Keystyle Cypher!

.. Why is it
.. I think I fear what the typical ear doesn't hear..
serious symbolism.. so I drop tears at the end of roads
peer what the pen just wrote.. put it together
delusion of grandeur, cherish your senseless hope
for we're all doomed.. staring at the mirror I wish I broke
the weirdest of any bro, but how weird am I really tho?
as great artist kill themselves seriously -- as clear as a clip or rope
.. even lyrics and videos
.. so how different must I be?
am I sick as the sickly wit' the distant thoughts?
.. or am I just a 'ol chip off the artistic block
for it's easy to see my shit be tight as a bitch
whose legs ain't been spread wide in a minute
wit no dick diving to hit.. besides the point
for I don't even listen to hip hop writing my shit
...
.. this depressive mindset shits on my life again
leaving me with nothing sippin' my Heineken
hittin' live resin still pissed I invited in
so much evil each minute within this life I live
.. literally the same story, chuggin' the same 40
done wit' this lame-corny fucked up mind frame
I literally did to myself ..

That goes for the well wishers, wishing for help...
Have 'em run faster than Michael when Joe Jackson lifts up his belt...
Straight up offensive shit... a chip off the old mental block...
Disclaimer: don't blame me for what this pencil jots
Wait. Don't blame me for what these keys, type...
They wanna be heir, but can't breathe life...
Then shit goes 'left', yet only seems 'right'...
Can get a little dizzy, getting to these heights...
See these dykes, walking dollar signs, waiting to be priced...
Stomp a mudhole n' em, leave a shoe, stuck...
Out here, getting my dues, but...
Kids outside doing everything, aside from the truth stuff...
The truth hurts.... but not harder than a kick to the face...
If the kick came first, you'd probably take the truth and try to switch it in place...
Lose all your teeth faster than you lost your money in crypto...
You put 2K in it - that wasn't a flip, though.
That was your life savings... your whole Casa Bonita job, to date...
I'll be honest, mate. I'd probably not wanna rob your safe
In fear of being disappointed... no respect for trying...
Only money you got for the safe... is what you spent to buy it...
I've disowned them kids, not sure why they keep coming back...
Between despair and self loathing, knowing I'll have fun with that....
As deep as it goes... so deep that every secret's exposed...
Naked Truth - there's no need for your clothes...
Freezing, icicles seizing your bones... use my DNA to create a genetic sequence of clones
To beat with this throne.. whatever you're seeking
Stands to reason you should leave it alone
I mean it, only strength - not a single weakness, is known.
Ugh... built dynasties with these kind of keys...
I was blessed before I could sneeze...
Not sure what momentum they were tryin' seize...
Say their kings? Wouldn't hold my breath, like an idle breeze...
Owned the land, when they signed the lease
Watch it go to plan, 'cause I know that a 'broken' man's trying to find his 'peace'...
The kind of heat that would rival an island beach...
High as the pilot seats from inside a sidewinder, flying east...
Or is it West? 'Ye is off of the plot...
The academy doesn't know whether to offer him an Oscar, or not.
Talking a lot about Andy Kaufman has got
Many people thinking it's a level of introspection that he wants to unlock....
Not sure I agree... I just think he could use his meds...
He's losing his mind faster than he's losing friends...
Then again, I'm sure his inner circle is full of dude's who pretend
to have his best interests in mind, as long as his views ascend
Expounding on jews, is to ensue an abusive trend
To those who hold his views, while Elon Nazi salutes, again.
Let me just check to see if the world is still spinning...
Jack Napier... If I die? I'll be killed, grinning.
Fake as their love is, hate is a real feeling...
Speak a will in existence to rock the boat they are still building...
'till their palate, is cleansed... regardless of how it descends
into complete chaos, I am a generational talent, condensed...
Put clowns into a severe state of paralysis, then devour them when...
They try it assert their power, it comes spilling out, at both ends...
Look... that's miserable way to go...
So I'm a say take a tow straight to the destination zone...
Ugh, stop wasting my time making a line
as intricate as it was when they fake the design...
Take their skull from their face n' assign a fist, let it buffer first...
Tier 1 is this ass whooping, tier 2 is the other verse...
I didn't dig a single bar that they dropped, but I dug a hearse...
Don't let you ego get in shit that it wasn't worth
End up pushing it too far, like the gerbil stuck up your cousin's ass....
Dozen tracks you dropped - a bunch of trash
Your ego and skill level, it doesn't match....
Son, relax. Your reality, wasn't fact. It was, in fact, completely shun of tact.

