think of this more or less
as a sinking ship. See the ink that hits the paper...
Like Tyson, fighting in prison. It's... a different ballgame.
I let your jaw hang with this raw off-the-wall slang.
Curated by yours truly. Metaphors move bodies, like jump scares in horror movies.
Long before they were more groovy.
This is before Tookie, and Crip wars. That shit is foreign to me, now.
Dudes is foul, acting Juvenile.
Bring 'em too my aisle, and see what will happen.
There will be no ceasefire, and there will be no inaction...
Once the wheels squeal, you will feel the vehicle's traction
Picking up, before you see us go smashing...
Ain't no crash dummy's intact, sonny. My feeling's may have 'waned/wayne'd"
But I'm still after that Cash Money. Out here, bashing a bad bunny.
Playmate of the year, 2019. But I digress on the topic.
Do keys in my boredom for when I just wanna talk shit...
Do it and let it blend in with the rest of that nonsense
So that when I drop the real shit, I know the fake shit won't press on my conscience.
Y'all doing too much for too little, I do scribble some illness..
In a matter of minutes, without any limits.
And that's why I'm doubting you cynics, now that I'm in it.
And up close. Keep my foot on the gas when I crush souls...
Walking on hot coals. A lot of talking, I got goals
Some things to fulfill. King Of The Hill for when you think I'm a chill.
Last thing on my mind, like Jada, thinking of Will.
Smacking the shit out of Chris, you get like this? And some ink's gonna spill.
So many obstacles near me, it feels impossible
To be talking this clearly. Celph Taut getting heir, known now has an unstoppable theory.
Getting heir, while these oxymoron's need the oxygen mask
If these fruits walk up in class with that attitude, then I'm popping their cherry.
Huh, banana for scale. Scared to walk through the gauntlet; both hands on the rail.
Slip, and watch these amateurs fail.
You said you're the best. Well, that's not what the cameras entailed.
Outlandish, dropping nicer bars than a Canada jail.
Damn it, they're frail. It's almost scary. Karen Carpenter...
figures. I figure, I can barely talk with ya there, and not go nuts.
How you gon' pop on us? I let my thoughts adjust for a second
You lost your touch if you step in this ring of mine n' then not get crushed.
Speed of a Cheetah, evil demeanor concurrent
If you got an ego for me, know my key a deterrent
Break the speech barrier with nothing more than a whistle...
Before you were born, I was known to be forum official
Bunch of stupid ass forums, did some boards n' got bored, easy.
the monotony thought to be not for me, got to me, honestly.
Now, I'm older still defining the will of tyrants, fascinated
By continuing the build the guidance, occupying
the same roads that these lames hold, desperately.
Trying to recreate the magic they had... batteries, sold separately.
Forget a plug and play. I've been bugging, since camping out, on a summer day.
That made your insecurities, run away.

Who want to come for me? Yeah, it wouldn't be wise.
Come for me, until you see that evil look in my eyes
And know I'm not playing, like I was out with a bad knee...
Actually, Ronnie Coleman when airing out on my past beefs.
Come to the gun show, with automatic assault rifles
Nikolas Cruz, picking on dudes. Set the fire, you done lit up the fuse.
Kids are amused until you get killed... then it's silence.
Say a prayer, Kamehameha... my aim is violence.
The last thing I want to do is keep the peace....
Just kidding. I'm gonna keep the 'piece'... on me, at least.
It will be a feast, over Capitol Hill, once they free the beast.
The slaughter will be wherever I leave you, sheep.
I stood the test of time, and then I stood the test, to time
my best, right down to the second time - who's next in line?
Through sheer dedication, I am the loc'est.
Eying approaches, long before they were finding their focus
Sitting idly by lines of code, dropping, like you're reading the screen
Of the matrix, trying to decipher the lines that they type up... to see what it means.
You'll get it, once I want you to get it. Your thoughts are pathetic...
See the fruits of my labor, grow. The crops, are genetic.
I saw to it to be something of a titan and achieved it...
What they are, can only be described, or likened, to Beavis.
Or fighting a fetus. They don't even have the height to achieve this.
Let alone the temperament, so they get up and quit.
Their DAW tools were never legit... I've seen Commodore 64's ....
That were better equipped. Might' as well call this, Enter The Fist.
Co-starring your chin.. once we line up your jaw, then the plot can begin.
I'm not about playing possum, again.
The Rock, in the gym with the reps, son.
Suppose to be ready 'fore the confetti is thrown.
Deadly is known as my nickname. Come in too hot, and your spaghetti, get's blown.
No pasta dish. Big Rasta ish...
You're dreading the fury, then a shot gets licked...
Nerve damage is an incredible thing to live with...
So get out of that small pond mentality when you talk to a big fish.

Big fish, got enough bars on this apple to take a witch sole,
Psych, I don't have a mac-really prefer windows,
Think that was corny? A reach? That's an actual fact,
But diss my fin wordplay n land flat on ya back,
I'm a whale in a fairground plastic bag,
I'm a snail n I shell out crackin crabs,
Everytime I strike the pad it's a classic match,
Still slap the brim off ya head with a handicap,
Sweet raisins, I spray these chumps like cheap fragrance,
Take ya face off like deep fakin,
Mach 10 with a Mac 10, drive bys like street racin,
I keep it G with drawing tools like freemasons

