Keystyle Cypher!

Retirement nearly in the cards when I decide to stop...
I just jot whatever comes to mind, so...
Their lines are never up to what I concoct...
Get crucified if they 'cross me', like bible talk... with a rival,
- thought my flow, slow for their tribal flock...
Nah... on the contrary, it's "on schedule"...
Taking orders, in Hell's Kitchen... it's gonna be a long menu...
Especially if you show up to the wrong venue
I come in calm, then do some damage, like Benny Lai when I let it fly...
Word to Vanilla Sky... it feels like a demo, but I am energized..
Shock value for the forecast that's telling lies...
Ain't that libel? Rap idol, more than Bo Jackson, beating the Black Michael.
Charles Manson, staring at Sharon Tate; I am that psycho...
Came back out the wash and rinse - it's a half cycle
Go back to the past, see a hundred cats that just act like you...
It's crazy, isn't it? To know what it's like, then they revisit it..
So, I know they're lying when they say it isn't sick..
Those are the gains that I made significant, by saying indifference
It's the portrait that's still painted inside of those lament images..
...Scribed on the walls....
Basketball Diaries, y'all trying to withdrawal from rhyming and all
And find it beyond exhausting this time to log off...
Word... that feeling is insurmountable...
To be accountable, yet not have anybody to count on, though.
Nobody asking you how's it going?
That buffer between you, is feeling worse than a browser loading...
However, whenever you're on the top of the world?
There's somebody who wants in on that "CN Tower" moment...
So foul, I throw in the towel for anyone that I'm down to roll with...
Besides, the upwards momentum can feel enlightening...
I pull upon those curtains and let some light come in...
That 60 watt idea bulb is shining bright, again... on Mount Olympus
as high as a Titan's been. It's frightening the height's akin
To flying next to Messiah, when looking over Leviathan...
It's my civic duty to never allow those outsiders, in...
The clouds in my environment more whiter than on Mariah's skin...
Man, that depths that I go to... it's perpetual
Having this respect for the old school not ever be questioned
It's more a reflection of whole truths...
So the next generation isn't second-guessing their own roots
It's more like a lesson, once I step in that toll booth...
Got 'em paying a fee... ain't gonna be no way
I can see them take it for free. If the situations in need
of a figurehead, I'll make 'em believe in the foundation that we've
created to be a celebration of what they have achieved...
Uh... opposite of Drago, ain't no breaking the "Creed"...
In an attempt on erasing our heritage in the wake of their greed...
Uh, I'm back outside... shit is evident...
Leveraging a trajectory most people will never hit...
The edifice of which I have for penning scripts, is menacing...
To most... the pen's illin' in penicillin, like medicine...
Knock on the door of my non-believers like, "Let us in"...
A knack for beating on the biggest pussy, like Ren & Stimp'...
Oh, I see the agenda...
There's a saying: Long gone are the entry paths for me to come enter...
I feed off the energy of contenders...
Use the momentum of the current and put it, directly to the center...
Blow the fuse box with these new thoughts...
Huge shocks have the fortitude to consume blocks worse than Tetris 2 drops
A genesis to be had, I'm sure. Don't fall for the act.
The kettle calling us black, just so y'all can react.
Most officials blow the whistle, yet don't have the balls to attack
The others act 'sketchy', then wonder why they get 'drawn' in the trap...
My apologies, that was the intro: here's the cold water...
Ya know karma is willing to go to war with its own daughter..
Retrofitted with weapons - a style, clashing...
Round a wild passion to reenact Gomer Pyle tactics..
Lying on a pile of ashes, while it's smelling of rubber..
incense that are off-putting to an intelligent brother...
Mental aptitude wayward from the typical flow...
Since you don't know? I got the game locked, in a reciprocal hold..
Airflow obstructed, indeed..
Heir to the throne over this, how can they comfortable breathe?
A mile in their shoes feels like nothing to me...
The same to "Float like a Butterfly" quote to come from Ali...
now has a wonderful meaning...
A foot like the heaviest hooves, that will crumble a ceiling...
See chandeliers, crashing to the floor.
Shrapnel goes flying past you, while you're scrapping to the door...
Veteran hearts more than any action you've endured
Offline, or online - Battle rapping, still on forums...

https://youtu.be/ucBPcPVCEuE

Riding thru the city with a bitch and some sticky that I grew myself...

Did it on my own
never had to much help
Everybody turned me down
Still I kept achieving...

Now when they see me, they don't believe it..
From the ashes comes the Phoenix
The sum is zenith
Try not to succumb to your own genius
Once you make it big you underdig
THEY BEEN PLAYING PREVENT
Gatekeepers
Wanna limit how you get it
They only wanna work with you so they can say WE DID IT
I know shit wasn't all good just a minute ago
Now that I got cash people are more hospitable
My importance is greater because to some things I'm integral
I am creator, my creations are pinnacles
Haters pray for one day to be identical
They need for me to school them because they lack Principal

Cat's miserable, cause perhaps their raps aren't that sick to you
A classic, with enough impact to crack windows through...
Glass lying over the floor when you go to the door
A soldier in war, exposure to know the battle is over, for sure.
I'm casual, roll up with more sidewinders to settle the score...
If they don't want it, why the meddling for?
I'd think they'd find solace in the fact they can say goodbye n' keep it kosher, there.
The fly shit is cool for your folks, but not for your overseers.
Know my lair is full of Nike Air Jordan pairs
With fortified navy base storage tiers
To keep it in check... you plebeians, ain't seeing me yet.
Believe it, -a step above even John Cena's respect.
All they see is an open case, think the FBI...
Was checking the line... record design on a level that I'm...
sure alien's are intercepting, this time... Call My Bluff
or hit collect for your dime...I mean, whatever is fine to me
Since, I believe if you left it inside long enough
..."They" will call you up... balls are cupped inside
of these Hanes underwear drawers to fuck your girl
to it Rated-R, because it is "Raw-uncut"...
With the opening to SAW, since you'll need a trap-door for her lock-jaw, to shut!
Man... and we only got seconds to go...
Guess you don't know "This is Sparta!" once you step in that hole.
What does that mean? We ain't seeing you for awhile.
Sort of wild I take your wife on a date... mount her, like a bike
n' 'rider' - Tom Segura style...
Hell, they knew when I was born that I'll... be a horny child.
I only do key styles, cause I've ran out of internet porn, to browse...
Messed, if you think of it... I'm texting, in increments...
So when I test you, n' you drown I am standing next to your sinking ship...
Uh... watching you float...
A gallon of water, you drown... a spoon full of water, you choke.
Or some shit like that... can't even remember...
It's pretty much over anyway, once you see the agenda...
Know I'm built like a barracuda. Tearing through ya
faster than watching the stable-coin de-pegging of Terra/Luna.
I'm sure Janet Yellen got a kick out of that...
All it took was one coin to throw the shit out of whack..
That's a sure fire way to keep your vested interests intact...
Use hedge funds to funnel millions and then blame it on a crypto attack...

What you thinking of that?
The whip I got, would make you give Abraham Lincoln a slap.
I throw the ink to the track and bring this page to the brink of collapse..
Total calamity. Cut the break line, while you roll with your family.
Homie, only insanity.
When cypher alum' is writing here, son.
You're looking in here at what you might have become.
I'm looking at a business, only one person had the desire to run
Created an empire and done a bunch of raps to inspire you bums.
'Till you were spent, like expiring funds.
On the third day, there was wordplay.
And pesticide. I don't care what your herb's say.
Nahlidge got knowledge, and I embody a higher calling, besides..
Just drawing up lines... I'm fixated with the creative with..
To see the look of them hating it...
The type of shock value that would make Raiden, quit.
Made a bit of enemies along the way
On some Ninja Gaiden shit, but these legs legit firebombs, like a Jaden kick.
I know you were watching karate...
Wondering how Daniel-San got to Miyagi, same way I take this wax off of the body...
Got me a hobby to channel this like cable TV
If I'm making a key? Believe I get that kind of information, for free.
Don't need to pay for it, G. Why would I?
Break it down into molecules if you all confused,
Street life, with the polished tools, at the ready... when on the news.
Hear the sound of the church bells, led by demonic hues...
I left a lot of clues at the scene... cold as an Ice Cube
I go in this with "No Vaseline",
Ashes seen on the Apache's sleeves...
Going Stanley Ipcus on kids, so I can Mask the screams..
I don't want that Jamie Kennedy edit...
I broke too many records, yet I never get credit... It's cool.
Credit for schools give credit where the credit is due
An extra credit, or two's enough credit to bring the creditors to.
"A(aye) Disciple's" dropping shit. So, I'll credit hers, too.
The creditors credit her so much credit, they made "Creditors: 2."
Throw Cred in there, too; he's a dope-head.
He's so high in his seat, the guy couldn't speak when his nose bled.
I couldn't sleep, so, I never had no bed.
Throw lead at everyone on the scene; I'm going Schadenfreude on my own thread!
I don't care about your offline life.
Take your victim mentality and get off my site.
Yeah. With that being said: Do us a favor, quit your moaning and bitching.
Nobody listens, or really wanna know of your business.
Social media is the only thing that is holding our interests...
Are you seriously surprised? Don't you read replies?
You're depressed, because you're SO obsessed with these people's lives.
You sit there, and click. Then stare at it for hours, comparing it
To your own lives, to wallow in your embarrassment.
And then when you DO post photos for the people to like...
You fail to realize the power you are giving their social media site.
Isn't that crazy? Shit is amazing.
People have dreams they find difficult chasing.
Because their focus has been eradicated. Poof. Gone. Disappeared.
Yet, THAT'S OK, cause, you ALL engineered.
Right down to the movements and the new songs, in your ears.
Much rather sit and do blogs, with your peers.
Nothing wrong with that, if there's a balance.
Wish you were challenged by society to tap into your talents.
And what's with being offended these days? You are so sensitive.
If you're adverse to constructive criticism, then who's going mention it?
Jeez. You say one thing and their alarm bells malfunction
Now there's judgement around being remotely proud of something
Profound, considering I'd rather your work had even an ounce of substance
I wonder what disease these people are walking around, concussed with...
Fucking idiots. Fear of the unknown...
Wonder what this era has done, when they hear it and run, home.
Shit. I'm just chilling on the sun, happily.
Time and space, passing me.
Plus an Antacid piece for its fast relief.
Smoking on this Halo, word to Master Chief.
That got a generation of condom babies bowing, at my feet.
No offense, but uh... yes offense.
I would've stopped keying an hour ago, but now that I know
how it will go if I stopped then, I'd regret having the power to go...
another round with you hoes, when I clocked in.
Plus, it's fun taking part in a game you know they could not win.
I mean, believe it or not....
if you're even still reading this drop from the beginning, it'd enrage you...
To see it get stopped. That's me looking out for you.
Doing numbers to bring an accountant to, with fly elevations, out, from this mountain view.
A Teen wolf howl so foul to you, that the ground will move
Feel like the Dogg pound when I'm standing at high altitudes
Man... getting tired, almost 2 o clock.
They're asking me, "What you doing, Taut?"
You don't care about rap anymore... is it true or not?
Actually I do, a lot. I mean, what do you think I am doing, Doc?
The FUCK DO YOU THINK THIS IS? MUST I TYPE IT IN ALL CAPSLOCK?
I'VE BEEN SPITTING THIS SHIT...
SO IT'S RIDICULOUS, IF YOU'RE THINKING I'LL QUIT.
NO SIGNS OF SLOWING DOWN. EVEN IF I'M OLDER, NOW.
WITH THE CORONA GOING AROUND, THIS SOLDIER'S STILL GONNA HOLD THE CROWN!
But anyways, all that talking about stopping
so I can drop this for two. Regardless of whether or not is true on the clock that you use.