Word, crack a head open to see the throne it conceived....
Give homie only a moment to breathe
Killed the game, sanctimoniously...
Kids peeping through the blinds, watching the accident...
Smack a cat so fast that not even Flash could've captured it...
Firestarter like, "That was lit".
If they have a chip on their shoulder, they better package it.
Or I'll rip their lil' ass, to bits.
Narrator like, "And not a scrap was missed"...
Blessed like blowing a manufactured kiss, from the Pastor's lips
Yeah, class dismissed. This is a field day.
So much food for thought, that I use this box as a meal tray.
You see this cypher? It's the real prey.
Get killed like, see the spilled brains...
So deep that if you were numb, you will feel pain
Not in the game no more, but I still train.
For 'real, sayin' I can kill Bane wit' this ill slaying
Drop nothing but hits... serving cats,
I should be getting all the customer's tips...
All about my business, but this, wasn't a pitch...
You son of a bitch,
my urge only gets higher if it doesn't get itched...
I get violent, shoot... Kylie Irving, by the hoop...
Birds keep chirping, 'till they try it then they fly the coup...
I know I'm high, but outside of dropping this kind of truth
That an anti lie has been my pursuit...
A bunch of industry plants that can't find their root...
Sew the seed of doubt, I require fruit...
Run circles around these clowns now
Dropping mismatched vocals on top of a fire loop
Tell em they can run this fade
You just bought a ticket to the "come get sonned" parade...
No refunds. Just me and these hands...
Easy transaction, each fist is better than Money Mart, if you need an advance...
Eating, in France... lobster plate, while I'm seated, in Cannes.
Yo' bitch sees the bulge in my jeans when she glanced...
It's busting out the seams of my pants...
"She got down" but... we didn't dance...
Her breathing enhanced... she immediately want this meat in 'er hands...
So much for your evening plans on meeting her
I beat it up so bad it got you wondering if there was even a chance...
Nah, there wasn't... but don't feel bad...
You can still have the type of relationship that got Jada and Will mad...
Fucking cuck... figured liken you to a celebrity would be a sure way to shut you up...
Give you this "lower", "mid", and "upper"-cut...
It's contempt that I have for you, and nothing but...
I fight like an Irish, but the way I beat that pussy, it wasn't Luck...
Far from it, in fact... she thought her back was broken...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3fkDQiCuf0

I asked her, she said "Spinal.." so, I passed her Motrin.
Back to this rap, I'm a bear trap for any cat approaching...
See the fire, to smoke out all of the scattered roaches...
Even if my momentum is quelled...
You'll get your skull rung till your cranium is representing a bell...
School's out... extinguish all of your used clout...
What I've learned is, it's easier to put a foot in a huge mouth...
Be like, that head of yours? That is my shoes, now...
Too foul. It's fire, n' there's just no putting this fuse, down.

I go hard, stupid
Shooting at these hoes asses, Cupid
Got them bitches dreaming about me, lucid
Come at me with some lies, tell the hoe prove it
Ugh, I go crazy, jibber
Hit up my homie like what’s up my ———
Not gonna say it
Kel-Tec sprayin
When I drive the lane you know I slam it, not lay it
Got these girls on their knees I’m not talkin prayin
I’m bout to turn up, super, saiyan
Know what I’m sayin, bout to go dumb
Semi auto blasts like the sound of a drum
Kush got me numb
Henny got me on one
I only hit 10’s ain’t got time for the one’s
Got time for a blunt anytime of the day
Lookin my way better watch what ya say
9 gon spray
Put em in the trunk
Down a couple pills while I’m blowin on skunk
Know I’m fuckin drunk, brown got me slurrin
Monte Carlo SS & you know I’m swervin
Hoe in the back, pistol on my lap
Shotgun riding shotty so you know I’m gon blast
Pull down the mask, guzzle down on the flask
Give the blunt to shorty & she turned into a spaz
Heat on the side, purple in my cup
Shorty on a pill and she gon wanna fuck
I don’t give a fuck, put it on fam
Spread her ass on me and I put it on the Gram
Girl tweakin bad, she livin in a trailer
Ain’t a fuckin sailor so I’ll stick it in her neighbor
Told me gotta pay, slapped her in the dome
Ridin home gettin some while I’m holdin chrome

Sippin on lean, hittin on green
Shorty passed out from the promethazine
Glock 19, all black finish
Got a bitch from Finland & she actin fuckin Finnish

It’s so cold I’m fuckin frozen
Shawty seen the pool and she wanna dip her toes in
So much coke at the crib she actin like it’s snowin
Counter intel, I’m Edward fuggin Snowden
Purple blunt blowin, white bitch smashin
White hoe reactin to micro transactions
Fillin up my pockets, spillin out my wallet
Checks pouring out like I’m murdering Smollet