Mano A Mano, Punches Leaving Hair Red Like McDonald's...
What's Grimace I'd Like To Give You The Trey With A Combo...
But This Is More Than Quite The Concoction...It's Swiping Your Top...
You Know, Heavy Shit...Sounds Like A Motorbike When It's Popping...
Rifles I'm Talking, I Don't Have A Reason To Go Light With The Options...
If I Kill You There'd Be Too Much Blood On Sight For The Chalking...
Life Is Exhausting...That's Why I Relieve The Weak From It's Evil Clutch...
You Think It's Heaven After You Die But What You Perceive Is Dust...
I Put My Heart In A Pen, Witness The Stroke Of Death...
A Fatal Stabbing & An Open Chest...The Most Grotesque...
Get Placed In A Hole Where You're Supposed To Rest...Get Ghosted Next...
But Not Before I Bury Your Roasted Flesh, What An Atrocious Mess...
I'm Cracked With The Skill Of Rap, Come Scrap & Get Killed...
I Don't Need A Drug To Achieve A Buzz, I Just Practice The Will...
You're Fired Up With A Gassed Flow, That's Why Your Tracks Are Distilled...
It's Separated From ILL Substance & Your Glasses Are Filled...

My vernacular feels great, it's like a pastor, instilling
biblical teachings of the wrath; I'm a villain.
Michael Rafferty, still in his car, looking up snatching up children.
Sees Tori Stafford. I'm still a bastard, that's willing
...To go to places they don't talk about at their faculty dealings.
They can't rap with me. See, I'm actually chilling.
Blast off, haphazardly crash through the ceiling, like Super Dave.
OK? I'm back in the building. Became a master at wielding...
Wordplay like an axe through your heel, and hacking you, 'till
there's too many pieces of you for the task to conceal it...
Spitting acid, it will look like your ash is acrylic plastic...
Watch your existence evaporate, in seconds. 5...4... my door?
Guerilla tactics, Attila. They been lying about...
Everything that they've been rhyming about. It's why I've been finding it out.
Controversially the first to be working the scene....
They spend hours of their day, attempting to usurp the machine...
For what it's worth? My buzz will flirt with the schemes...
It's seamless. This 'thread'? has been worked in my 'genes'...
Plaid out the fads - they're washed out... their purpose, a dream.
Say it's curtains, put the nurses between... the beeping monitor...
To drown out the worst of the screams...
Bad Boy, long before Puffy came...
Knuckle game: "Miles" ahead of these cats. They turn 'tail', then run away.
Cold flow; oh no - what have you done, today?
Got an army like Leonidas 300, but not ONE is brave.
Indiana, in which my grammar in pitch solidified.
Straight enough to hurt Smither's pride.
You don't wanna see this sinner's side.
Long before I was 'adulting', I was 'youth-in it up'...
You may have to, however, I am talking about me right now, so, who gives a f---?
Scram. Too much big fish that lies on my plate.
To many little fish that tried to escape, from outside of the lake.
And now? I'm putting two feet in it, to widen the gate...
Those who die? Will have, defying a great for respect, but it might have been late.

I'm Godless & I Don't Respect Your Kind Of Religion...
Y'all Are More Pussy Than An Island Of Women...
I Am The Tyrant Who's Willing To Pop Guns With Violent Precision...
Headshot, To Have Your Skull Split In 2 Like Binary Fission...
I Will "Reign" & Gain A Lot Of "Wins", These Advisories Given...
Are Simply To Let You Know To Run Since I've Finally Risen...
Your Rhymes Are Forbidden, I Should Reduce You To A Sudden Corpse...
I Wood Bang On You For Those Sentences Like A Judge In Court...
These Weapons Get Waved...I Love To Put Death In A Phrase...
Letting The Brave Know I'm An Animal Behind Bars Like Pets In A Cage...
There's Wizardry Behind The Lines Like The Text Of A Mage...
I Activate The Spells Before I Set Them Ablaze...
It's Best To Evade These Threats Cause I Negate Whatever Efforts You've Made...
You'll Get Torn Up Like The Flesh Of A Slave...
I'm Extra Depraved, You'll Be A Victim All Pressed & Enraged...
Buried Alive To Die In Claustrophobic Madness For The Rest Of His Days...

Looked at myself, n' realized skill is a reflection of age...
Something I've been building from within, since my conceptual ways...
Messages laid the foundation, 'fore it's pressed to a page
Like remedial art, got 'em watching how these sentences, gauge...
Word... and gauge, they do. Feel the rage, set the page anew.
The refracted light I've attracted, might have been baby blue.
Yet, these flames have a Cajun hue... Dukes of Hazard,
pull you cats up out of your Daisy Dukes...
I assure you, these firearms? They were raised, to shoot...
Long before the informational age of truth...
Of half-hearted praise that my brain contains in a spatial loop...
Seeing both sides of the spectrum... reckon,
I've been reflecting on the lies they keep inside, to protect 'em.
I don't respect 'em, no more than they can pry for the next, and...
Cease fire, for an exit admired more than Boris Johnson aspiring, to Brexit...
Word... there's a special place in hell, for the scum...
Walk around brain dead, then say they're the intelligent one...
Well, I'll drink to that... putting more stars around the constellation...
...Of their thinking cap... with their stories I think they're 'cap'...
Sinking back into an ideology, without an intrinsic link attached...
To break the chains of their pseudo Abraham Lincoln acts...
Won't be psychologically enslaved. Won't be chained to a singular thought..
Thinking I'm not speaking my mind... fine
But this ain't gonna stop.. went from holding it in the whole time to taking a shot...
Brings me back to the days I got to blaze with recreational pot...
Spaced out, at the rec' center... dreaming of luxury...
Seems like it's just for me... the screams they adjusted, beams, from a custom screen.
Yeah, figured it wouldn't be much left...
Closed fists and closed doors - making up threats.
So, what's next? A radio slot; catch me ripping, on Funk Flex..
With a pen, and a paper, for anybody that 'won test.
Can kick it, on Stretch - bring it back to Bobbito.
My drive? Crazy. Ain't nobody that can match the libido.
Raps are med-evil, we doing this like the Cable Guy...
Say goodbye to your inhibitions, through the crack of a peep-hole.
We ain't actually people no more, we aliens in this shit...
Finna' split like fricking nuclear fission bits..