Boom.

With the clock that I use for minutes (men it's) no ~time to waste~./
The Omega with Swatch just Watch me fly through ~time and space~./
I'll ~violate~, flow's money I'll ~buy a lake~ with Voorhees ~by the lake~./
I'm not in denial I'm the Nile when I ~annihilate~./
I'll bring the glock and ~weapons through~ for ~deadly use~./
It's fighting games when I bring the ~tech in two~ (Tekken 2)./
My ~arsonal had to be causing a casualty~./
Hitting targets till it ~parts your anatomy carving a cavity~./
in your chest tossing your ~heart till it atrophies~./
Hit your ~skull till it rapidly~ sprays blood making ~art on a tapestry~./
If my ~opps elite~ ~I will leave~em ~obsolete~./
~I compete~ to leave ~eyes complete~ly cold like ~ice and sleet.~/
I Will Pharaohs like comedians as ~Egypt knows.~/
Cold as ~freezing snow~, I sit calm (sitcom) like ~TV shows~./
My skills are Celph ~Taut for empowerment~. I ~scoff at retirement~./
Cuz a ~novice aspiring~ to ~thoughtful requirements~ for an ~author's enlightenment.~/
Is ~lost in environments~ that will cause them to ~pause when it's frightening.~/
So I school these ~bastards and lately~ ~re-actions are lazy.~/
It's truancy, they won't ~see (C) class as Mercedes.~/

Alchemists turn metals to gold, right? ay, for real?
You got it backwards, how the shame’ll feel...
You take existing bars with great appeal, and lessen their value, thinking they were made to steel.
Stop biting, or, face the deal, I’ll leave you swallowing your teeth like it’s your favourite meal.
You got something to say cuz, I’ll politely weight... oh you talking bout ~time to waste~
Bitch we ain't need squiggly lines and shapes to find where the rhymes are placed.

This ~bastard will fall and die~ cuz I'm ~actually qualified~./
To pick a casket to add Virb like an ~adjective modified~./
First he gets verses when superfluous words surfaces./
I've merked this prick Virbius with worthless verbiage./
This ~fool here spews queer~ nonsense to ~boo peers~./
I'm ~ new here~ and made a bigger wave then you in ~2 years~./
I ~make the paper fly~ you recycle jokes like ~paper plates inside~./
~May the hate subside~ I'll use squiggly lines un tilde ~day you die~./

I'm adding water to dry crud,
On the day you die, life's good,
Yano cos Daewoo, LG, bitchin but,
I don't know why I explained that, no-one gives a fuck,
Least of all I, Got these heathens all shy like Jesus walked by,
are they realer online, or just fake when we meet like vegan pork pie,
Brutal raw super human force I do it all,
They're sat on their thumbs jus-pickin the ring like a luchador,
I'm on crudely formed fury talk template for movie scores,
sock n a snooker ball choose to brawl n cue the chalk,
I like shooting porn with fruity whores, hit ya grams for a booty call, kick her through the Supra doors n let my iPhone 2 record her chew my balls while I drive like I'm tryna lose the law,
And through it all she offers me protection,
A lot of love and affection,
Yo, yo,
Catch em stallin have em hangin, yo yo,
If you see me roll up in a jet black hummer with my friend Abdullah you're a dead man brudda,
You'll get hit from the whip with suttin that'll make you forget last summer

Went to writing vertical lines to using worms as designs
Which is absurd, 'till I use it to strangle them with the words that they've rhymed...
Tee-he... like a Michael Jackson laugh. Feel the pastor's wrath
Descend upon the chapel staff, 'till the church's collapsed, in half.
And then after that? The fuck do you mean...!!??
After that... means nothing to me, when I'm done with this key.
Middle finger up on the monitor for whoever doesn't agree
My opinions, although altruistic, has no bearing on what you believe.
So please can it, like food donations that you've been chasing..
Light your ass on fire - this is a new cremation
I mean, a new 'creation'... a carbonite casket, and you encased in
with Kevorkian, to provoke an interest in losing patience...
That's some shit I never thought, yet...
Brain and arm mechanism: see all these punches in lock-step
Rather drop these keys late at night, while it ain't as bright...
Outside. Watch the LCD panel burn, as it bathes, in light...
What a way to write, and I can agree.
Find me the need to stay up late, and I will just key.
Give your audience something they are dying to see
To fill the insatiable hunger, instead of making you wonder
If they are taking it from ya, in which case, fight.
If your words don't do the job?? Then this switch blade, might.
I'm sticking whoever said they wanted it and did nothing to chase it...
Or decided to drop something that I wasn't amazed with
Hundreds of pages I've dropped on, since the dot com bubble popped..
And it doesn't stop.
I did a couple of cyphers, and the numbers shot.
The momentum kept going up, 'cause the buzz was hot...
Nothing like the starlight trajectory when I was on top
Older now, so I'm slowing down. Bones creaking...
Fuselage got a slow leak, and dropping fuel for the whole weekend...
Your pool, go no deep end... sounding hollow.
Be the man you aspire to, and create a plan you'd be proud to follow.
Fuck 'em squiggly lines - get in their mind and do shit...
Squiggly lines do nothing but detract from the punches they're used with
And I ain't trying to shit on you, more like a public critique...
It was used back in 02, and even then it wasn't unique..
But anyways, back to this program... I just jump on a beat..
Like Rocky, pummeling meat in the freezer... wondering, what you will eat-
For breakfast. I just keep it reckless.
Talk to me if you need a death-wish. Guaranteed R.I.P, once you read the message.
Word, and I got the read receipts.
Revenge is a dish best served cold, like, what else am I to feed you freaks?
It's almost 3 in the morning, and this already seems like it's boring.
Giving you these frees as a warning, the words come together
from whatever I'm thinking... makes my anxiety, calm.
When I don't belong, or if I'm ever wondering if I should go on.
Gray hairs pop up like state fairs, due to mounting stress..
I pluck them, but, there's too many growing out, I guess.
To now address. I mean, whatever. These bars are still 'out of the shower' fresh.
With the foulest stench, having so much gems that I don't know what to be proud of next...
Ahh.. long drone, for the camera view...
All those different angles to give you something to scramble to.
On TikTok clips that make you click the banner. You
idiots are just giving me something to throw Thor's hammer through...
Brain cells dying of hunger, even African Kids...
hold their distended bellies, just to point and laugh at that shit...
"For only 99 cents a day, you can help a starving brain...
From self imploding, and leaving nothing, but charred remains"
I wouldn't donate a piss bottle to who you kids follow...
Paper thin models... a bunch of talentless hacks..
Using the spirit bomb of your stupidity, as a balancing act...
Unleashed, to this world...and they're really proud of that fact...
Bury my head in the sand...
Slap them with baby powder binding to my palm,
so there's an imprint on 'em, for when it gets 'out of hand'..
Seriously, what you proud of, man?
Go stick your two inch limp noodle-dick into a tower-fan.
You're better off seeing Coi Leray in a crowd of Stans, then
seeing your cringe-fest muster a thousand fans...
FUCKING MIND BOGGLING shit, dude...
That you people actually sit through. Like, I'm talking thousands of clips, you...
Enjoy, genuinely - I'm getting old.
Maybe I didn't get off of the bus when it was my time to go...
That's the only explanation why it feels like I'm talking to zombies...
I'd rather be the last remaining holocaust survivor offered, to Nazis
Then be the leader of the TikTok movement...
Watching in shock how you mindless kids bop to it...
But, this shit is getting long in the tooth, I'll be honest and shoot
my shot, and if it's not the message that y 'all are vibe-in with? I'll say, "So Long, and Salute!"
(Older key)***Otherwise I am taking life..
Fish out of water, waiting on bait they like
If that doesn't drown you, the freedom of information, might.
Living off KD, ramen noodles, and bagel bites.
Considered radical by the new age, but it's normal to me
And if you followed hedonic adaptation rituals, than more would agree...
3 in the morning, in need of sleep. But I'm bored, so I key
For you to see the insight provided by these four minute frees...
Nah... I expected an intermission..
The secular kids are wishing for whatever it is you're pitching
and I'm thinking, damn... sitting back, with this ink in hand...
Probably has enough fire power in it to sink Iran...
But, I digress. All they are, is just lines of text.
On a paper, not even sure what I'm rhyming next.
Find my flex, like hitting the gym. Ridiculous whim, and an ego.
No interest in people going full Borat, when I slip in a speedo.
OHHHH... not something you say to the easily offended..
However, you're reading it, then it would obviously mean that I meant it!!
Otherwise, I wouldn't of fucking said it, RIGHT!!??
Having a headache like, "I'm sure Volodymyr's having a better night."
Watching supersonic missiles, flying over his head
Creating twilight projections as he goes to his bed...
Imagine the night he'd be having if I showed him this thread?
Probably sign an Instrument of Surrender right there, and have them blow us, instead!!
I am just kidding, you snowflakes. No hate. But seriously, though.
Imagine you hearing it, go outside your house, and there's a drone..
In front of you. But, you're there on your own; scared and alone.
However, they don't care, so you know it's over before the explosion can tear through your home!
Blah, blah, FUCKING blah. Better duck for cover.
All y 'all see is rubble debris... while you're huddled, under a tree.
Bloodied and weak. Use broken shrapnel parts to cover your feet.
With no avail, because they're using thermal signals to discover your heat..
Damn... now ain't that a way to go.
Plus the radio is one of those things that 'they' control?
Who's day, one might ask. Well, only "they" can know.
"UM UM UM"; Omelly's rap on the radio...
I'd make Sway's brain explode, on The Wake Up Show
Faster than a Nano-second bomb detonation code
Oh! If you weren't offended then, you are offended, now.
Hey, I'm just looking for circus, so I can send you clowns..
Anyways, I'm done. Brenda had a dumpster baby.
And that's probably far more interesting than anything from the mainstream.

