Keystyle Cypher!

Youre three lil bitches like Migos
mouth open wide like seagulls
Ill fuck you in the ass in a cathedral
Consider me a pope to consider it legal
Consider me a english bitch like Regal
Ill make your sides flop like beagles
Ill make you die from measles
Ill stuff your throath full of oreos
Ill ride your mom like rodeos
Ill diss you in Iranian "poffious"
Ill tie a confederate flag around your neck and fuck you
Hang you on a tree while singing Arrigatto mr Robotto

You forgot to

Drive past me while youre slidding the asphalt

So i could pump your ass with a shotgun that's sawed

Ill knock that Balkan fag bitch out and shit on where his mass are


Fuck your friends, ill drive them down like Nascar

The facts are

Suck my dick if youre that hard

Cuz im nice bitch i believe i know how you fags war

Enkelt å være tøff når du står et stykke unna

Jeg skyter så det ringer river i stykker den som har en finger

Jeg er så sikker

Du hadde løpt før jeg passerer ytterdøra

Eventuelt fucka av en med masse ved som han har børa

*Hør a, han driver fortsatt å poserer*


Gi ham et par dusker og se hva han polerer

Polti er ikke tafatt her så jeg driter i en remiss

Kast bort tida mi med å suge min penis

Men med en pose melis

Og den type scenesatsing

Har du tapt denne kampen som

Når feite muslimer prøver fasting


*Dette blir for enkelt, har du noe å tilby*

Drit i det han er mer sjenert en en alkoholiker som er litt hissig

I'm fightin wit cops , I put them in the grave ,
they won't be missed , liquor pass the honey agave ,
I'm takin platinum chains to pay off my shooters ,
I never thought I'd be in the Bugatti cruisin ,
Down with the fakes , respect to all you real dudes ,
I'm ballin and don't act like you don't feel dude , (feel me)
This is always true , let us pause for the truth ,
then set up the flows like a rap god in the booth ,
I got the bunson burners , the trap is in action ,
lyrics postulated , got the drugs then at last I'm packin

I brought the haters some hater aid , I'm mega paid ,
these suckas is jealous or somethin that I made the grade ,
I'm poppin shots at ya legs , move or get split ,
I'm conscious and got a talent for hittin a lick ,
Every dime loves me , they think I'm heaven sent ,
ya chick wants me , I kill it in the bed without evidence ,
I'm huntin my victims , guns all up on my back ,
Take the banks money and frolic in the stacks ,
You saw me with my raps , I'm the biggest rhymer ,
I "Run" things like a "technician" put that A K right behind ya

Man, i fuck that tight vagina... she said
she wanted to lose her V card... you kidding me, right?
Either way, you gonna be getting this pipe.
So, I hope you know the Mario Games, but, conversely,
I'm hardly playing. Just know that my bars are amazing.
I convince that pussy to pop before I started persuading...
She gave me top, I popped the pussy, n' then... y'all started dating!
Dag! That's some shit I can't get with.
She with me, on my bed, playing you, watching Netflix...
- at HER house. That means her family know I handle it, though.
And they keeping it from you, that's grime-y, as hell.
But who am I to stop what's happening, ya know?
She's backing in, and practicing, for more.
I went in the room, she got her mattress on the floor...
That means no box springs... damn, she prepared for this dick.
I pull it out, tell 'er just to stare at this dick.
Yeah... plus my camera is on. Cause I want some vibes, to happen.
I want surprising action. Let it rise for the occasion.
I told the bitch, 'aye look, you got a private invitation"
what you waiting for? it's time for you to taste it...
In a parallel universe, your bae is a saint...
She's a devout christian, practicing different ways of restraint.
But here? Oh, boy. I'd be lying if I said
she didn't get on her knees, in a completely different manner.
She wanted to fuck, on her period, like written grammar.
I hit the pussy until she convulsed, nigga, but I didn't stammer.
Iron Guerilla, homie - this shit bananas.
But back to the flow... I'm on an axis you can't cross
like a catholic oath..
River rocking, put a crack in your boat...
A rivers runs through it, you have to just float...
You got the platform, but you lacking the vote.
That's typical. Fuck putting up walls - I just kick 'em through
Anti-vaccination - you're sick of who?
Nigga, the Black Mamba, here. Islamic fear.
I'm on a tier, these onion heads have to deal with..
Uh, I'm rapping real shit.

This is a cypher so I guess I'm next:
My name is Dr Stu but you have breasts.

time is a concept that I can rely on ,
cuz the plug now forgives me , residual bi-gones ,
My riches are in the thousands , trips to the bahama's ,
I thank rap , I write hot all tips goes to ghana ,
I up the kills , dumpin while I'm draggin ya soul ,
Be an adult in the game , nice to see that your grown ,
and don't be over productive that your seeing my throne ,
I'll off you then death exclusively diggin your bones ,
to top it off , hot shots to the god that you prayin on ,
I beef wit the lord even though I maybe a pawn ,
I might die in the last days wit the techs in my arms ,
A vampire , I got a box of shells to shoot direct to its charms

I'm bouncin with a milli , one hand under the clip ,
I hurry in ya house , other hand over the grip ,
I live life like this , I'm doin more to fly higher ,
I'm shootin fast good luck to me with that high wire ,
My acura's in a speed chase , it costed me one fifty ,
a couple bricks under my nose runs the city ,
I'm over gritty , slide then catch em all wit the semi ,
I don't like that talkin out ya mouth , I'll fire friendly ,
but my brotha's are wit me...