I'm unclear whether using fission for fishing's efficient, if you just wanna kill a fish it's sufficient, but I know it's not allowed in pro fishing so regardless of whether you're anti or pro-fission it's not proficient, probably best to stick to pole fishing, there's a lot of radiation emission from fission so in the long term it could leave any lakes the fish in fish-deficient, plus unfit for swimming, skinny dipping, but ideal to dump a body and sink with bricks in, gobbledegook,
You hear about the racist cannibal? He gobbled a gook,
I like Asian bitches, as long as they're honest n cute then I'd love to splash on a Thai like shopping for suits

https://youtu.be/5TqJkS0fafs

Still finessing,ill
First I'm gonna keep this real
RIP Mumita
That was my cockatiel
You would play with my kids, and terrorize the new ones
But really you was training them to identify Nuance
You used to chill on my shoulder for hours, would even take a nap
After a while you go back to your cage to take a crap
We'd communicate via a series of chirps
Now it's too late, I buried you in the earth
But I'll always carry you in my heart for what it's worth
That's what my 5yr old told me when I was hurt
Like TURING RED, she took my hand and lead
And here I am regurgitating the words she said
At least my daughter gained wisdom in your death
A bonding moment that was ill-ly finessed
Yes
I'm truly blessed, stressed, but happy I must confess
Can't take nothing for granted, time is timeless
Time is precious
Time lacks words
Emit is time backwards
In my mind I go back in time for that bird 🐦

Figure I would just do my thing, no acting kosher, here...
Look above, have to talk to me like you're overseer.
Got the drive, when it's thrown in gear?
Cats grab the stick n' then hold in fear... basically through my whole career,
I had to throw the key in the lock...
whether it was me, Willy Beaming, I thought
the thought of me was gone of ever leaving the spot...
And now? It's back, like the front turned...
Far as any concern, regarding my stature, I'm-a make son learn...
The stove's hot, the sun burns - ain't nothing new to it, yet...
I keep taking off because they keep adding fuel to my jet...
Too many steps in the arena and now they're losing their breath
Over how I rework works of art, into musical sets
Composure can pose sure fire ways to calm...
And I ain't playing along... too many spots to wait to be on...
Impact of it all is like detonating a bomb...
Take the world n' carry the whole weight, in my palm
Hell's Kitchen isn't hot enough... the waiter yelling, "Bottom's up"...
1-800, don't put me on hold - I'm ready to call their bluff.
Dogging what, with this pedigree? Cerberus energy
Fire murderous, settle beef... Cannibals wondering, "can we eat?"
I don't speak French, but, this verse is looking "Magnifique"
*CHEF KISS* - They ran the beat. I know that they can't compete...
Damn elite, on the chair. I'm here for all this smoke...
Till you can't walk down the halls, before you fall and choke.
Got a break through a 3rd level balcony glass, panicking...
Airhead went back in the store, trying to save Mannequins...
I was just laughing, then... it finally hit me...
I fire on any empire 'till empty, in town square - I am Zelensky.
Speak the will of the people in feeling like equals...
The syllable's lethal. A young Larry Bird, building his free-throws...

I entered a competition at furniture4u and won a free throw,
I think it's pretty weird how emus dress like emos,
I'm still tryna build my bebo,
Cassidy said, "Y'all talkin bout that but talk about me tho",
Fearne Cotton: Pedo,
I feel like bakery should help people with depression as we grow,
Then if you ever feel low it's with bero,
We think some of us talk fresher but take a look through the peep hole and you'll realise we all say it the same, "ayyy Chico",
Stay sweet with the stick like chuppa chupps,
Most rappers talk gangsta but wouldn't fuck with jemima puddleduck,
Where I live it's hard to find a bubble butt that doesn't come with a double gut,
Mathematics, that about sums it up

I'm Accustomed Killing, Yeah...With The Nuts Of A Villain...
I Got "Steel, Beams" & You "Wood Get Drilled"...I Ain't Constructing A Building...
The Guts That I'm Spilling Might Force A Snitch To Sing...
But This Silencer Have'em Falling On Deaf Ears...Nobody's Listening...
Burner In The Mouth Like Hot Sauce On A Chicken Wing...
...You Wanna Know Why I'm Badder?, I Got Sticks To Swing...
2 Large Rounds For That Ass Like A Rickshaw Seat...
Shotty Have Your Body Shaped Like A Jigsaw Piece...
If I Persecute You With A Verse & Mute You, I'll Laugh About It...
Ya Mouth Bin A Garbage Producer Since Nothing But Trash Come Out It...
The Winchester Reduce Your Weak Ass To Maggot Fodder...
You Rap Thinking You Blaze It Hotter But It's Stagnant Water...
I'll Stage A Slaughter Though I Can't Be Fazed Or Bothered...
But I Was Groomed To Kill Those Who Are Not Made Of Honor...
Were You Hoping My Threats Would Be Spoken? Nope...Weaponry Smoking...
Would You Rather A Gaping Chest Wound Or A Vein In Your Neck To Be Opened??...