These rappers I'm dwarfing lacking endorsements act from endorphins./
Cuz I'm active in coitus sonnin' bastards in half of these forums./
It's no beef, I'm just a battling war ship./
I don't spit fire, but create suns that Africans worship./
You're an author with gifts but exhaustive when spittin'./
Why are you writing novels for writtens? I nod to your lyrics./
I offer artful exhibits. You offer articles that are odd and satiric./
You're string theory, one dimensional, I'm particle physics./
Who's harming these homos on canvas?/
I'll switch you for quantum chromodynamics./
For writing long winded promos and antics./
Making essays like your mami's a hoe-ish Hispanic./
I'm bombing you making a prominent hole in the planet./
Since y'all obsessed with squiggly lines, I'll skip it this time-/
to kill you in rhyme, rip you in vicious designs that sit in your mind./
Till your perceived elite position declines./
And you quit middle aged missing your withering prime./
My language is written to aim at this victim./
I'll grab a Penn and Teller like famous magicians./
............(pen and tell her)
With two 45's I might maim till 90 died at a wide angle./
We're never 2 equal sides like isosceles triangles./
I'm the pinnacle, you write like magazines with 10 issues./
I then conclude, we'll never be tied like tennis shoes, I'll finish you./
Nefarious bars go over your head like Arabic cloth./
They're turbans as I Sikh Americans like terrorist squads./
I'll use your errors and flaws to perish you all./
Ammo I Dubai (do buy), sending bullets through your hair and your skull./
Watching your brains fly like a parrot or moth./
Then hit your chest to tear it apart with wounds the size of terrier dogs./
I'm Russian to hit you with a ~whirlwind of bars~./
Cuz it's Czech-mate like I got a ~girl friend in Prague~./

Don't know what you're trying say, Mr. Skyler Grey...
Just throw 'em stupid lines, away...
You might have made some headway offline, but ain't...
Nobody here online, you kind try to sway...
With a structure older than Y2K... By the way...
You couldn't .RIP a torrent file, to Pirate Bay...
Let alone rip me, bitch please... chill your tits, a bit.
Sounding ridiculous trying to pass off that corny style, as meticulous.
You wouldn't drop those squiggly lines if anybody was interested..
But since you did? It won't be the only thing I will diss you with...
Like for starters... that pen and teller line? Harrowing stuff...
I see you got a mouth as well. So, tell me, Unknown, where does this shut?
I won't even break a sweat with this arrogant chump
I'd win the battle out of embarrassment, before your lyrics go up
Holes the size of terriers, what? What about a Cane Corso?
Or a breed called Rape, since your set ups remain 'forceful'???
I'd take your girl from Prague... fuck her, for a "Jewish Quarter"
Use the whore for a receptacle, n' basically start up a New World Order...
with her at the helm... as she talks, with my dick in her jaw...
Sucking it at every angle, since you're SO big on physics, and all..
Figured a raw approach would be appreciated by you...
If you're listening, dog... 'cause that's the only way that your shit will get off..
Certainly not by you butchering every line that you touching...
I wouldn't trust it... guy has an affinity for...
Scribbling boring punchlines and sacrificing rhyme schemes, for substance..
Then using that shitty ~ design you came up with
As a half-hearted attempt on here at hiding it from us...
And I mean, I'm not really big on the minus and pluses
But I'd be lying if I said that it didn't create a bias among this...
If shitty designs were an artform? Then, this guy'd be humongous!
But until then? Stop spending CEO money on a firemen's budget..
Fucking idiot... what, think I'm afraid of you?
I mean, look what you made me do. If I picked up your fragile ego?
It'd break in two, 'fore you made a move.
I'm just telling you, man, you AIN'T the dude...
You might not like the vibe I'm giving off, but you should change your 'tune'...
Lighten up. Stop taking this so seriously...
You fucking suck. And I'd much rather you hear it from me.
There isn't beef between us, I'm telling you... you're awful.
I didn't even wanna respond, but I logged on... and there you were...
And... I still wanted to drop, though... so I got to.
But, I'm being honest, I don't want to.
However, if you delete your verse right now? That'd be thoughtful.
If you didn't like the advice you were given? Try to write like you didn't...
That garbage wouldn't frighten a pigeon...
Let alone, move the needle much...
If I pulled Mr. Rogers from the dead? Even he'd agree, it sucks.
And that has a better chance of happening than you, beating us...
So shut it... I ain't trying to hear it...
Whatever you're rhyming I ain't buying...
Even if I can find it, on clearance.
I am embarrassed by it, why they trying to compare us?
The only way this guy's a terrorist
is 'cause he bombs, when writing his lyrics...
Aside from that, though? No line impactful enough
To give an actual fuck... I wanna know
which imaginary rap group was gassing you up?
So, I can bring you back to reality... you're whack as shit...
Fuck you, AND these stupid ass ~ you've used to distract us with...
I wanna know how old this bastard is, trying to plaster it
over his raps as quick breakdown of every goal that he hasn't hit...
Yeah, and so what if I'm rapping long?
I treat this like a triathlon of every cat that I've trampled on...
Yeah, I'm an author... and my story is worth a listen..
You're an author, too... 'cause your story's a work of fiction...
Fucker out here dressing his bars, trying to jerk the system..
Guess "~" this is used as a sign of modern commercialism...

Commercialism, the entirety of the working system,
There's really not much left on the earth that isn't,
Eating, smoking, learning, drinking,
Just recently I got hit with a fine for tryna perv on women,
But that's not gonna slow me down as long as my sperm are swimming,
I've got a working dick, there's birds in gyms n dirty thinkin,
It's not like I'm stealing worn skirts to sniff em,
More than once a week,
They call me "monster" "neek" n "hot-but-creepy dodgy freak",
So I call em to listen to their voice mail while I watch em sleep

Why are my thoughts meandering? A river runs through it
Watch as I author this masterpiece, Allah's the conduit
Tryna harm me? Come do it, take ya chance
Bet that dance with the Devil will be ya very last
And ya got two left feet, this dude chefs beef
Bullets'll give ya the kiss of Death through left cheeks
Quiet when that dude Rex speaks, too sexy
In bed high and smashing with 2 sex freaks
An opps raps innocuous, washed and old
While mine control with mind control like the Illuminati on the populace
Not squashing shit, head tops hard to miss
Images I spit too vivid like life through the Oculus

I decided to take a break from ~battling y'all~./
Cuz, we need unification to ~tackle the law~./

~Violence and killings~, schools spending ~500 billion~./
Feds send 40 for Ukranian ~lives and civilians~./
How much does the government ~send to our schools?~/
The same 40 bill for old books, ~pencils, and food~./
No air conditioning while the rats ~swim in the pools~./
130,000 schools where the ~spending is used~./
300K per building where we're ~sending our youth~./
460 bill in taxes from us ~citizens to~./
The Democrats and Republicans ~simply are fools~./
Playing politics with gun laws and ~mental abuse~./
They want minorities poor and ~caucasians enraged~./
They pander to the rich and ~all saying they're gay~./
If you hear this information but you're ~finding it boring~./
~In time you are snoring~ while kids are ~dying and mourning~./
Sleeping on the issues that you're ~kindly ignoring~./
Till the school shootings happen and the ~violence destroys them~./
~This is pathetic~, forums up on ~Twitter and Reddit~./
~Issues they edit~ the news gives a ~different perspective~./
~Giving the metrics~ on guns ~twisting perceptions~./
Cuz they're playing Trump supporters and the ~liberal leftists~./
~This is the nexus~, give them their ~political exit~./
Free our children and research who to ~pick for elections~./
We constituents should ~start telling them what to do~./
Give your prayers up for ~Robb Elementary School~./