Dealers burn in the depths of hell , I shall prevail ,
with a double tech in 2 hands shootin Nazi's with shells ,
I'mma marks man my bomb's going off on ya chest ,
The USA wants to kill armies of a beast needing suppressed ,
Drones with five inch long slugs take off to fly ,
Body parts soarin , criminals hit by lightnin up high ,
hummers against robbers , outside shooters on earth ,
the space we're in gets frightning like a shotty burst ,
Atomic explosions wit the lake wave takes us head first ,
Earth quakes level buildings neutrino bombs could you say worse? ,
Black and white dudes in the oval office leavin the state ,
Shooters hittin the white house , the residents can't escape ,
Is it the end of the world , radiation moves to outer space ,
whats got good and evil fightin forever with its com base? ,
No one knows why , not even those with the codes rendered
cuz the so called god is older than anybody can remember
unless the past ones recorded and saw the big bang happen ,
that's a billion years I bet , role change so for proof we'll graph it

I stretch 'em out - they're the new fantastic...
using acid, so elusive, they get fused to plastic.
Then chewed, for scraps. I'm the new attraction.
Exclusive action. I'm illusive, deduce the passion, ya dunce.
I'm only asking you, once.
Glove over my hand, for masking the punch.
Cracking your jaw wit' nothing more than a tap, that'll crunch
ya ass, I'm the major option that is floating around..
while you're in space, airborne, with only hopes to get down..
You see the blood that's soaking the crown...
It's over. There's no sense in approaching him, now.
Emotionless, so just have you a coke and a smile.
Kieth Murray. I exercise my rights, this is the gym setting.
The scariest. An arrogance, only rivaled by Jodi Arias.
- bro... I stare at the hole that you'll be buried in, then carry you over.
While you prepare for it, though.
I'm the air force in this bitch, even Harrison knows.
Your funeral is crowded, which means, both of your parents exposed.
No inheritance, blow the area to smithereens, wit' American drones...
Yeah, how's that for a send off?
That's some shit that you can't fend off...
Nah, there will be no amends, dog. Straight to the kennel.
And other shit that I hate to get into... bullets fly, break through your window.
You will get fucked - no gay innuendo...
Spray through your rental... you'll see 'em 'sticks through your screen', like you're playing Nintendo.
Wii U. I'm D2.
This is Cannon ball run - I give you a speed through.
Right to your gullet; they're handing out free food.
Look, my price is this... if I can cut it, I sell it.
It's therapeutic... I'm blessed, even if I'm under duress.
My firm? Affirmed. Action, bitch. We can come to the sets.
And push weight. I'm Calum Von'...
With a horse ya girl will straddle on... oh, "Clint Eastwood" walking in the saloon, heffer.
You lose an arm and a leg, n' beg like a true leper.
A few records, I'm holding the booth as hostage - no Stu Shepard.
Shooting behind the scenes, this is the crew's effort...
I shoot to kill. Who's as skilled as me?
I live in infamy - my life's a movie. Feels like the fucking script's writing it to me.
It's leaping off of the page.
Ex Machina rage... I'm the post-apocalypse, graze your top
with a modified Remington Model, engaged.
Just pumping rounds into the stage cast... brains splash
all over the prop art... all cops see is the stained glass.
Uh, yea... who's Rambo... how ya living.
No doubt, I'm chilling. Anti-Hero... but I feel like a villain.
It seems so fulfilling. Feel the chi hit a million,
A human being civilian, that will whoop some ass, like
you slipped a Sensu Bean into Krillin.
Uh, I grabbed his weed, and... I bagged it up...
It's legal now, but I stilled tagged it up... I want my share.
I want 30% overhead for the costs, and swear
if you undercut me? It will get ugly in here, like Bubba Sparxxx.
Y'all sound a couple narcs.
Your movements, are funny.
I do marathons - ain't no dude in here, who can outrun me.
I've been musically hungry. I'm inclined to take my portion, to go.
And on the top of eating, my cutlery will be the forks in the road.

So, don't think it's beyond me to leave a corpse, full of holes.
I shit on rappers from such a high spot, that the porcelain glows
Wow. This whole style's sanctimonious.
They know it is. So cold, that I go in it, with no motive, bitch.
Feel the motor hit your face, leave you stuck in a rhythm...
Renting out the penthouse suite, I'll get more than what most customers give 'em.
My bars are manufactured in the same way they structure a prison.
Intrinsic, like a neural surgeon's confidence, from a incision.
I write masterpieces, likened to the Sistine.
da Vinci. Looking through altered states, with a split screen.
I'm the philosopher that you're talking of.
Modern Aristotle, the only hope they can swallow from. The bullet leaving the hollow gun.
Carrying the globe on my back, Crono's will attack.
Throwing the axis... better know you're going toe to toe, with Galactus.
The flow is intact - it will circle, until the solar, collapses...
The question that nobody's asking...
The moment Adam Lanza walks into the school, while you're going to classes.
Yeah, you're having an Anxiety War, writing on forums.
I confide in it, to tide over boredom. I practically designed the decorum.
To forge their mind in a form of rhyming performing..
I mean, if you think of it, I'm like the Architect... every bar has a quasar effect.
Still receptive, watching each star, project.
I got the target set in a Bullseye, like a Marvel sketch...
An excellent marksmen. A gambit, to which these cards reflect.
Projectiles. You're watching the X files, seeing something ungodly, happen.
Laws of attraction. A logical synapse from a single cell...
that will cause a reaction..
Yeah, I'm the symbiote. The lingering of rebellion, inside every Ginger kid.
- that was picked on since an infant. Shit...
The fists of dire precision, causing your chest, to cave.
It takes your breath, away. The doctor shakes his head...there's nothing left to say.
Especially if we're looking at your X-ray, in a reflective state.
Heart just drops from a 'resting' rate, my educated guess is, "Do not resuscitate"...