https://youtu.be/XO0CY3EP-6c

iLL be unbelievable
Argumentative, disagreeable
At the same time most wanted
I might be broke today but the doughs coming
Those that know, know you know nothing
You the type to go LET ME HOLD SOMETHING
Want me to take out an O to front him
At a price so nice I can't even profit in a way that makes sense
These vagrants keep trying my patience
I create space from written statements
Only recognized aces can claim adjacent
Until the day this Saiyan awakens
The scouts scanner breaks from taking power measurements
My power devoures leaving nothing be excrement
Divine wisdom to a cowards pestilence
Soured by my excellence
I climb a tower as part of my regiment
In total it takes a half an hour, at first I was hesitant
Two years later and I been doing it ever since
And now I'm undisputed like Skip, Shannon, Errol Spence
Now people confuse my confidence for arrogance
If you look into my eyes you'll see a pharaohs glimpse...

https://youtu.be/Ei9dGxAuTNk

I pray

Mostly for forgiveness

Because I'm a sinner

Ase

God is my witness

I can't see him because he is inward

Have you had a talk recently?
Focused into his frequency
Did you notice the regency, antiquity
I didn't have the chance
The intellect overloaded my brain in the span of a glance
I'm not mad at the plans
It's up to man to have his quality of life enhanced
If he just follows the rules
Quit following man
It's not about what's written
It's about how you're living
Each of the religions is teaching a system
I put nobody before God and I calls that wisdom
Once you're really in tune with God all you need is faith
Away from these systems some will need to break
Practice what you preach instead of preaching what you ain't
Who doesn't paint themselves as a saint
And even in the times when you are, your legacy
People will taint
You can take that to the bank
If you're being sincere then it's not where you rank
If I'm doing God's work then I only have God to thank
Just keeping it real
I'm just keeping it trill
The man you're peeping is -iLL
Always increasing the peak of my skills
I'm offered seats in guilds
I'm just trying to build but not by doing what thou Will
I won't strike my brother
Not when night covers or the light hovers
I quote hip hop like scripture
Whoa it's crazy baby I got the game smothered...

Uh, treat their ass like Wayan's brother
Their gains wouldn't measure up to a stain on a Hanes under...
- wear... who they talking to? Locked and loaded; I got to shoot...
Not the one that would settle down for the office route.
Or the office rowl-'t... remember Scared Straight, inmates, holding their pockets out...
Without the Likes, and they got some clout...
Told 'em kids, this is how it's gonna be...
If you don't listen to me, you will be in a cell that you wish you could leave.
But, they didn't care. Just like I don't, now.
Still bringing the fire 'round this side of town...
To the air, I've been pilot bound... hitting such high notes, that they say I'm after Mariah's crown.
You dogs wouldn't make it a day inside my pound...
Or my pond, so leap, frog.
Contemplating, inside a room, doing deep thought.
A couple of things that I keep, locked.
All these kids got an admiration for Steve Jobs...
Doesn't measure up to the amount of freedom that we've lost..
Got you watching your screens, gawking at memes.
All these talkative teens...
Paying into a system of monetary means...
At the behest of the chapel, is those invested, in APPL.
Politicians spread the message on issues that they're expected to tackle
And you're just perplexed by all, ain't ya?
Stirring the pot... stick your feet into the proverbial plot.
Get it wet, yet it's Almost Dry...
Coke God; need a messiah to fall beside... this right here, is a homicide.
Preaching about uncertainty doesn't mean shit to those
Hanging by the wayside of the fishing poles
Rods... whatever, dangling bait... hang, at a lake.
Don't be singled out by St. Peter, while you bang at the gate.
Too busy in the fields of the mischievous, trying to strangle the snakes
that have enough venom in one fang to completely mangle a face
And Beatrice knew it when she confronted Budd, at his a trailer
The first time she came, and he used his gun to impale her
A shallow grave doesn't destroy the resolve of somebody's will to live
They're coming after you with everything they got, especially if you kill their kid
My eccentricity exceeds Gary Busey's with a hit of cocaine..
Consider the pain administered enough to destroy your amphibian brain
With minimal aim, I'm shooting averages to the likes of Steph Curry
Back and forth on the court, all day, got the ref's worried
That's cool - I'm not. Make 'em all retire, with Goblin fire
They couldn't put up mental blocks fast enough, wish the walls were higher
I'm in the business of red pilling my opps
To put up their closing signs while they're still in their shops
Diligent. -Watch how … these thoughts pile before they topple over the edge..
I Leonidas kick 'em off, while they're holding the ledge...
I know me some heads that have no problem with...
Being in front of your hood, like a body kit.
Catch me, 'roundhouse, like a karate kick...
The tommy lift you off of the floor, like a Maserati shift...
Say hello the camera, cause it's shooting live...
You shoot to get you some clout from people, I shoot, you die.
The amount of bullets going to you, now only you decide
You got maybe 10 transgressions, but only two can slide
The other 8? Embedded in me; you'd never get free.
Battery in my back - where could that energy be?
Shock value. A lot of these younger heads I'm-a talk down to.
Reduced to a stain on the couch where your pops found you
I don't need you to preach, just read it and weep.
I give you an overpriced asswhooping; make you keep the receipt