You can tell the executive pool is being mentally fooled...
When you can break laws, and never fall for double jeopardy rules
What they expect you to do when effort is due
Entirely on the perception of who you are..
through a metric they're prepping you to?
Not likely. On the contrary, results will differ.
If you're into self deprecating humor? Insults are quicker.
High capacity magazine for a brass tongue...
I have the class to myself, why would I ask them for help?
There's not enough money to satiate wealth
No expiry, if it's gone, you put it back on the shelf.
And let it sit there, hoping no one will notice...
Hindsight is 20/20, until the bigger picture's blown out of focus
And you're left to adjust... for the record, a brush
like Leonardo can turn the architecture, to dust.
So I'd rather you part, instead of trying to get the message from us
You wouldn't understand it in it's current form...
So sure of yourself, but no time for you herb's to mourn...
Have you out of your pockets, proud and accomplished...
By your achievements, without sounding obnoxious
'cause now a subconscious speaking to you...
...Is the same as being surrounded by prophets, to the religious..
However, it's not the same when you're doing business..
Got your so-called "Non profits" accruing interest...
If your two cents is worth more than a dime?
Then by all outward appearances, you ain't borrowing time.
A shallow grave is a shallow grave...
A road to riches is certain, no matter how it's paved...
Sitting on a bedrock, drawn, by a thousand slaves..
I write chapters out in real time, and books are created...
Authors are freelanced through frees, chants, and hooks I am making...
...from scratch. Steady freebasing, off the recreational paths
Looking towards the future, while my haters are chasing my past...
Not anymore, though. Not so much when the skies are gray.
The sun ain't shine, today. Take your wings, and then fly away.
Institutions that buy the banks use influence to climb the ranks.
Have you living in dire straights, makes it harder to hide my angst...
Walking a warzone, cities flooded with giant tanks.
Running over children as heavy sanctions just fire blanks.
Outgunned and outnumbered... what a terrible place to be....
People trying escape from Kiev, while the city is raped and sieged.
Dozen bodies that lay, deceased.
Families overseas in Toronto wanna pay the lease, got to fight for a wage increase
Yeah, it's fucked up... you already know the dynamic.
They don't understand it, when they government
that runs their society, is so underhanded...
Kept from going organic, as you attempt to stand for the rights that you owe to your planet.
Crazy, huh? Yeah, they train 'em young..
Start a war amongst working class, while you're playing dumb.
'Cause they got a campaign to run!
'Till then? I'm signing off.
Might have got it Upside Down, like Diana Ross.
Chivalry is dead, but bravery comes at a higher cost.
In other words? Don't go burning bridges that you're still trying cross.
If news got you angry, then you're easily fooled...
It's a media tool created to keep feeding the fuel...
Gonna be 40, soon. What I'm going through, is overdue.
Life is moving, be ready for whatever shit it will throw at you
I learned that the same way they taught it to students
With opportunities that minorities weren't offered, in music
So I figured if there were a platform for me where I can speak to the people?
The inverse of it wouldn't seem as deceitful.
But ain't that wishful thinking? Like the captain attempting
to plug the hole he created, after his ship was sinking?
The dream factory manufactured a path to destruction
Creating a lab of its fluff to use it as passage, for substance..
Feeling emasculated is the least of your worries
Try the entrée of defamation that they feed to the juries...
But that ain't nothing to the outcome they would need to assure me
It's OK, before I pay the retainer fee, to attorneys
You see, it's a journey for me I didn't believe I would be breathing at 30
Flirting with death, got a 'dead man walking', like Weekend At Bernie's...
But I digress, though. It's why just go
flirt with the cashier, while inside the checkout line, at Fresh Co.
Imagine being serious all your life and not living a bit?
And somebody comes and takes that away from you, without giving a shit?
.

Tried to put my past behind me. I even asked them, kindly.
But they just have to remind me.
Got shit jumbled up, like graphic design tees.
The passenger ride seems slow, but I actually find peace
On open roads, when I'm back on the side streets...
Deafening sounds of depression is loud, on my ear drums...
The fear comes, when anxiety ridden...
It's like society's wired me different...
I try to be nice with them, but I am conflicted
I couldn't mix with the crowds... and rather sit in my house
Enjoying silence, then this shit.
My heart usually gets broken, when I'm trying forgiveness...
I try it, and give it my all, but maybe honesty would inspire some interest...
Some times I get fired up and require some distance
From being tired of people always being inside of my business...
STFU please, and just leave me alone...
I don't need you to know what I'm going through
I rather just be on my own, with the freedom to roam
my solidarity, without being controlled..
Seeing that so many posts on mental health issues...
Act like fodder, for feeding the trolls...
Social media's soul interest is in its user base being exposed
To a fabricated lifestyle, n' have you reach unachievable goals

Now what's more unique? Fortified bars keep dropping
on top of your head... Non stop talking, when I walk in a thread.
Quotes like Oscar Wilde from prophecies, often misread...
And watered down the pipeline when it's spoken among popular heads...
I'm reality, manifested, don't you get it?
Their weak shit gets tossed aside, after each mix.
Been with the Mafia, ever since 3'6.
We fixed the games, long before casino's, with these tricks.
Gambino with keys - it's tantalizing to see it click...
We the shit, the dookie, ain't nothing coming as free as this...
Frees exist like Amistad, slaves boarding, on Freedom ships..
I mean, look at the kind of company he dismissed...
Seeing hits from Lyor Cohen's office being dissed by the same people
That wish to get rich off our backs...
Made us sell our souls for the riches and plaques, on the condition...
We signed our rights away so they can sit and relax...
Ain't nothing more fraught with blatant misdirection, than the condition of blacks
Whipping our ass, while we frantically pick at the scabs...
Hip Hop was infiltrated, and we allowed it to happen...
A war of our senses... young African boys, that were born in the trenches
Before there was a door and an entrance... they formed it, against us...

https://youtu.be/vrAo-rMJAkU

Soon...

I awaken from my cocoon
As the elephant in the room
So elegant
Once my tale is RIP
They'll put me in a tomb
Now that I'm live I just gotta be ill
My mother never seen me fly
I wipe a tear from eye
Then my reply is that my daughters will
I feel I outta chill
I'm going too deep
I don't believe in putting all your business in the street
In the future if we were to meet
Would you try to act as if the truth was obsolete?
The one who has been uncouth is not me
We can get to bottom of this with a lie detector
As the directors questions increase in complexion
Indiscretion becomes more than a suggestion
More like an insurrection that was successful
The reason for the season is so disrespectful
A lesser man couldn't withstand a situation as stressful
Then come back better than ever with his chest swole

Deep enough to dig into a preacher's soul....
Aretha demanded respect, and if I don't get it, I'm wrapping both...
these hands to their neck. They start hyperventilating, and I ain't even strangle 'em, yet.
They say these hands are worse than hanging to death
AND you can get both of these feet too, so Be Cool.
6 feet distance, these fists COVID protocol if I need room.
Word. I don't think that could be MORE clear.
Sling gotta 'spring' you wouldn't put a swinging door near.
Who want their gratuities? Who's wanting their flowers?
Both could headline, but it wouldn't be as awesome as ours.
You'd go in Venezuela debt if you learned the cost of these powers...
To your longevity. Yet, the pedigree is bossing up browsers, f'real.
How do they feel? It doesn't matter - that was rhetorical.
Don't let me put an end to your chapter; that's how the story goes.
Got this board exposed, they "know I am the father"
To these corny hoes. The knowledge
Shit is a cake walk. No seriously, I let the batter and egg talk.
Catch a shell long 'fore the powdered keg drop

Cypher Alum': everybody on the roster's, the truth..
Nobody that we're talking up to... we the top of the roof..
Signing off on Russian rockets, as proof. Not that we need it...
...Like a Nazi salute.. But i'd rather that, than fighting Stalin over communist nukes.
Word... the road to providence has a lot of its routes...
on informational highways, so my driveway got potholes and booths...
Forget asking why; let's push that aside...
At the ANTIFA event, just yelling out "Fascist pride!!" watch tear gas causing a mass divide...
I speak on topics they're afraid of, to placate the norm...
Me? I wait in the storm, hibernating for a place to perform..
Ice Cold, but the matrix is warm...
Eating that steak, knowing it's fake as the plate that it's on...
Make no mistake, I've been gone for a minute, now I'm back again.
Man, who's doing raps like him?
Piss on their ashes, catch it splashing when it hits it with such force?
You hear crackling, faster than a road rash, after a motorcycle accident...
Happening during rush hour traffic, and people panicking
Ambulance drivers scrambling to get the scene under management
Drop top-tier raps, on some under-handed shit
With the same hand that they pan big budget studio cameras with...
Shit is fugazi. They crazy-thinking, I ain't the kingpin.
Tell 'em to bring the link in.
15 minutes of fame is up, and their anchor's sinking...
They don't know what to do. They're feeling uncomfortable...
Got these knuckles out of the duffle load...
Look how it's structured, though. A lot of effort to get where I'm at...
Kept the record intact. If they're a legend...
Then why they keep checking the map, as if gratuity is a step to be tracked?
At the shelter, however, you cannot box me in with the rest of these cats.
They're strays, crying over spilt milk...
I'm on the other side, looking at how the hill's built...
I killed 'em, but I don't feel guilt - is that normal?
Far as raps, I ain't that cordial with cats
Over reaching, my stats are in fact, formal.
If not, overbearing to some.
No comparison, um, Jim Carey and Jeff Daniels: what I'm hearing, is dumb.
Lloyd Christmas with the 1 in a million chance, chilling...
Tell lobby security, "I'm in the damn building"...
And I ain't leaving, like Hans Gruber...
Got this long shooter, tucked under my arm to have all of your dogs, neutered.
So long, to ya. Hans Landa, with the Shosanna Goodbye...
Don't keep your inhibitions bottled inside, if you wanna survive.
Real talk, concealed thought only works for a tactical purpose...
To shine a light on these frauds to bring 'em back to the surface...