I run for the gander wit stars and stripes on ,
New dudes on the stage while I rap and perform ,
I'm throwin hail Mary's like Super Bowl fifty four ,
I'm seein those Benjamin's , I gotta get me more ,
I'm the gold in the rubble , reach and get rocked ,
Cat's rappin to the crowd thinkin of their next plot ,
I'd love to take a trip in a plane and touch down ,
I'm that rush you feelin you needin a plush crown ,
I look at the city , I keep my composure strongly ,
Its a hard trail with my boots leadin a army ,
One arm swingin the guns tryin to bomb me ,
I'm mentally pushed back tryin to kill you zombies ,
Got my back to the comp taller than Luke Longley ,
Nice bills I'm makin money through the ponsey scheme ,
I'm wearin white in a mansion I could prolly dream
One hand gesture for the cream I'm now off the scene

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Soar Kaid

men cum in me

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That's gay, why would you even say it
Don't even try to renounce and downplay it.

Near a decade ago, I was here wit a flow
Nobody ever saw cause all my shit got closed
Improved a little bit, at least, I'd say so
Who ever disagrees you can suck these
Balls
Only theoretically please, don't get excited
Don't pretend I didn't offend
Rejection's igniting
I come in talking shit who do I think I am?
Somebody that will kill everyone in your fam
Lyrically politically emotionally physically
Spiritually cosmically allegedly actually
With a cocky crooked smile and rusted weapon
Gasoline stench and a slight erection
Psychotic blackouts or triggered aggression
Either way a muthafuka gon learn a lesson
Let me stop confessing

I arrive in a Chrysler 3 hun , pop the trunk ,
Guns is the past time also gets ya pockets dumped ,
I'm in the car with the CD player on Fab ,
Frontin on the fans while he talks his trash ,
My next attack leaves ya hoodie wet after the blast ,
ped's walk past you showin the common sense everyone has ,
I'll drain ya body of plasma like a nurse ,
Knives will do an injustice slashin ya dickies shirt ,
My prayers to god closin the back of the hurse ,
These punches are vicious they clash with ya verse ,
First , I'm walkin in nikes past my victims ,
while doctors align ya body back together with stitches ,
I'm prowlin like a jaguar equipped with street vision ,
I like my music loud complimenting the beats procision ,
Grab ya neck stop the blood we got separate symptoms ,
Your a dead man and I'm still getting the riches

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Quote:

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Originally Posted by Dr Stu

That's gay, why would you even say it
Don't even try to renounce and downplay it.

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Stu you broke rank , get your self back in place ,
My guns shoot polaroids and ya picture goin lack a face (you should get it)

murders on my mind cuz ya moneys in my eyes ,
I want that shine completely iced front and behind ,
Cat's livin on the streets scaring all punks wit guns ,
The city and land where the dice games are done ,
I'm inside of the hood with hoopties , its scandalous ,
The cops show badges recognized tryin to handle us ,
locked buildins wit chains killers run like a vandal does ,
In convenience stores cashiers shook now we blammin cuz ,
I had to run , escape the tragedy have some fun ,
I rock wit chicks in trio's only the baddest ones

I'm like a boss , A heavy weight with a cross ,
these chumps must be from cushion land , cuz yall soft ,
My chick rockin pit bulls I call her lara croft ,
I’ll Shrink ya cities population with the guns I bought ,
I’m in mortal kombat like special moves and jump kicks ,
I’m on the corner so get low , my gun spits ,
My flows stupid , it contributes to every ones dumb bliss ,
I’m so fly , you’ll never get above my front flips

I'm rash , come respect my swag be a fan ,
my cranium thoughts is runnin faster than bionic man ,
I dash to place give you flurries to ya face ,
See the congregation wit you buried in a space ,
So I'm carryin the mace , sprayed in your eye ,
then I entertain myself with a drink made with lime ,
The world revolves around the gangsta's in big numbers ,
Lookin in every street for pigeons like chick hunters ,
This the first summer to jump off the deep end ,
gettin banks to pass me dough and watch me spend ,
At reunions I shoot pictures of my foes family grin ,
then rob dudes at gun point in my sandy Tims

uhh...