Yeah. Bad Boy, ain't no Evil competes...
Commit exorcism, let the god flow breathe through the beats...
Deebo'ing geeks when I see 'em out with their bikes, riding...
Come right by 'em, on foot, n' send those boys sky diving...
That means they're taking flight, somebody tell the Stewardess...
Don't need a black-box on board to tell how I do this shit
I simply push the keys, and it forms... what you've been reading on forums
From me, is a warning... "Badder" than bad, and the evil is dormant.
So what words can describe the many atrocities?
Talk in such a tonality, it almost feels like a loss of speech.
Velocity of an airborne virus, spreading like wildfire...
across the streets. The vitriol that eradicated hip hop police...
And now, it's stop and frisk. Statures where you lose your rights to the law...
Lose sleep and lose money through lawyers, while you're fighting it off.
Qualified immunity. Y'all can try to prove deceit...
Through all the lies they do, 'till they're falsifying you, this week.
Not to say you shouldn't stand up for your rights as a person...
Blue pilled, spent our whole lives under the knife of a surgeon...
The paths of civilians and public servants, are likely diverging...
So inane topics like the Will Slap and Johnny Depp act like a diversion..
Who's sleep at the wheel? That is a bait joke...
Fish in the sea fall asleep, then act like their 'fake woke'
The soul snatcher, like Shang Tsung. Numb to the face with it...
Basic is, all dating advice on a relationships
Sentient beings, like Space Kangaroos, turning to atheists
Fearing a God of the Gaps while they're trapped inside of a stasis, is...
Insane... membrane fluid, slowly draining...
Walk the floor like a Mastodon, leave holes in the pavement..
I know what you're saying, ignore it, and go with my own...
form of vocal exfoliation and placate my own innovations...
Right? Wrong. close minded, needing an out...
Short-circuited. The mass exodus, reading in doubt.
Touch the cymbal with the wrath of the Monkey Paw, shimmering...
Secretion of a Madman's sweat into a limerence

Man, and he still got more to drop? It's almost 4 o clock.
Went up in that bitch with the finger glove's and then tore the spot.
Was on this board a lot, before how boring this forum got
And now I got all sort of thoughts for anyone wanna war with Taut
Shit is simply and easy, with the info, releasing the Kraken...
Digital sequences tracking the beating, wanting piece of the action...
Keep it to rapping. Celph - we don't wanna see the attraction...
The fruit of my labor to the debaters. They can see that he has a passion.
Mel Gibson had one, too... didn't go quite like mine...
Seeing a God get whipped to his back so brutally, is some frightening times
For those that couldn't stomach it. I'm not the one you should rumble with...
Fucking rip you apart, even if I am on some humble shit...
Like, torture rack the fuck out of you... you will get snuffed, out the blue.
All you see is the buffering view, like a video when it's stuck on the Tube...
Or stuck on the telly. Rocking Grime and British shit..
Faces of Death, still can't blur the lives of the innocent..
I'm finna spit acid, watch it chew through transformers, diffused.
Heisenberg with the pen - I got the formula used..
And the presence of mind. Presents of mine, are like a warning, to Scrooge.
Unhinged, like Elliot Rodgers, swarming a college dorm, with the tools.
No manifesto, though. Spit this type of text, your chest will blow.
Soon as I let this message go, you can expect a pro.
So, digest it, to your intestinal. Test the waters, you see the bough breaks.
The X factor, leaving the stage with the Simon Cowell face.
I'm in a wild place, where no one should visit...
Where the flow is exquisite, but the roads up here are frozen, and frigid.
The shit I'm on here, is nobody's business. Let's keep it casual.
The echo chambers break all around you, soon as a snatch your soul.
Now, that part was uncanny, but this? is facts, for show.
Got a turbo jet on my back, and I'm speeding past you hoes.
These bird-bath rappers know that I'm Jack Reacher, confirmed...
"Definition" in these bars, since we're speaking, in 'term'..
We ain't concerned with the others - believe me, they'll learn.
I'm Nas's career, skyrocketing upwards, after leaving The Firm..
Put pressure to their necks and squeeze, like Lee Rodarte...
The keys are gnarly, indeed. With me, you'll hardly believe I'm sorry.
On the contrary, I couldn't be more apathetic.
Looking at it, I have to get it. Shit right here, is the master edit.
You cat's pathetic, talking about you'll ruin me.
Victor Vaughan, this is what they'd expect a new age Doom to be.
Feel the electromagnetic energy pulsating through the beat
The waves are enough to bring Bernie Lomax to his feet...
Rip the tags of the upholstery. I'm dropping it off, for the weekend...
You can talk on anything you want, just not when I'm speaking.
I'm pretty adamant about that, it's a war of words..
You boring nerds are stalemates behind a door, ready for a purge.
I would have left the scene right then, but more emerged..
Now you're getting exactly what I believe that this board deserves
A rude awakening. Tombstone's, fallen apart.
Family's try to get away, but their cars wouldn't start...
They're all sitting ducks when it happens, more bodies to drop...
Hit everybody, so no worries of one calling the cops...

Change up all of your locks, or I'm busting through the door.
Almost 20 years Celph, why you still to this for?
I do it because there's too many plugs, and not enough outlets.
Big dog on the block if you pups are about shit...
Big dick energy vibes, even though my pen is advised
To keep it kosher, I still let it spray across enemy lines
Because I'd rather not give a fuck, than to live it up...
Rather be a casualty than hopeless, and sitting in a rut...
Kid's get struck with the lightning hand, a demigod...
Feel the wrath of Anubis, when these bolts get to letting off
No outreach program is safe from harboring you from me..
Online rap can quickly become something to the street...
Who's elite? Don't listen to the voice in your ear...
You talk it enough times into existence, and the choice will appear.
Boys have been scared, telling themselves to not get involved..
Before you know what's coming, get to walking it off
Simple footwork and speedbag punching - the shit is infinite...
Finish this bag up like Bradley Cooper, in Limitless.
Then go to work on these sentences... walls get torn into pieces.
Hear the echo's of the souls that are normally speechless.
Cypher Alumni was always thought to be one guy...
Snipe off competition, they ain't around when we come by.
Feel the shadow across your back, before it is curtains...
And realize all too late these ain't just performative verses
These were formed with a purpose, I'm done playing around with you scum..
Bare witness to the birth of what the style has become
And pay homage. Put a finger to feel a pulse. Man, they ain't conscious.
I ain't looking for motherfuckers to take hostage
I don't want a ransom award, or anyone I'm answering for
I'm shooting on stage before they even get a chance to perform...