Uh... came back after a week, now; peep how...
I did the shit, with a key style.
Off the top, like a freestyle.
Crack their cranium with the force of an exploding tank...
Shit is like the army in here, my peer's are exposing rank...
Barricaded the entrances; what they think it is
Is simple shit. And I won't allow that kind of impotence.
In the cypher brand - it is sleight of hand..
Almighty, I land with the trajectory of a kamikaze plane, in war..
Face painted, John Rambo style when I claim the board
Bolstering my position at the cypher helm, so they can't ignore it...
Nor should they. Pay homage, peasant.
I want all the blessings from y'all contestants..
Surprise attack to see raw expressions
On the field, as I'm drawing weapons. Act skittish, and..
***Brrratt*** finish him; A tact, like a black business-man.
Mean I go twice as hard in the paint...
They wanna target your faith, for arguments sake.
If you're from a super church, you can watch your net margin, inflate.
Grow beyond your wildest dreams...
Deep dive into the culture that made me de facto Patriarch, like Cosby
My foundation creating art, can't be taken apart.
Drop acid in a vat n' melt the metal...
Didn't get where I'm at attempting to be gentle
So keep your head down when you talk to a king...
Swagger, like Vince McMahon, when he walks to the ring.. .
Arms flailing on each side, it looks comical. But, you oughta know
By now he got a lot of dough. So you don't want no problems, bro.
On a whole other level - I'm feeling astronomical
Crack the anatomical, with the wrath of anaconda hold...
It's scary when you're losing air and you can't breathe
With your arms behind your back, attempting to get your hands, free.
Shit hits different, right?
Two bottles of Budweiser and Miller Lite; all my angels are still a-flight.
All my haters get killed, on-site.
Common trends in my algorithm...
Every node is accounted for - ain't no way to get out the system.
Bar codes on your neck flash, like it's sewn, in your flesh.
I rap like, I was being taken on the Polar Express
(As cold as it gets) if you pay for your words? You better know the expense
That shit cost money, blood. ("That shit's not funny, cuh'")
Finish lying, cause all you nigga's a runner up
Started From The Bottom, thing is, when you coming up?

My mental construct conducts tests that leave a con struck./
My conduct constructs shots that makes a con duck./
I'll leave you bodied on the road chopped apart-/
grabbing a torso (tour so) I'm collecting body parts./
Your tore soul's divided small and that's da vision (division)./
You think I'm playing games made by Activision./
That division like race is where I'm adding these rookies./
I gotta line between periods when battling pussies./
Do the math, I end squads after I spray'em./
Use PEMDAS to add up my statements./
You're a problem, I then solve math with the Asians./
I see your Ex then carry 9s like quadratic equations./
I go to aim with hollow tips-/
that hit your girl and I don't know da dame (Notre Dame) like colleges./
I'm Fighting Irish kids and defeating men from Spellman./
I meant to tell them, you won't see me pause (paws) like Clemson helmets-/
when I shoot in your melon, my pen's a felon./
For the bread I'm on like a pinch of Hellmann's, your men just fell in./
You're a dial up connection, I'm computing in the Cloud./
I'm not Linux but got Macs to shoot your Windows out./
I'm the pilot for this language we use I-/
should Wright for brothers cuz they're plane and I'm too fly./
Sipping Java script, I am Swift, Julia's gone./
Truth in my songs get A++, proving I don-/
knowledge to program music I'm on using Python./
Killing snakes in the grass mowing with John Deere./
Songs here beyond years of those with long beards./
When I got a free prepared, he's a square, we ensnare./
See him swear in VMWare being scared of me in there./
I'm a monstrous, ominous, homunculus with songs and scripts./
My farm assist to raise me dope sold by pharmacists./
I smoke these herb rappers till I'm left with onyx lips./
Promises. You can't see me, call optometrist I'm nondescript./
Shoot the gat beside ya, I'm anonymous blasting cyphers./
Your peripherals won't work, your autonomous lacking drivers./
I'm the one you got to admire, hotter than lava and fire./
I am the sire to leave you Kilt like Scottish attire./

Scottish attire, following on from the last rhymes,
I know a Scottish bitch, she ain't my girl just someone Bag pipes,
Nice verse Mist, stay rocking the cypher,
I never used python, my codings honestly dire,
But the symphonics are fire, I recorded Foley hats slap boxing a viper,
My shit rings on every level as a sonic designer,
Warehouse jams, shed bangin like porn in a Lada,
Beats always formed to be harder,
Straight sear-em they get scorched when I mark the square root of all evil in the formula parser,
Too gnarly, ink blacker than new Sharpies,
Stay pulling strings like blue harpists,
Remember the viper shit? Big hats like Jew parties,
Wave tables so big I'm at my desk making tsunamis,
Never the same bass twice, different reese cycling,
Spit on tracks but snitches get stitches so I don't try to sing,
Stay killin MCs cyphering,
Have em stood quiet in a circle like they're waiting for the mic to spin

I've been spitting since before YouTube tik tok dance moves

Before the days where you can spend time online and make money off of views

I'm old school call me retro

Feeling jumpy
Epilepsy

Can keystyle freestyle peestyle now aint that sexy
Been waiting for someone to battle me back just text me

Trying to get someone to diss me directly or indirectly

It'll get messy
This old dog knows new tricks off the rip I'll make you respect me

I'm just fishing hoping to get my next meal not attention
Quit bitching
I'm just trying to see who thinks they have no competition

I pencil a portrait privately penning my poetry./
Posting these poignant pictures that pins my mental upholstery./
Posters be propping paper previewing patterns provoking me./
Plush paisleys s'pose to be props poking each./
Part picking the pieces of pain in my paintings composing deep./
Powerful prose like Pollock, I am a powerful pro to see./
Fresher than potpourri making (scents) cents, the pulp will be./
People oppose to me, peep this poisonous part approaching peak-/
Potency, pick opponents to pieces then pitch components depleted./
My pics of pwning completed, depicting poems repeated./
I'm a prodigious painter with Picasso passages./
A person with poverty's proverbs in primitive packages./
Appointed powers sick as passing pathogens./
Impoverished placed on the Pantheon where my path exists./
Unlocked when the password is correct cuz my past is knit./
And puzzles completed approaching this play so passionate./
A princess playing with pops put in prison, she probably praying./
To pause Republican prosecution plotting his placement./
In public she's placed as a pigeon pussy popping for payments./
Prophets are placed preaching punk's improperly playing./
With police positioned to put them in prison for profit period./
Pulling pistols on people with pigment for the posh imperials./
Pac'll be playing persuading people to plot the pyramids./
Pushing property packing pistols possibly pop appearing pigs./
Program us in piety proceeding with proper propriety./
Mobb's deep cause Havoc for a popular Prodigy./