I throw gold fists ,
I got egyptian gold wrists ,
like I'm Jay on stage with the cold spits ,
you can't deny that I'm blazin ,
with automatics that’s focused ,
Watch my flames kill you and ya bodies still smokin ,
You can see the ice on my cross necklace ,
Sucka's goin gesture ,
my grips for my own pleasure ,
Word after word you can see my flows measure ,
If you got the jewels chicks are goin sex ya ,
I'm soar kaid pay attention to my rap visions ,
I don't worry about my violently attached henchmen ,
diamond stones to the Latina’s and the black women ,
My status is on "kill em" ,
I’m not actin ,
I’m rappin ,
I want billions

My hydrolics bumpin , dudes is goin crazy over them ,
Chicks on my block likin my clover colored rims ,
The heats floatin on my street , young boys strategize'n ,
I hear the sound in reality cuz the bullets flyin ,
Dudes wanna see me sling at the corner store ,
But I need prayer I put that on the lord ,
You see my hands jumpin as the matty sprays ,
I'm coppin grips its a trip in the alley way ,
I raise up off my pivot ,
3 point shot ,
They know I'm money ,
makin every street joint hot

yes....

You're as thight as the grip of those with arthirithis
I'll kick your ass in public like Mike Tyson in the nineties


Not the type to hide so i dont drive-by you with my piece
I'll go to your house and kick your door in and sleep with your wifey

When you hear me rap you're like "ye thats nice"
But when you rap it's like an alchoholic with no ice

I'll take your life with criminal intent
Hide behind corrupt lawyers like Sarpsborg policemen

And hang these corporate wannabees from that tree where the speed went

He's been, gone for awhile, it seems that scheme's spent...
Money thrown right out the window, but you can see his pen
going across the paper, like a car, hitting the median
Smile from ear to ear, you better fear The Comedian.
No, not for laughs. More like The Watchmen.
I'm watching, out the bedroom window, with Oxycontin,
a lot of popping pills. Coughing. Longing for the desire,
to set a bush fire, off forums.
I mean, these cats are awfully boring. I don't know who's subconsciously talking for 'em.
But it better stop now, if they think they'll be able to lock their horns in.
Once the record is dropped, it's effortless, ock.
A perfectionist. Rest in piss, and burn in hell. With whatever is left on the clock.
Whether there is only mere seconds or not, I step in the spot.
And incinerate ya. It's astounding what I'm able to do with a pen and paper.
Imagine the kind of patience you'd have to have to lie, dormant.
Watching you guys forfeit. And my fortress is built out of fortified corpses.
So... this music thing? Has always been a hobby to me.
But, compared to you guys? I might as well be Muhammad Ali.
Which is ironic, cause y'all can agree that y'all are the ones looking wobbly.
I don't even need to drop a key.
You have to go to many bosses to talk to me.
This shit is levels, the ones you don't get in a simulator.
You've been a hater. The innovator. The one you've aspired to pass.
The skill you've tried to surpass.
But you've been lying to yourself all this time, I'm aghast.
I'm basically flying; the Orion's my past.
All the signs you've been denying - you're trash. Get over it.
Fuck your New World Order - I'm the motherboard of this forum shit. I am basically soldered in.

Yeah, I wouldn't wanna follow after that, either.
I do rap in my leisure, so why would I practice procedure, f'real?
Y'all need the appeal to survive, I just live off the oxygen
The full package; apocalypse, the definition I box you in
- is toxic. Fix your face, or I'll fix it for you, the shit's cordial..
- compared to the shit that I was dropping, before...
I already knew I would never be popular off of the forums...
I'd rather build... I could double their fire power, wit' half the skill, and that's f'real.
You come against me, and your ass gets killed.
And stuffed in a box - come get your casket sealed.
Power of attorney in order to pass your will... nah, I do you like Ghost..
meet the requirements... so molecular, the level
is like trying to speak to a scientist.
You can reach for your bible, it's recommended... pray for yourself.
I already got my accolades displayed on the shelf.
I'm saying you're an elf, and there's no way they can help you get out of the hole
You dug yourself into... your off tempo. I got the keys to the door
restore my locked temple...I'm not mental, it's just...
No time, you don't get to adjust...
If you race my octane? You get left in the dust.
16 bars in a minute? That's not pressure to us.
We're the executives - what's hard for you? Is easy to me.
You really, you don't need to believe.
Keep your politics, and your accomplishments, of such audacity,
to yourself. That you actually thought you're passing me. Taut..
the athlete of the rapping league. And you have fatigue.
You spitting shit, but I ain't that intrigued.
You're losing power, you have to breathe.
... now, freestyle... punches hitting your dome, like Tyson Fury.
- fighting wit' Wilder. A style that's so unorthodox, you're forced to box.
And I'll keep the momentum, until your corpse just rots.
Nigga, I'm rocking gorgeous rocks. My momentum is going up like the 500 fortune stocks.
Forcing shots, from behind the back, like 'em two Georgia cops...
That got fired, awhile ago.
Vin Diesel - I live a quarter mile, for show.
Deontay Wild' wit' the blows, I'm styling on hoes.
I'm piling up my stock until the grocery aisle is closed.
A psycho, with a loaded rifle, firing.
- So much metal showers the scene... they'd think it was shot up by the T1000 machine.
How y'all cowards between a rock in a hard place...
My marquee's Scarface... a hard base, Desperado, pulling guns from out the guitar case!
Yeah, I'm the salt of the earth.
I'm the gift in the curse. Everything just fits in a verse.
So much moves, you'd think it was scripted, at first.
Ridiculous, worse than picturing Bruce Prichard, getting you pricks to rehearse.
So, I don't care. Designer flare.
Wired, in that recliner chair. Inside a mirror, while your girl tries dyeing all her vagina hair.
Every rhyme is rare, and visceral.
I'm the voice of reason you should listen to. I'm official, dude.
And trust me, this shit ain't fixable.
I put the money on the line - it's the principle/principal.
Ironically so, cause y'all sound like all of you missing school.
Idiots. Can't pay for your college tuition.
Y'all in a system orchestrated to be drawn in their vision...
Me, the rawest incision... blood doesn't have the time to change red...
Y'all are completely brain dead... f'real, but this is MY main thread.