Chance to perform, I'm a chance performer,
I shoot on stage too, cuz I'm a spaff marauder with a wank disorder, tell em shake my hand, smell it, that's ya daughter, unless she's a teenager then it's your wifey tho,
Topic switch, rappity rap, what has transpired bros?
Heard who's dead? Ermm-you-cuz, soon as I align the nose,
I'm remarkably hot, hencefuck I'm with the fire hos,
Bailamos,
I just take selfies in my bathroom when I'm alone n strike a pose like it's vogue,
"Ooo look at me I'm magic" fuck off Dynamo,
I'm not some incel tryna find a hole but
100000000001000000100,
Cuz it's not a cipher flow without a line of code,
Life is dope unless your dying, old, deaf, blind or both, a shadow in the dimming light of hope, a young child stolen by the pope, you, me, every girl n guy I know, in which case yeah, its a giant joke, ask Goliath bro, and I'll reply "i won't go lieth, no, for I have but recently liath with thyeth ho",
Eeny meeny miny mo,
Mo money mo problems mo ways to get high,
Mo gun bars? To turn bodies cold, what I'm aimin suffice,
I stay mobile, gun sideways when I'm taking ya life,
you'll go from portrait to landscape soon as I rotate the device

https://youtu.be/yy0OJhQwuAw

Shoot'em up
Kill kill kill, murda murda
The cypha with words observed
I must have some nerve, disturbed, thinking I could preserve
Or lead the heard
Whatever I get will be deserved
First off, never in your life second guess me, that's your third strike
You up shits creek
In less than four seconds five shots will equal 6 feet
I exist, in the present
So I'm the gift
Who persists, intellect and wits
Check my prints they match the description
I'm like that white, hard rock, Jane's addiction
Strumming the guitar in the kitchen
You'd think I was Elvis the way I whip it
Everything I say is terrific
Might roll up on a bitch quick Ms what's them digits
And bring a witness when we do our business
That's how you win this
Game of life
Maintain a lane to gain the right
To slap a bitch like Wayne (Brady) Will, Ike
iLL the type to punch out your lights for a Klondike
Fake beef, "Beyond Hype"
When the crackdown you'll see neon lights
Like Terry Crews or The Gotham knight
Combine the two, find a few bodies
I've grinded up a few probably
I need a new hobby
But these niggaz gonna still try to rob me
So I have to be ready to kill, possibly
Once blood spills you're obsolete
There's sharks in the water so it's time to eat

You're a common shark, I'm a ~megalodon~./
A ~predator on~ competitors, I ~fed on the prawns~./
I use pencils to practice sketching so my ~weapons are drawn~./
The art of taking shots like a ~sketch of Lebron~./
Except my portraits are missing their legs, ~head and their arms~./
Dip my paint brush in the water, leave you ~dead in a pond~./

~Ready with bombs~. This is my ~introduction~, no ~interruption~ to ~pen destruction~./
~End your loved ones~ by ~sending dozens~ of shots my pen's a bar~tender clubbing~./

I'm a barber slash photographer with ~statements I drop~./
Which means I make the cut when I'm ~taking these shots~./

What I ~like to write~, will cause a ~fire fight~ with this en~tire site~./
I will smoke newbies, vets, mods and the re~tired types~./

Iron Mike... Tyson, on a plane - they ain't trying fight...
God-body Messiah like...
Desire right... inside of me, providing we getting higher. Flight...
Not experiencing turbulence, with this pilot. Might..
Feel the electricity, when you fly a kite...
Sir Isaac Newton, see this Apple, falling out of the tree...
Had the shock value since the blackout, in 2003..
Looking at this power and wondering how it's perceived
Uploading to a browser, n' leave this forum with a thousand of keys...
...Man, 350 degrees, baking, inside of the oven...
I want an equal amount of blueberries inside of this muffin...
When you name your top 5, just make sure that I'm inside that discussion...
Fly over subjects like side winders, binding to brushes
See the artform of finalized touches... it'd be wise for those liars to hush it
Quiet with their non-compliant assumptions..
Even with stomach pain, I bug their brain...
Counter-strike with the rubber aim, a shot hit 'em like a knockout, from Clubber Lang.
Doing sketch work, with a stencil. Doing guest work, with a pencil...
Doing keys with a keyboard. Doing Gods work, with my mental...
I pretty much embody the intrinsic nature of pen and paper...
Penetrate the mind state, with intensive data...
Brain all over the car, like Vincent Vega...
Tell the Wolf to hit the pager, to clean the interior, if your kids in danger.
Blankets for the back, have it looking like new...
A lot evil in this world, what will having good in it do?
Not much, aside from slow the erosion of morality..
How can we go back to that shit when they have it out for me?
Vanilla Ice looking over a three-story balcony
While talking to Suge Knight, attempting to sign his life away.
Difference is night and day.
You step inside of that boss's office? You might get played.
I mean, Snoop kept a knife, on a private plane.
Thinking he would be attacked... you're looking at politicians
and asking them, "Where's my freedom at?"
When you live in a world where you're constantly being tracked..
Occasionally, you look into clearing your cache...
All the while, big brother is aware of your past...
Know you got contraband on you, they're wondering where it is stashed..
Oh, I see it there in his hands...
He must have something illegal on him. I mean, look at the way he's wearing his pants!
And for years that was America's stance...
and now it's about the social media era, for fans.
There's an advance on your rights, and you're fucked if you don't know...
We've been at it for years, seriously, where does this road go?