A God MC: That's what all of y 'all should be calling me.
The shit I kick? Pass the bar, like a law degree.
Went to the pharmacy; want to eat. So, I drove..
To get myself a McDonald's treat, up Pape and O'Connor street
Word, that shit hit the spot when your hunger strikes
If the medium fries don't do it? Then the Mc' Nuggets might...
2 Big Mac's later, and my stomach's right...
Feeling done 'till I see the apples pies, glowing, under that microwave oven light!
Ah, man! Don't give me those paper straws, fam.
I got a couple plastics I always keep with me, on hand!!!
God damn, I be digging it in...
Even without the Celph Taut name, they always figure it's him...
My vigor is grim, but so is the reaper... pulling the scythe out...
Die by the hands of a killer; see what my life bout!
Cross paths with a man, willing to bask in his ego...
Like Tony Spilotro losing cash, at the casino.
My demeanor's cordial. Come see an immortal, leaving his portal.
Make keying superfly shit, seemingly normal.
I'm Beetlejuice, being freed from a wormhole.
So you can get fucked from every angle, like an orgy scene in a porno.
I bang, bro. Isn't that evident, now?
Can 6'9 point me out when I get up on trial?
I said 69, BangBros, Porno... they're getting it now...
I'm schooling 'em - flashy gear, with the Letterman style.
Weatherman 'round my way tell me they're expecting a forecast of rain...
They say my impact on rap is that of a crashing plane
Collapsing onto a passing train...
Yeah, that's insane. When the clouds disappear, the snakes in the grass, remain.
This the type of shit that's gonna poke your soul
Like they shot you, then pushed their finger into the open hole.
Psycho shit, staring through your blinds as you're sleeping...
With a camera and a master key, to silently creep in
-side, for the evening. You hear rustling, open your eyes and see him
By you and scream when he grabs your neck, and violently squeezes!
Silently heaving, as you lie, in secretion
Trying to breathe, as you slowly die, for no reason...
Kills you, comes back to cut you into five little pieces
Dumps the body, then makes up an alibi to lie to police with
I'm talking REAL fucked up shit, homie. That shit that's traumatizing
I'm talking homicidal, bodies piling. Real killers, on the rise.
I don't push pencils, nor do I sit at a desk.
I just scribble up text on forums and then deliver it, fresh.
Made to order, Hot-N-Ready. My talk is deadly.
Off of henny and jack, find out my offline persona is not as friendly.
Ain't no Mr. Rogers here, fella.
I'm only nice with these hands like Tyson, my man.
I get to fighting before the flight-crew can land... !!!!
Straight up. If I don't like you, then BAM! -- Magura grind...
I don't wanna hear you whine... even if you are here, online.
Pfft... go and cry me a river, phoenix.
You girl says she likes you, but fucks me, 'cause of my bigger penis.
Thank god I'm not on Facebook; probably would have been banned, already.
Zuckerberg, with his robot smile, and his ban-hammer, ready.
Suck a d--- if you want this shit to be grammar-friendly.
Tumor (two more) in the stick if you want to die - yeah, the cancer (cans are) deadly.
If you really want a fight? Tell your fam to get me
Known to fuck minors up worst the front-man of Hedley.
Phil Spector - a lunatic with this music shit...
Take your head off, before I tell you that you can sit.
Dog, can't you see... I be dropping these keys so substantially?
If they told me break a leg, I'd be a perpetual amputee!
Word... it just ain't gonna stop...
They're hating a lot...
Calling themselves sick, trying to wake up the Doc
They're only sick in the head, 'cause they're not taking their shots.
Well, you see here... I mirror the best; let me be 'clear'...
100 hour work weeks for the past 3 years
And still dropping classics on top of classics; rip-off the plastic.
And pop the disc in; I rock these bastards, it's nothing.
I got their caskets, no bluffing.
Ace Rothstein: "I want an equal amount of blueberry on each muffin!
And if I don't see it? I'm dumping!"
Hard-hat rap, while they're still "Under Construction"
The sequel to White Man Can't Jump should be, "...But these dudes sure do Jump to Assumptions!!"
Seriously, what's with the atmosphere, every time that I'm rapping here?
Drop a key off then suddenly all of you cats appear?
I want this shit bumping, all day... like a college frat.
Have the keystyle looking like the Coppenhagen Mall attack...
Damn, too soon? I mean, that's offensive as hell..
Funny thing is, soon as I stopped giving a fuck? My potential excelled...
So, excuse me for being desensitized
What I suggest is, log off, and completely reenergize.
My neighbor got shot on my birthday, two years ago..
So as far as your sensibilities? I don't wanna hear it, bro..
I don't care.... not even my life is off limits to this..
If we cared about everybody, none of this shit would exist..
Life is satire, ain't it? You're born, then you die..
While you're over here, talking about a thorn in your side.
I'm over here, watching you... over there, mourning your pride.
The distance between you and the less feminine you... is a four minute drive...
Or 12 minute walk... fuck it, Google is never accurate, though.
I'd rather just pack it and go... sometimes I click on the app
and the map doesn't load... but anyways, first world problems, right?
Not even joking. I find it real hard to log off this site..
I'm like, A Disciple... the cypher version, was like, a person...
Or something. Tired as hell... Wondering if there is strength I can find, in myself
To stop using raps online as therapy, and try to get help
Through more traditional means... I guess a vulnerable male's
a concept society has no interest in seeing...
They threat it like a freaking disease... imagine talking about inclusion
Then persecuting somebody for their different beliefs... ??
Gray areas... fermenting, in the ether...
You thought that was bad, just wait 'till you hear the shit from your teachers
Plugging both of my ears, with my head next to the speakers
It's deafening... but you can intercept it, if you put the effort in.
I reckon when you stop running in the cyclical...you'll stop and think...
The same stuff you worship is the evil, pushing you off the brink.



Probably hell-a grammatical errors in this, but I'm too tired to look. Happy Sunday, fellas.

Hey Celph, you said you in a god’s division?
Got more Celph haters than Catholicism.
Hey Sik_wit_it... you said there’s no competition?
I go over heads, I got top position.
Said you “make money off views”... like a politican...
Cuz, you barely even made change, ever... it’s a long tradition.
You’ve been battling for time, like you got a mission and your losses are upon attrition.
And I know the evidence is not sufficient, but I bet your girl’s got a hunch. (It’s a strong suspicion).
You’re a pussy. I’m an obstetrician...
Coz if you’re Sik I’m a top physician.
Shit.
I’ve been overlooked but never known to be overseen.
My hopes and dreams‘d make the Joker scream.
Got a natural high when I wrote the scheme so supreme,
Coz I’m better on average; that’s a doper-mean for the dopamine.

My flows are clean, so pristine they’re known to gleam, and that’s light.
Alchemist would probably start to rap in a damn fight...
He’d be like ‘oh so you got a knife but my lines are mad tight/‘
And after every bar he spits he’d get slashed, right?/
And he always pees at the start, calls it alliteration.
Golden shower participation pretending piss is precious precipitati...
Shut the fuck up.

Yeah...

Had 'em marinating a bit...
I just drop - why they over there, waiting and shit?
Supposed to be the first option for a Spotify listen...
'Fired' on the first blue collar that got in my 'business'...
Child prodigy, like a young Albert Johnson
Through the silhouette lens you call reality, shadow boxing...
Go ham on your kosher smorgasbord set...
Dropping more metaphors for your forum war-chest.
Am I bored? Yes. That's why I'm up at this hour...
Come in this browser, to show you that everything you love, gets devoured.
Nobody's safe. Cypher Alumni - we open the gates
For up and coming rappers, so our spot ain't up for a debate...
And if it was? Shit, Ben Shapiro, Sam Harris, Jordan Peterson
Are plebeians compared to me in this
Even if they're highly regarded by their own market
I'm still firing, regardless.
So high, that 'em other guys require a harness
Just to see. Hot, dog - how the hell they gonna Ketchup to me?
It's nothing - you aren't cutting the Mustard, b.
Uh... got the game out of custody
Like Wack100, I bust a free with the same vitriol of a Russian siege..
Couple keys get your bitch up out of her dungarees.
More options when she go clothes shopping... buy up the mall..
Suck me dry, inside of a stall.
Before posting videos, online, of her haul...
Gymshark, Zaful, Cupshe, Fashion Nova wear...
And Scorpion... cause I told that bitch to "Get over here"...
You have NO IDEA, what she up to when she tell you that she working late..
Send her over my cuban links, like The Purple Tape
Damn... what was I saying? Oh, yes...
Shawn Carter is nice, but Celph Taut is the best...
That's my homage to Price, if you ain't know where it's from...
Man, I hit the ground sprinting when they told me to run
So many bums, I'm feeling like a Brazilian plastic surgeon..
up in this bitch... serving up a hot plate of humble pie...
So... pucker your lips... a better crew than Cypher Alumni?
It doesn't exist... pummeling cliques
Let your ass mumble-rap into an upcoming fist, n' see how you fair, son.
Radio Rahim, pop your eardrum, like .457 airgun...
I don't fear nothing... !! Talk through a wired-jaw...
Fire off another key, have 100 frees by tomorrow...
Uh... recipe for disaster, or what...
Put 'em in a small box, it'll be like you were reacting to stuff...
React to these nuts... Rosa Park bullets
Make your brain take the back of the bust...
I'm in a class of my own; I don't have to adjust...
They actually just now understanding the lingo...
Thought they needed Rosetta Stone..
Kick the dead body with expensive kicks they could never own...
Add insult to injury... put 'em underground...
Now, that's more exposure to the indie scene...

You ever feel so alone, trapped in a shell, trynna find a way out but no matter what you do no one understands what you're going through/
see? i've been wrestling with reality, a young solipsistic mind all alone in a world full of illusions that stare back at me/
and i wonder if the girl i really love is just another fantasy that'll never be reality/
meanwhile i'm looking for anyone who can relate or if it's too late to crawl out of this pit of insanity/
it's creepy and lonely at the same time and i want it to end so bad but who is there to save me?/
i guess i am God stuck in a dream for all eternity.../

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RVQJkJwnTM

Is what I write of no consequence?
Bet you'd realize the opposite if you had common sense
A rebuttal of my subtle quips just proves incompetence
My opps stay pissed, sick with incontinence
Got 'em saltier than sodium as I preach from the podium
My words and how I'm controllin' 'em lay 'em down like linoleum
Think you can match these bars? Must be smoking opium
Surviving a battle with I? You OD'ing off copium
Allahu'akbar, the kid got mad bars
Shoot shots that would turn paraplegics to track stars
Get ya whole skin softened if you dare to act hard
I'm feeling like a genius compared to these rap 'tards
Always aiming with wisdom, gaming the system
Got cowards' hearts pumping so they feel every piston
I'm not no fucking kingpin getting them packs shipped in
But please believe in the league I always been MVP like Ripken...!

https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpa...aper-thumb.jpg

I be the author, the eternal sorcerer, trapped in his castle, writing magical books mages highly sought after, a magician with a pen, stories that never end is what I offer, I put you in a trance with a wave of my hand, my origin is unknown it can never be revealed, I teleport inside books with this magical staff I wield, all illusions to me are instantly revealed, I am the author of every story you've ever read, and I can easily resurrect any mortal who is dead, some call me a god, some call me a wizard, but I'm also a lyricists my bars are as cold as a blizzard, I'm a shapeshifter, a dream maker, i concoct toxins that'll have your mind bending, I can alter reality so that 6 minutes can seem never ending, I make other lyricists feel small and puny with their limited imagination, but it's no wonder everyone is my creation, I created good and evil, light and darkness, everything that happens is my will, it's no wonder some people call me cold and heartless, I'm beyond wordplay, beyond punchlines, beyond clever lines, ay yoo I paint a picture in your minds, and I do this with ease as I pass the times, so listen to me as I put this trance on you and watch you dance, dance, dance, you had no chance, everything is strange in my world, but don't you worry everything is gonna be fine, just as long as you read my rhymes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xznXCVADsgE

lyrically you bust gats at me
i be like Neo dodging the bullets, yeah, you missed me!
why we do this to each other? escapes me
we're just a bunch of bored emcees
on the internet playing with poetry
i aint gonna lie
some how i get a strange sorta high
when i lay these lyrics
the perfect combination of words raises my spirits
and i wish i could recite it for you to hear it
but my vocals aint that good yet
so i sit back and chill
listening to beats that i feel
i love words
they're so beautiful
it's almost magical
who created them and how is just awe inspiring
i can't quit now i ain't retiring
i'll write as long as i'm alive

The hour is at hand...