I said it before... they talk about shit that they can never endure...
So come play my game, so we can settle a score.
If you don't know much about hip hop, what you meddling for?
In general, you're a bigger fucking nuisance, here, than genital warts...
Fucking peon, no excuses... I hold the deuces...
two in each hand... so, somebody lied to you, when they said that you was the man...
On some "I don't identify" - gender bender shit...
Eventually? You should see what I pencil, B. It's elementary.
Silly, you're anecdotal 'facts', I quickly dismiss.
You don't know history any more than Robert Ripley...
I'm as toxic as Bobby/Whitney...
My thoughts eclipse you, at supersonic speeds.
If I am not one of the best, then we simply do not agree.
I body beats with 16's; 1 minute free-verses.
In one take - fuck rehearsing. Watch the cyclical, backfire...
There's no middle road...
Lyrics cut through your political satire. Ya quagmire.
Such heinous acts, they redact what has transpired... I'm...
Fired up, get your brake wires, cut - rolling a steep hill...
You freaks feel... it is egregious.
You're puzzled, so I'll fill in the pieces.
The matrix program, decoded. But you feel you're still in the sequence...
You look back, and see the same cat walk by...
There's a discrepancy in the source code... Dash dot dash...
Defaults to a Morse mode...
Fuck what you have to say... there's no freedom of speech
when they chains of oppression have been stashed away...
Behind a more methodical ploy in which to catch their prey...
it's no longer white sheets, but white collars...
provisions and prejudice to keep you away from their conservative right dollars...
The truth is that, money can buy overnight scholars...
Institutions manufacture power, when grants go to the right college...
Middle fingers as long as I got appendages...
The pen is this extension, choreographed into sentences...
That come to life, through messages...
You're only part of the system, harping their own agenda,
and making you a marginal part of existence.

I throw punches faster than Tyson
You're cast into damnation what is your intention for fightin

I crush my enemies in the end im victorious
Officially or unofficially never doubt what i does's integrity

I profess many things come test my abilities
You must want heat the way you ignore your humility

You'll forget to bleed go eat your abilify
I started so limiting

Used my head as a weapon
A mixture of things got my enemies sweating

All i do is to sport
You peak your head to holla bout to get fucked in your court

I'm a pitbull in a cage some step forth
Open the damn door i wanna fly a plane in your newports

I'll fly a plane into the committee
blood gore blue blood dickheads and titties

Step up the UN building with a van and sit it
Blow up Stoltenberg while he thinks i'm kiddin

Get my homie to shoot up the Rights Tribunal
Bunch of dirty fuckers bout to get taxfree funerals

Your pseudo intelligence got you itchin to mention roman numerals
My flows on point youre just slow like bootycalls

British people are beggars at heart
Nothing ashames them they'll suck your dick for a landchart

Got their asses kicked by an Indian guy in a diaper
About the same time Winston franticly started looking for the lighter

Thought it was a fart but no it was a stroke
A scone sliding off the tip of his lips as he goes for broke

Now theyre chanting "Britain" with a Russian guy as their leader
The biggest circus they claim sovereignity of since Ceasar

Yeah, I am the leader.
Got the fire of Jeter, acquiring the Miami Marlins; my mind's ether.
A sign it gets deeper.
The boy wonder. The man wonder. I drop it, while...
They figure out a ballpark number to knock around.
Who got the keys to the office, now? It's monumental. I'm back, Jack.
A triple threat. 3000 pounds of pressure, dripping wet.
Big chain around my neck - slavery glory.
With my name on the first page to inform you it's a bravery story
That you came to explore. My pain is euphoric.
A lot at stake, like a chairman and the board of directors - there's blood in the water.
So, don't let the coroner get ya.
That's fair warning, don't get your head diced. Tony Spilotro.
Inside of an empty warehouse, being pried from a head vice.
With the wolves around me, like Head Ice.
I'm dead nice. Mr.Rogers.
My set like the green screen. Make anything happen - back wit' the dream team.
Scoring baskets, before our practice.
Too ill, you can't ignore the tactics.
Finger roll. Let it linger, yo.
I'm a sick puppy; it's only right that I bring it 'home'.
This is my whole life. Immeasurable talent, but also illusive, like a drone strike.
Dr. Arthur Daniels - ya'll nigga's got 'no bite'.
Nor pedigree. There's no sense in ignoring the foreign enemy.
My words? Impossible to decode.
I got to sit, and explode. The doctor is in control.
Yeah. Yeah. I lost the flow.
It's possible, that I can't stop. But there's still lots to go.
My middle finger goes up, like a virgin's erection.
Was never nervous, expressing venomous thoughts when I first emerged in this section.
While the sheep, flocked. They seek Taut to be the bearer.
So bearer, I'll be. Exercising terror with the lyrics I key.
Fuck it... I'm letting 'em learn, every word is likened to a chemical burn....
A legend, deserved of being mentioned with the best that has served
...in the decade, or more, this site has being going for. Door to door.
Still knocking. 18 years later, hater, I'm still talking.
Yeah... that's a lot of time to reflect your goals.
I left the site, diversified, and did extra roles.
While the underbelly was left, exposed. Rotting, but.
Ya know, I came back and I did it... I know I couldn't leave it like that, so I didn't.
But I also knew I couldn't do rap for a living, having a child.
So, I had to balance my family life and trying to handle the site...
I'm still sniping at competition... DC rifle's loaded...
Trajectory, right into focus... but still complain, like they ain't notice the might, so it goes as...
A way of saying the power's ill...
How do you feel just, chasing the dream? Nobody is in a stasis
But they embracing the seams, being pulled from out of the oasis, in need
of outcome that is predictable.
It sickens me. How quick they are to believe those that feed the snakes, out there, harboring greed.