https://youtu.be/YIHPQxsrPFU
What shit you on today cuz?...



iLL's on his Nas shit.. I embrace y'all with napalm
In shark infested waters I stay calm
In the boat version of a wraith created by Raytheon
Cuz I got more Niggaz on tap than Savion
Yawn
I'm moving like a queen
You moving like a king or pawn
But you don't understand the game
You thought I was lame cuz you don't know how to play
If I say you hung like a horse means you taking an L
And iLL can give you two like cool J
I'm not gay...
You're the one interpreting words in that way
If a word has a double meaning
And you have trouble always leaning
In the direction of erections
I call that a silent confession
I'm not here to knock or block you
You have my blessings 🫢
Redirect your misdirection to easily deflect misconceptions
I'm a rockstar, 5th dimension
Next question...
Yup
Armed with them weapons
Astral projections
Gas laden asteroid fields
Voids fill with horizons
Now we're enterprising
Synthesizing vibrant environments
Leave a Version of man and give him entitlements
And a book with basic instructions but don't know what to title it
All I know is you can't use violence on your fellow man
Or move like a tyrant but few understand
How can you join a gang then claim you are your own man?
Some do it for the fame
Others say they just following their old man
Who never developed into old hand
Never seen a son and pop on a block patrolling 🤔

The thoughts I hold in... free-ranged, won't be stopped from molding...
How can you not behold him?
Was a son of a gun, soon as his pop had rolled in...
The barrel is like a black hole... look inside it long enough, see a million of trapped souls...
A Capture still images of pain, like Mark Laita had photographed it...
Even for the frames where they don't know the caption...
Yet, still hold a passion for putting memories on a dry sheet
To awake something that lies deep inside of them, for their own reaction
Protoplasm on the windshield, use the wipers to clean it...
It creates wings from the effect, n' is likened to Jesus
For the holy sect, holding their rosary close to the homie's neck
Tears that trickle down on the black rose that's left...
Project doors, where Ecko and Fubu is brand heritage...
Like polo sweats, if there's a price on your head? They gon' collect.
Ain't no running from the reaper when the reaper comes
Black clouds fog up the air and go in the preacher's lung
Street code and lingo is so much so, that they speak in tongue
Police that come around, get a good look at what we've become
Millionaires, but not through hedge fund investments
Through dirty money connections, that push a weight through corrections
Got the message long before the Hip Hop forefathers
we're speaking on it, then you go talk about it, in confessions
Lessons are hard to come by. Alumni back in this bitch...
On the upside - this is what it looks like, when Dove's Cry
Uh, word to Prince - I'm something likened to royalty...
Cook beef to ravioli, we're feeling like we are Boyardee
Came out the backroom with the order, what is in store for me
I was on the board since the forum peak, with a war mystique...

~War for me brings more intrigue. Sure to be fun torturing~./
~Orbiting~ forums to de~stroy emcees more joyfully~./
~More to seek~. I Focus on Gladiators like ~Ford and Jeep~./
How words (Howard's) like Terrence allowed me to be a ~War Machine~./
~Importantly~ my ~text are flames~ The Phoenix force soaring across the ~dessert plains~./
The ~dezzi aimed~. I was Celph Taut to be Ill and ~Finesse the game~./
I ~paint my views~ with brushes made with ~ancient tools~./
~Pain's the muse~ with shades and ~Langston Hues~ through ~language used~./
~I frame a truth~ mainly my ~brain produced~ to ~hang with you~./
Strange fruit with guns by Aol to ~Aim at you~./
With ~9s that their holding~. Major issues for adults in their ~mind as their coping~./
They say depression is for Children ~Minor emotions~./
Kids ask innocuous questions a~bout our yesterdays~./
To ~investigate~ their futures and ~how we educate~./
~Elevate~ from questions a Cadillacs (Cat'll ask) like ~Escalades~./
~Regulate~ the roads we Traverse in a ~Chevrolet~./
Cruze over the ~present day~, ~seconds pave~ a way to the future we can't ~legislate~./
~Lead astray~. Revealing thoughts wear a ~negligee~./
~Separate the demons that meditate and scheme in my head to play~./
I scream in the bed I lay~ with several tiers(tears) l'm ~seeing like wedding cakes~./
I ~set Monet~ paintings in the foyer of my ~head's estate~./
My impression is (impressionist) I Claude through thoughts I ~let decay~./

Can I force some wordplay for 'I let decay'?
Depends whether I gave a Spanish bitch called Aylet D, que?
Raps hot, it's a case of dya quietly rush by the cypher alumni or pick em out the thread like your a tough guy,
that's timelessly unwise,
they'll be the same threads you'll likely get hung by,
2 chords around ya neck I'll start unwinding ya hood ties,
god level, if what I throw ups light it's the sunrise,
their lines get dragged out like "I guess it's finally goodbye",
I decided its fuck life, just as the fighting had run dry in what I was tryin to put right I was surprised with a bust pipe that's why it can suck mine n I'll use my curtain call as a site for my nut wipe

Spit shittier than dirty diapers - Such a nerdy writer
Quick to hurt an unworthy fighter - Fuck an early riser!
I'm a "in the dead of night"er - With every spliff my spirit's higher
Got the gift to kick a biter if he spits like his shit is tighter
Love the right to bear - Smite without a care
I'm heartless, I'll kick a paraplegic vet down a flight of stairs
Knife his son right through the ear, fuck his wife up in her rear
Squirt cream like a stomped ecclair 'til her guts they can't repair
I tuck chrome, fuck raps I bust poems
My own mother called me a Dirty Bastard, like Russ Jones
I rob homes, jack cars and flip shit for the money
Cuz I'm a junkie, that monkey turned me into a flunky...!