The Devourer of the Dead got ya'll cowering in bed
Feel the power of the lead ~ It's a wrap, like a towel for ya head
Soon see a split with Gillie and Wallo over bread?
Don't run with that, or get shot, 'n the wound's just shallow in ya leg
Not enough powder in a keg, to explode like I do
Cats rap their hearts out, but I could beat 'em with a haiku
Never been a liar, and when I rap I rhyme true
I'll have all you bitches bleeding like you all in ya cycle
Don't care if you crippin' or Piru, I'm spittin' out vile food
To belittle ya rhyme crew, put that on the Bible
Since my Genesis Jesus Wept cuz he slept on my jewelz
The whole game is musical chairs led by blind fools
Artful with the fire when the target's acquired
Hard to decipher though I got bars like a lifer
In a squad I'm the sniper, nice with the assassination
Glad I held your attention, thanks for the fascination...!

Cats are facing their giant aspirations
to be the best with their flow, then explode ejaculation
At the thought of five seconds of fame...
To have other greats requesting their name to a point
They really feel they're the best in the game
It's perplexing. A shame. A travesty.
Plane as day, the way they try to hijack the scheme...
But I'd rather Homelander the passengers before I crash at sea..
Fly rap MC, to defy whack regimes
Look down on 'em with a glimmer of hope...
It could be a traumatic experience, when you don't cope
So mechanisms are put in place so you can do just that...
while you're typing away... mulling over the things you are frightened to say...
When the spotlight shines, it's emitted with no prejudice..
Check out the edifice that I permeate, when I'm penning scripts
It tugs at the heart strings, and plays a symphony orchestra..
Which will be nothing compared to the notes you'll hit when I torture ya..
You Frank Sinatra, you! Man, look at you go!
Belching out tunes on cue when it hook comes in tow...
Personifying a generation of excellence, from out a divide...
Through a hunger game-like sequence up and comers would be proud to survive..
It's only right... chip away at their ego's..
One layer, at a time... fucking asinine
For them to think they're in class of mine, let alone a key drop.. we thought--
They'd get the message by now...
But I get it, your internet connections are down..
Don't worry, when it's back up and the text gets around
You'll understand why I say there's a partition between me and the rest of you clowns
Didn't think it'd take that long with it...
A Korean, out in an alleyway - these cats 'gon' get it
They've been led a stray... it's OK - checked the resume.
Not feeling it all; let it get away. Said I'm in the 'Ring'
now all they're left with, is seven days
To have a rebuttal... that ain't enough to grab on this shuttle
Pushing politics, like a cabinet shuffle.
Rabid. And that piece? Was only half of the puzzle.
The beast is back, and can't be attached to a muzzle..
It's too late for that... and too late to pack...
Spit butane into the new face of rap
Watch the skin melt and chunks drop to the floor,
Looking lobotomized, as they walk to the door...
The sight of it is awkward, for sure...
I'm here to bend a bitches back, like her posture was poor
I'm here to make her so wet that her labia washes, ashore...
Yeah... anyways, -- um... good chat, guys.
Not even joking, though.
I went exactly where I was supposed to go, 'till Ragian dropped...
Came in and thought he was the only one, till rexb raided the spot...
So, I put more flames on the top...
It's amazing it got so many views; I started this...
Before the pandemic, yet this sickness didn't go away with a 'shot'!!...

me n celph the same, we dope authors, showstoppers, cold mobsters, chromed, bonkers, flow constant, we're no nonsense throne watchers, known God shit, we ghost fathers, you grown toddlers and faux-scholars. Yo, stop this

^ Word


They accept the bull? Unacceptable.
Me and Nigma, we step on toes way we wrecking soles.
Until the cuticle's left exposed.
Nobody wanna see that shit...
I mean, even Taylor would agree that's 'Swift.
Verse Of the hive mind; yeah, we Bee that shit.
Got active in 03 and still writing keys that slick.
What's your secret, Celph? how you still in the winners circle...
When you been around longer than late night informercials!?!
"Billy Mays, here!" --- we really Cape Fear
Robert Dinero... so, pay homage when you talk to a pharaoh.
I still rock the apparel... wife-beats from Walmart...
They're looking quite neat... I hit the aisle n' draw a blank, like a white sheet.
Yet, I'm not a white supremist. May draw a blank,
when it comes to this clothing shit, but the bars are locked when I write a sentence..
Ugh... shit's daft. Looking whimsical.
Aftermath; yeah, I got these cats in a scope...
If there's one sliver a life left, then there's hope...they might survive this...
but I keep my options open, like Osiris.
Enough White blood cells in me to fight the virus ...
With life inside us, striking us harder than M. Bison psycho-drivers...!!!
Ugh... wasn't a fan of Ryu and Ken
Played in slow motion; it'll take an eternity to beat 'em, again.
However, me and this pen like God mode when I'm keying, so when...
Somebody feeling froggish?? It will be a leap to their end...
Me and Nigma - we don't pretend... this ain't Degrassi.
These little fake Tekashi's can't WAIT to catch me... just shut up, and rake the trash, please.
Got to drop these cypher verses in little amounts...
So the lyrical miracles won't have a stroke from my syllable counts..
Pfft... Who's line is it, anyway... am I right, fellas?
Here to make it pitch black for the light dwellers...
I'm done being political, and all that. So, fall back.
You all whack. And, I don't want contact with none of you, pussies.
Some of you push me, and want to get me riled up..
Old cable-modem ass niggas, egos all dialed up...
If you want your 15 seconds of fame?
Push my buttons and pull up my messenger name... I'll take you back to texting, on AIM.
Old school shit, like Pog slammers and Tamagotchi's
Middle fingers up in Krogers while security camera's watch me
Fuck it, some times you got to test a grape...
Sometimes self-checkout is your best escape...
Rolling out of the grocery store, pants got an extra crepe
But you'll be long gone before they could ever check the tape..
I'm not condoning a Winona Ryder... you go inside a
Store, you buy whatever they have on sale from the clothes designer
What I am condoning is sample testing
Sometimes you got to check if it's worth it... and if it's not, it gets left with the merchant.
A lot different from the items that you regularly purchase
Lines coming out a lot hoarser from when you rehearsed it...
Can't grow a personality any more than Jay Z can grow a beard..
Over here, with the Hubble telescope, looking for a hair
Seriously, no one cares. Got bigger problems than that...
Like me shaving my beard and being able to grow all of it back (LOL)
Yeah, fuck you, Jay. You may have Bey, money, cars
a lavish lifestyle, a dynasty, a mansion, a private team...
Raps as far as the I can see. And the kind of cream
To buy up property, by the sea. However... um... forgot the point I was trying to make.
Anyways, what was this about? Oh, yes...
Y'all need to start talking less and listening more...
Bolster yourself into a position in Forbes
And don't get pissed off if you haven't made it a personal mission of yours
Our living conditions are poor. Many millennials are getting divorced...
And the other gens have been forced to pick up the slack left for them..
Losing capital, through the rabbit hole.
"You can have it all".
The newest fads evolve to influence the use of cash withdrawals...
Man... it's hard to hook it..
Look how far we took it, while you worried about a carbon footprint.
I'm carbon neutral, rocking a Target hoodie
In a Walmart checkout booth... feeling special, 'cause I was LEFT OUT, TOO!
Kept me outside of the house to work as society slept..
Spent the last 3 years slowly trying to climb out a debt..
Now, I can respect the blue collar. A few dollars later
And the news, hollers. Standing, in place.
Life holding a metaphorical hand to my face. Sickening...
Negativity shall come, if you wish for it. It's ridiculous
When one ascertains, with a sober disposition, where the interest is
It gets a lot easier to break it down, for the simpletons.



Too fucking tired to check for spelling/grammar errors.