Then I stick 'em with a sword that was carved from a tree...
Then twist it until their arteries bleed, making it harder to breathe
For 'em. Yeah. There's blood in the water...
for me to chug. I'm-a slaughter the family. See me, outside of your window.
Eyeing your kin folk.
The design has been simple, for a long time. What I ink, though?
Fire. Need a hydrant to take over.
Hail Hydra, the male geyser of hate. Cobra Kai, annihilating your fate.
You better off minding your mouth before you're finding your face
inside of a Mason Jar, on the Futurama show.
Sal Vulcano, bro. You go back in time; fucking a boy.
My fists take off like rockets - you T off, and my knuckles, deploy.
Your family will be jumping for joy once they see a picture of you...
Alive, before I rip it, in two. Then show them a clip
of you, being fed to a wood chipper, for proof.
Their lid will quickly shoot. Hitting the roof.
I'm too sick, ruthless wit' the booth.
Your clueless, and a fluke to me. Who can see the prowess being divulged? Yeah.
So many skulls, in my shrine. And all 'em combined
in a hall column, of mine.
I mean, y'all calling the line, hoping it'll ring. And ring, it will.
Shit, I've been thinking, still. I'm Ill, the real Lincoln, chill.
Red dot - but it ain't a slow blinking film...
So, the battery ain't dead.
Life ain't black and white - it's Grey's Anatomy, instead.
That Captain Marvel flow. Pull gravity, ahead.
I'm weaving through schemes. The nightmare - right here, that you only see in your dreams.
You wake up, go online, just to read what it means.
There's no cliff notes. But it's dope.
The firemen, putting shell casings down, through a slick scope.
I only fuck +9 out of 10's, so if I'm fucking your girl, I'm giving that bitch hope.
Yeah, it's a slippery slope dissing your folk.
You fuck with me, and your kids will be broke. That's how far the bloodline, is affected.
I already signed the objective.
Shit gets closer than CSI and a private detective. I'm the guy that basically outlined the directive.
It's an open and shut case, fuck face. You can't single me out.
You're in your own head so much, you can't get over your own lingering doubt.
But, technically speaking. I'm the demon, talking in your ear.
I'm the one, in that corner office, that you share.
While your boss is in a chair, made of Alcantara.
Asking you for the assignments. This forum board is my prime, it's
war over rhymers. The more that you mind us.
The more you'll see those warrior liners.
You're an Oreo, tied to selling out your soul, over liars.
But I already put those borders, behind us.
You're in the emergency ward, with survivors.
The New World Order is designed
for you vaginas. Fucking pussies; blue waffle.
Saying that our music is too hostile.
Pushing it through your fucking glued nostrils.
How else can you explain your loss of smell?
Pheromones are rampant - you can't talk or yell, without
climbing out of your own Lobster shell.
Fucking shit going out, like toilet paper in a Costco sale.
Your mind is a slave to the building blocks of jail.
In a state prison. But me, I'm on a straight mission coming from an innate vision.

They listen, but are not hearing me, like Blake Griffin
So, my ideology of music, is this.
If you can exist in the same world treating you inhumanely, and not fire back?
Then, you is a bitch.
It's that simple - I don't need to prove to you, this.
You're a loser, who has been using the ship your slave owners provided to you.
I don't know what you are trying to do.
But, reality of the matter is? You're a simp.
Door to door. You simply cannot ignore your pimp.
Covid 19 is rampant, and y'all buying toilet paper? Stocks are plunging.
Y'all have lost your judgment, and functionality.
It's not a matter of biological warfare, anymore... it's the sheer audacity we're here to ignore.
Pandemonium, to the point we don't know where to explore.
Misinformed, and misdirected. Spending 1000 dollars, online, to get you bottles of disinfectant.
The idiocy's real. I don't get the silly appeal.
Act like you're spreading awareness.
Just to ignore the bible talk you get from your parents.
They're equally ignorant. You breathe, and you live for it. I'm just wondering, what kind of shit is this?
What's the significance? What is the interest which
You're pushing to fit your narrative? Covid 19 affects 3% of general population, and you're scared of it.
Well, excuse me, but... if I recall, we still have bigger threats that exist
Like terrorists... chemical warfare, and the global spending measures
that far outweigh the next generations inheritance...
Long live prosperity... If I die, who are the 6 that will carry me?
While I'm falling back on a trust building exercise...
The next attack is weaponized... The TV is on, but the revolution will not be televised.