`Gurneys is where I want these`, ~ridiculous rappers~, ~hitting these bastards~./
`Firmly impair a lung squeeze` ~triggers and blast'em~ quickly till their ~kidneys collapses~./
Then fails like ~kids in their classes~. I got verses like ~Leviticus chapters~./
Meticulous ~scriptures I've crafted~ on ~biblical tablets~ hot as ~Icarus ashes~./
Is intricate and baffles ~Christians & Catholics~. These ~writtens established~ as ~my mightiest~
When ~I write or spit~, I peel nouns and pry verbs (Proverbs) ~like bible scripts~./
Demons in~vade my skull~ I ~pray to God~ the AKs empty when the safety's off./
I'll run your ~face & jaw~ through a ~table saw~. ~Spray your parts~ all over the ~basement ~walls./
~Scrape them off~ then place'em in ~baby jars~ on ~crates and carts~./
~Take them all~ across the street inside the ~neighbor's yard~./
A ~true villain~, watching shots cross the street like ~school children~./
In~to buildings~ filling students till a ~few killed them~./

Uh... I remember having that Wu feeling...
36 chambers, push the barricades to a new ceiling...
Instilling fear isn't the goal, but it's residual, though...
The Iron Guerilla; I am in militant-mode...
So there's a fine line, far as bars, rhymes and syllables go...
Still at that show, I just build 'em up, like the Gilligan show...
So, I feel like "The Skipper" when I'm out here, pillaging hoes..
Chilling, suppose to be a vet...
After 20 years, n' still couldn't leave the net...
Out here, growing green, like a Chia pet.
Fly till I die, R.I.P for Aailyah's death
'Member listening to Juvenile and D.R.E in my CD deck..
From watching P.A.C go at B.I.G, on my TV set
To being deaths, which, Inadvertently pushed...
the platform of "Gangsta"-rap to mainstream success....
I mean, it couldn't be in a clearer...
Than squeegeeing a mirror, to see it long before the social media era...
- Took over and diluted the brand...
Too many fans running to it to plan out the blueprint for these musical Stans...
Word... and y'all want me to be OK?
Fuck the podium, I'm here to give you the PSA.
The chips on my shoulder, feeling like Frito Lay...
We gon' play the Gambino way, once you see the K; 30 rocking, like Tina Fey.
Word to Teena Marie, it just comes easy to me...
I talk, and words form into rhyme schemes; I don't need to MC...
Generations still chasing a dream, going broke...
Stuck in a sea of failures, where no one floats...
So, it's probably best that you just row the boat... or
end up beside a private yacht, that is throwing rope...
...Still dangling around the nape of the owners throat...
Is it organic? Feeling like we the congregation...
Ain't enough soil for these deep-seeded conversations
Or public discourse... what y'all be yapping out?
Actively scout animosity on a 'per capita' route..
more level-headed, decided to take a measured approach
For these lunatics, using this as a leverage to post...
Mundane topics, I line 'em up in the enemy's scope..
Said it's a joke, 'till you're in a bottomless pit, wit' the end of the rope...

I key-style - which is flattering, I suppose.
But it's certainly not the best I can do...
every conceptual move is more a less perplexing to whomever
reads the text, and it's true...
twist your neck, till you flesh's askew
n' resembles the Exorcist, too. I spit transgression, the few
that see it, need the rest of the view
to come to the conclusion that it's not an illusion..
You see? I plot it, a lot like...the thought's amusing
so jot it in use a melodic fusion of patterns drawn...
to time segments n' periodical movements..
Word...
Got em' crumbling, dog ...n' some will applaud...
the rest will hate, designate shots that penetrate
thoughts faster than a millisecond of conscious...
Which is all I need for me to step into your subconscious slate...
contemplate a world of my own, n' push your boundaries beyond its gate...
Heartless - nothing platonic, mate...
sort of demonic, more than iconic, traits of hip hop pull your monitor from it's sardonic state..
Yeah, fuck it. I'm keying.
But feel like I'm dreaming in time, can't see what my mind's weaving..
teetering the scales of your logic, how's our product even?
It's not... you're mistaken here...I'm awaken, but bare naked, yeah...
rear-naked choke-hold the heir, make it clear...
Placing my stakes in here like the market, I'm taking shares...
Bone hoe's (Bono's) like Chaz - yeah, I think it's Cher...
I think it's fair enough... reflecting modern concepts, putting the mirrors up..
Make it abundantly clear, to queers, when I hear yah stuff...
Mixed emotions involved, I don't think you're dope here it all...
Can't aFord to lose my Focus at all...
Social media's grown to evolve, n' y'all are just another post on the wall...
I'm a dirt bag, a bag of dirt. You maggots hurt.
Mad... seeing the plague at work - you live in the 90's there, with your dragon shirt.
My style's a product of transcending. Plans ending to begin
of thinking outside of the box, as soon as I see the side's unlocked.
Outside of Zion, the lion that watches the herd running like it's a Fox..
My writing is shots of lightning, brightening watts in my idea bulb..
Feeding off of the pre-evolved sub species, y'all...
Because I can, exposing the upcoming plan... fuck a fan.
Got drive, tie up your seat-buckle band...
Feeling tired n' weary... comparing William Paley's design with science and theory...