Look... for anybody that's listening...
If you knew what I'd came from, your perspective of me would be different, then.
Since it ain't, though, allow me to introduce myself..
The name is Richie, and I'm still gonna prove myself...
Doesn't matter the prestige from netcees
Text keys, or having my name being part of some of the best leagues
It's all but a wrinkle, in time.
When your in a room, with a laptop, thinking up lines.
The ink is the prime example of why I'm a handful..
Words dropping on your head, like a giant anvil.
Classic records, inside an landfill. If you can't hit your market demo, the arriving band will.
You come and you go. Some of you know
Exactly what it takes to achieve the kind of numbers, to blow...
My story arc is for the art.
2002 was my internet forum start, back on "Fuckyouicecube"
Don't even remember how I stumbled across it..
Allowed you to post, as a guest. Remembered being excited about likeminded people, throwing up text.
20 years later now, that shit ain't around
However, what I'm posting today? Would have made 'em proud
To see that shit I'm laying down.
Saying how those years ago molded me to the person I've grown to be for my peers, to know.
Clear as snow, melting off of your chimney...
That any insinuation of an insult's gonna get me to chop you, to mincemeat...
There ain't no talking - I'm dropping you, six feet, as soon as you start going off
I will pop, with intense heat.
No Mr. Wilson; this isn't no "Off of the fence" beef... I'm making my formal reply.
I was all for conformity, 'till the formula died.
Now, I'm for forming keys, and keeping internet forums, alive.
Doing whatever I can, while I am here, for it to thrive.
Word... and I've been up for the task.
Even at the expense of not jumping on tracks
Or doing audio. Sit in a room, with uncomfortable laughs.
And nudging elbows. A bunch of strangers, just wandering past.
Running in packs wasn't my thing - Lone wolf shit...
Drops so juvenile, it'd make grown folks, flip...
But fuck it, I'd still post it. That was the joke, if...
- you were offended by anything that came from me, you can go quit.
I'm use to pushing buttons; get your feelings hurt
And know what it's like to roll snake eyes, when you're throwing the dice.
Afraid of going up heights, so my whole life...
I avoided tall buildings, but deal with this 'tall' feeling, when my phobia strikes.
Walking on egg shells, 'till my feet are numb...
Look at the people that we've become... we ain't dumb.
Dexterity like Steve Jobs, at a keynote.
Can't see the podium through the Cali weed smoke...
My drive and ambition is why I am in this...
Nimble, yet high as a gymnast.
Flying through the air, inside the Olympics.
Deriving up interest better than a privatized business
Rhyming naturally what would normally be required, with instincts.
A force to be reckoned with. But trust me when I say there's a lot of respect
I got to project to a few, on - or off - of the net.
I'm talking adept talent to come from years of hard work...
And the grind of never going to sleep, to grow your mystique.
So, a critique don't hurt me, like you think it will.
On the contrary, I'm just getting a kink fulfilled.
So used to positivity, I could use the adjustment
And the abuse to be subject to, if you could construct it...
Down right villainy. Feeling thee' same vibes as Stan Edgar does...
When I kill a key... and Homelander will agree
That I'm still a G... vibes retaliatory, in nature...
Defend themselves with the the fake allegories they make up...
I don't subscribe to that idea, though... see a whole
demographic that we control... royally fucked, by the freedom pole.
For that R-E-S-P-E-C-T - word to Aretha's soul.
In a different timeline, I'd fly the plane of Aaliyah's, home.
Rest in peace. Hurts me to say it...
There's many things I've lived through, I am still not OK with
Family strained, siblings on non speaking terms...
Acting like it's normal, but...
It tends to bring me back to this forum stuff.
External validation and seeking approval to me, is unusual.
Doing things for attention, because you see it, on Youtube.
I know, I know - back to shitting on social media topics...
It's difficult not to, when you're seeing this nonsense...
Pop up on your page. With algorithms perfectly curated for watch-time...
If there's a brain you wish to blue pill, it's not mine.
I am not lying. All that shit you're pushing? I'm not buying!
Advertisements for zombies - look at me, walk by it..
With an ease unsettling to corporate...
Wish to blow it up, to epic proportions... 'till all you see is a wreckage, of corpses.
If you read an article published online, check out the sources.
Don't fall for the hot bag of shit, left at your doorstep.

Of course it's...the warlord with a smorgasbord of raw shit
Hawkish, but awkward to those who talk shit
My metaphors and flows travels to phones through auxes
Spit tighter than fat hoes sporting petite corsets
Lauded, in the halls of fame, a marksman with awesome aim
Got 3 fly Latinas and we're about to play a foursome game
A nuisance that ran with boosters, I used to give the Nordstrom's pain
A whore wanted to go raw for change, so in the mall bathroom stall raw dogged the dame

Damn... after that, I think we're all to blame...
Because I left her ass, yet she's back, once I call her name.
Her drawers stained... come over, rocking a Walmart Hanes
Tell her to lick these nuts, 'till the fucking skin on my balls, inflame...
Yuck... talk about awkward, indeed...
You'd think she was a devout Christian they way she dropped to her knees...
No holy water, I seize the opportunity to pop in her jeans...
I'm talking acid-wash, with the Hollister seams...
The way I blessed 'er, you'd think she probably sneezed...
Which honestly leaves nothing to the imagination... considering I am the God of these keys!!!!!
Follow the schemes, n' you'll never be lost, homie...
Acid-wash, only. Dealing with a jack-off, like you watched KONY.
You do NOT know me. Let's keep it that way...
This game got one controller in it - I don't need 'em to play.
'THATS - MY - WORD!" -- Method & D'Angelo...
shit is mechanical. Hannibal Lector tyrannical... uh...
And I go hammer, 'doe. Go ham on 'em bamma's, so
manners don't matter, my man, I go ham on Hannah Montana's dome!
Twisted tea in my island cooler... pull it out as it's perspiring
an icy glow, as I slide it to ya, on fire, like, "Try it, junior".
AH, YEAH! Cool Hand Luke...
Take a shot at the rim, if you can shoot.
Out of Genoa City, with the Newman loot
Balling out on Jack Abbott, like the Blue Man Group!!!
Yea, fire fire here. Rocking tear gas & riot gear
At a Bonecrusher concert, causing chaos, 'cause I AIN'T SCARED...
I know they are, though. Andy Warhol wit' da art prose...
While they aren't pros... I said it's 'in my genes', but those aren't clothes.
Fill up the aisles, 'till the grocery cart, rolls..
Trust me, there's blood in the water here, and the shark knows!
Sharkeisha, or Sharknado?
Man, there stories are either half lies, are all fables!
In the house, rip the drywall out to the wall cables!!!
Said I'm back in this bitch, like Colin Kaepernick on his activist shit...
While y'all nigga's keep yapping your lip...
Rolling in packs - your whole team is attached, at the hip.
And really, that isn't 'hip'...
This Top Gun? NOT FROM the "Maverick" flick...
My Battalion wit'... ALL THE SMOKE... in other words? We're Joe Camel - legit.
DAMN... y'all talking about 9/11...
I'm talking about the Black Mamba Elle Driver's getting...
A betting man, waiting on that Snake Eyes, to set in...
You can either live long enough to be a preacher, or die a reverend...
Thinking I'm your brethren.
Your lines don't hold a candle up to the ones I'M FORGETTING...
Start a Rhymeageddon n' "bar out"... patio season...
Battle MC's in ANY kind of scenario, added...
I'm seizing souls/soles, call me Al' at the shop.. a battle with Taut...
like a fucking cattle onslaught...
Flexing out of Johnny Bravo's black-top... far from subtle...
A hard rebuttal put you in a "Writer's Block", like a crossword puzzle...
Pull you out of your Sunday comic bubble; you all in trouble.
We're walking the fine line, and I'm taking two shots, ON THE 'DOUBLE'!
Then I'm going for TRIPZ... blood on the streets, n' I don't roll with the crips
Son/sun turn your whole neighborhood to a solar eclipse...
You know what it is... n' you know what it be...
I can flip the script, n' still go out an OG... (go/og)
That's just the bloodline talking... Warriors, when we walk-around...
When a man's close to the edge? There's no way to talk 'em down...
Might stomp 'em out if he violates...
His people pulling him off the ground... or 'wash' these clowns
to the point, that they got to 'drown'...
No oxygen left... I pushed boundaries and haven't dealt with the consequence, yet...
How quick they often forget about Baby Blue...
'till he pops on the net; should be an acrobat, with the bodies I catch...
If y'all were in a box right now? you would probably confess...

Ay, Celph... I heard your track ‘Takeover’, it’s great, brother...
I heard C halfway through and I had to ‘take-cover’,
Coz that shit’s the bomb.
My will is strong, I kill em don, while performing their last rites like it isn’t wrong.

Damn.

My yard looks like Christian depiction of purgatory, yeah I’m a fan of Bosch.
...I bathe in liquid LSD ...forget an “acid wash”,
It’s in my genes...
I steal limousines...
Coz my life’s like ‘GTA, see’... the hidden message:
‘C.T... ay... gee’... this shit’s genetic.
I’mma show what I’m made of like Watson and Crick.
(They discovered DNA, in case you’re properly thick).

Ay, Celph... I saw my name up in your signature, and now I’m quite confused...
I get press-ganged into cypher crews, like I’m Alumni now? huh, usually I like to choose, I guess you thought I might refuse, and ain’t it kinda vital news? you coulda fucking told me cuz, not just left me to find the clues.
Nah, it’s fine, I’m quite amused.
I’ll lead the team like Ivan Ooze.
I’ll be the one to drop the bombs, and you light the fuse.
I’ll design the war machine and you can tighten screws.
I’ll kick their fucking heads in fam, and you can tie the shoes.
I ain’t “stepping on toes”... done struggling for higher views.

My name’s sixth in your signature? I think that shit’s a stunt,
Shoulda been the first although you know I didn’t front,
Of course you want me in your sig, you ain’t a silly cunt.
Nah it used to be a cig, and now that shit’s a philly blunt.

It’s tragic, Uvalde where moms cried as sons died.
Please, see, I mean we alumni ain’t gun shy.