Let me tell the wise how the end is near, peep the time we in!
Crazy How alcohol can turn tough guys into whining men
It’s a crying game,
Time and time again, mascara runs the fine line between the ties and trends
Here’s A lime for your corona, now go on and leave behind a kin
I’m still rhyming. Still tryin to find the lines within
Jack Torrance, rap morbid, I’ll die tryin to find the shine again
My movie bars’ll have these sharks go into hiding, son
So tell me, now, what the fuck is a Jaws to a Leviathan.
Cyph Alumn, Sammy and Celph inflicting pain, to go against us...well...
Its suicidal. My crew’s vital your cruise...1912
Dirty tactics, your verse are slap sticks fumbling over your words
You Charlie chaplains, I’m Charlie Manson, have bitches doing my dirt
Y’all on some thin ice. One more peep and yo it’s fuck life
Yup, I’m dumb nice. I don’t sing, One swing will have’em duck twice

Not going lie, ^ had writers block for the past two weeks
But I'm back, just so that I can give cats new reach
Check my lateral, no collateral... reaching out of that batter bowl...
So I can have my cake with the weight of Advil, and Adderall.
I ain't mad at y'all. Matter fact? Let me applaud it...
Y'all gave me the energy harness. Just so that I can remind y'all
that the enemy's heartless..
My pen on the arches of insanity, but my mental is far-fetch.
Unhinged, like Mel Gibson was, in the Edge of Darkness.
Electra precision, using my friends as targets...
My ammo cartridge is never ending for all that pretentious garbage.
Cause I despise it. And my eyes are glued to the street.
So much like this pandemic, that wack shit I hear? Is doom to repeat.
Y'all knew you were weak, but considering that
You continue to rap? I'm here to make a music contingency act.
It will read: "In light of dire circumstances, they had to go"
But I ain't asking, though. You don't leave? And believe I'm going casket mode.
I'm shooting the breeze, and seizing your air.
This is off the top, I don't need to prepare.
Y'all still reaching into the cage, while you're feeding the bear.
I'm versatile. Every verse give you the biscuit, like a Church's crowd.
I'm not sacrilegious, but
this is the type of shit you should worship, now.
Your idea of music's askew.
Colourful euphemisms with no meaning is what you're choosing to do.
All you gotta do, here, is loosen the screw...
And it's over with. The impact of a punch is like the ring, after Owen hit.
The future in which that wack shit persists, don't exist.
Makes me nauseous, to hear.
Rotting my ears. But I'll make it awfully clear.
There's an overload. One of which can sink the earth.
COVID is the last of our worries... this is the shit that you have to think of, first.

im bored its been 15 years since i been on these forums
i remember trying to land a job filling out forms
doing drugs fucking hoes in college dorms
went back to the drawing board came back with upgrades
ate an array of pussy like licking frosting off of cupcakes

For fuck-sake. Came back, and did the action in one take.
With an Adonis style, that can son Drake.
Garfield may hate Mondays. Me? I hate the idea that...
A declaration was made from a white man, just to free the blacks.
But excuse me, in fact.
I feel like the gatekeeper, cutting the keys, exact.
My idea of a declaration, is the opposite of a Treaty act.
I'm the secular male.
Who measured the distance between every record of sale...
And flashes the middle finger, so you know what this disrespect has entailed.
I'm a giant in a pool of a ants, and you're washing away.
So much confidence, they want me to speak on these concepts in a positive way.
But fail to realize I'm not going play.
Nor draw in the lines.
This is evolution, in Darwinist times.
I'm willing to cut my own wrist, if the karma is mine.
Harmonizing truth, so you get knowledge when these bars have been rhymed...
The apex, directing the flow.
Y'all wanna question it, though.
I'm just trying to express it, so you know it before
the 3 dots on your SMS messages, load...
To preface?
This is the light, stowed away in the brief case.
That got your little kids doing the grief face.
Your history, I will erase.
The anatomy of a naked orchid...
My rhymes are best transcribed into Mark Laita portraits.

That last line came out like a tortoise, I get bored quick
I'm sure as shit gorgeous, and would stand victorious verses any you rap warriors
My fortress is glorious, take your shoes off when you enter
Of attention I am the center, as the seasons go so does my temper
Quick to tell you hoes I'll be gone til November
Sorry I can't stay, fuck it what the hey
Ariba ariba underlay underlay at the speed they runaway
When I come to play, I usually win comfortably
Just cuz you write novels don't mean you got something to say
You just stuck in your ways, and would get stuffed in a locker back in the day fuckin with me


Ill finesse

Man, who told you, you were allowed back?
Your other verse? I clowned that.
Every verse you drop afterwards? Is now whack.
Ask your family where the crown at? (I got it)
Yeah, been wearing that shit...
Embarrassed him, there really isn't anything they're comparing us with.
There's legit, NO accolades you got... and if there is?
Please, link us to any...
I'd like to show every one that person that thinks they can end me...
Seriously, how can we show and prove?
You're basically no one, you're only food.
The open net, when the goalie moves.
It's too easy. You know the rules - kiss the ring.
Or die a horrible death. Don't ignore it, respect, the legend who kept this forum in check.
You weren't scoring, you left... you took your ball home.
Thought this shit died down... stupid fucker, you catch me killing it, five rounds...
to live crowds... Stephen Paddock, rifle aim...
It's your life, I claim. Strike from a distance, nicest persistence... cut with the knife, the same.
Your death has a steep fall, but it's your hype I blame.
Your like McClane. Pretty light, I'm saying you don't know what it's like to train!
Tiger King. Predator date, you making a 'minor' swing.
Paint the walls with your blood, I'm doing The Shining Thing.
You kind of cling on the momentum I left, while you pussy'd out...
The reality is, you should be thanking me. You know. "Good looking out"
Nah, you decided to come out swinging...
I make amputees with appendages...
Your penmanship weak, elite when I come end your shit.
Real talk. Your nothing new. Ya squeaked by.
Your punches? Ooohh.. They weak, guy.
I'm sleeping on it... you ain't beating me; Eazy E with that heat, regardless.
I'm saying, nothing but easy targets.
You fell out of a 30-story building, nigga, you need a harness!

This place been dead for a while, how about a psychonaut test.
Sophomore in a monochrome screen, keep that pride in check.
I carry that .38 and all it takes is 2 rounds to your chest,
down on your feet you'll be beggin' for another shot to the head
Call it QC 'cause evolution had a better plan for the rest, an exoplanetary quest.
Dormant conquerin' and rebuilding universes like he was God himself.
My fingers are ice, colder than these verses I type so when I finger you wife
it'll be like she hibernated and woke up mid-flight to destination fucked for life

Fuckin twice I wrote something nice to reply to the guy who be thinking we could see eye to eye, I slide thru from the side then it's boom bitty bye bye, all because of the size of the slice of pie, I know why you feel threatened, look into my eyes and you'll find armageddon, I objected at your wedding, at the same time some slime was jacking presents, that same type of energy in essence is present when I take up residency, campaigning to the presidents seat, who better than me? You niggaz don't really register like Predator 3, reaching into my reservoir to mesmerize my competitors, ledgers with metaphors in the repertoire, my minds my nine, I'm lying I got weapons galore, try to shut me out and I'll step in your doorway, invade your space, face to face with the face of this place in a faceoff, found out you was fake and soft, said to complete the ritual I had to break you off, sorry boss I got faith in the cross, faith in the mosque and we ain't taking a loss, I'm thanking Allah for my followers in the kabbalah, scholars find it hard to swallow, I'm a son of the father, I'm, running this altar, revolted, exalted, catapulted the ignorant copious culprits who lack focus, you on notice nigga...

- Ill finesse

ill finesse, you should use your fingers less, looks like you tried bringin sicker text & ended up with tourettes, when your brain says 'wanna write some bullshit?', stop thinking 'yes', just chill a sec, then press the only button that you haven't & hit 'reject'

Come after Bag finishes 'em off, n' then disinfect...
you know, COVID19, and all...
And I know you ain't liking me, dog. But it's OK.
We ain't fighting, at all. It's thunder and lightning when this Titan's involved.
Feel the energy of Midas, dissolve your blissful ignorance...
It's all Writings On The Wall until you draw your steel.
Then you fall in line, I've been balling, still
this is Spalding's field. Ill, don't get your squadron killed over this net shit...
It ain't that serious, youngin... Underground, word to Harriet Tubman...
I carry you, son - compare me to Drummond. Deep down
is where my air's been summoned... I've faced against real cats; you ain't embarrassing nothing.
White Boy Can't Jump? Well, I'm about to show Harrison something...
F'real. I hear you been bluffing.... is it true?
Dead man on sight. Right. Is it you?
They put the dog on the scent, I guess he's just sniffing through.
This Peter vs The Chicken, 2.
Get hit with a stiff right that will lift you view, like a tilted room.
Yo, Ill. Bro, chill.
Red or Blue, you gonna swallow the whole pill.
Then get decked, but i don't deal.
I'll make this hoe, kneel. Your bravado is weak.
You're not an elite. I saw your resume, you don't got you a streak.
You're not in the street... corner, boy.
Return to Asgard... transcend time, with mad bars...
The mad scientist... every line's designed
to stitch your network, off your mind, like a psychiatrist..
Your prior diss, was stronger, you've regressed.. *sigh*
- you must be tired, bitch.
Stringer Bell from The Wire, vs Luscious from the Empire, *psst
This shit a slam dunk, nigga.
Fuck you talm' bout... knocked 'em out...
Jazzy Jeff, he threw himself out of the Top Shotta's house...
Yeah, I'm battling my ego
and that's more of a fight than anything you've dropped on any board in your life.

Celph Taut, that was well fought,
But “a titan”? hardly. you fell short.
Gotta learn how ‘light’ ain’t the same as ‘enlightened’.
Just coz you beat ur-anus, doesn’t make you a “titan”.

You turn up to learn, eager,
Engraining mistakes from your first feature;
Celph Taut, you’re a bad student and a worse teacher.
I saw your shit and Ill’s, and preferred... neither.

I don’t believe your rank statistics...
You know, you’re supposed to match the facts and flip it:
You call yourself General, and the raps are fitting,
Coz they all general as shit, as in ‘lack specifics’.

‘Taut’, as in, tense, coz you’re feeling stressed.
And someone tell Ill Finesse that I’ve killed for less.
Still perplexed? simple steps... If the kid’s doubtful,
Since he thinks that he’s ‘Ill’ he’ll get shived with a scalpel.

I’d put Bag in a bag... yeah I’m carrying some heavy shit,
And with his weak ass material, you can bet he’ll split.

You’re trash Bag, damn. your filler’s the worst.
For the rest of this verse, Imma call the kid ‘Purse’.

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