Jesse… you know that one weird scammer
Speakers going hammer while I’m pullin on the hammer
Not no tools, y’all a fuckin fool
Too cool for school shit got me feelin bool

Blood talk….
Ever see me out I’m on a fuckin mud walk

I’m sippin so much mud
I could sink the Titanic when I hit the plug
I’m on Jupiter, your girl goin stupider
Put it in her ass cuz she like it when I’m boofin her

Woah

….. I’m slurred
I don’t know wtf just occurred
AK-47 just say what’s the word
Choppa lay your bitch ass out & have you steamin like a turd

#YoungWheat

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rQt_Vf3PUA

iLL back with that Grade A
Bout to break it down like Crazy Legs
If you pump fake, then you'll have to fade away
I see this happen in my day to day interactions
As the main attraction
I remain active, wherever I choose to entertain causes traffic
Grew up Catholic, now I'm on my 42 Laws of Maat shit
When they say Pagan, that means it got blacks in it
It's not an accident, they wanna say we was absent
Which is absurd, fast forward to today and they want our masters..
of ceremonies to share stories
From afar it might appear glorious, I swear its annoyin'
Toying with my community, as a clairvoyant, it's not new to me
I been on board like charcuterie
Ever since Mos Def said they want to put us in their usury
Foolishly falling for deceptive practices from officials that you elected
I've always taken the stance that Malcolm X kicked
Just two sides of the same evil
One side out front with it, the other claims we equal
Always in cuffs, don't even have the rights that they read you
Have the nerve to brag bout havin' a Jewish paralegal
Without ever thinking once on why would you need to
Since slavery they been mentally capping my people
Stop believing in all the crap that they feeding you
Don't be so quick to overreact and do what's reasonable
Better yet stop resisting
You don't have a pot to piss in
Cops/Ops, now the plot thickens
The only thing this is not is fiction
The tradition is affliction with attrition in addition
The poison that infiltrates the culture has us ducking pistons
Who's to blame, the system or the victims
The depictions are ambiguous symptoms of a society that lacks wisdom
Yet moves to an exact rhythm
:frog:

-iLL

but don't worry, God will change the world through a cataclysm,
either a natural disaster or a nuclear blast reducing the enemies around you into ashes
or maybe both at the same time,
what if volcanos explode; smoke covers the globe so the sun can't shine?
or a nuclear winter, where there's a shortage of food, and there' s only you, who are you going to depend on?
all the money you've accumulated is useless,
and you don't even have the skills to live off the raw land, and you can't Youtube it,
so, when you see my dead body on the side of the road, just know the berries I hold are poisonous
try to avoid them, after looting my body move me off the path into the foliage,
so wild animals won't attack people headed where going

I say ..
.. kinda obvious nocturnally toxic-brolic as Tyson bite'n ears off the guys he fightin'
exemplary terror-I bury fairy faggots who scary carrying baggage hope'n
the parachute you use when you jump don't open as the secondary tangles
manglin' your body as soon as you hit the concrete
.. this is 90's inspired fire dragons don't wont no part of me
partying wit the artistry-carving each lyric sharper than barbers
cuttin' a mean fade, I see shade and make it shine takin' time
it's no pressure to make it rhyme-see my lecture impresses the thinkers
even drinkers seek the syncracy seepin from each finger as this typing entices
the types wit vice grips around this rap shit..
.. i'm serious the flow switches like nas in illmatic
a catalyst inspiring average shit to elevate like those who meditate at heavens gate
who never say never-better yet permission give'n to severe heads
if ever there were endeavors you didn't finish
I run on like a sentence never ending like the pen ran out of ink
the planet stinks so have a chief and laugh a bit at these activist
who be turnin' heads yappin' lips, make 'em burn of lead
pass the grip blast it quick and dip quicker than gangstas shootin' savage out the whip
.. don't say i'm bite'n it's never that please enlighten' me in the cypher
you shiesty mother fuckers get sliced up-dumped in the dumpsters
better yet its a lake wit gators eatin' relevant evidence keepin' the case cold
..

My hands like a deck of cards, make a face, fold.
The best playwright to date, is the story that ain't told.
My reality might as well be the greatest show...
Way to go from underground to play, on the radio...
From stages, know my tongue's a serrated blade that's paraded, so
You say the wrong thing, I'm fileting your lil brain, fa' show...
I ain't playing, yo, big budget mayhem, like HBO
The case is cold? Nuh-uh, I say the word n' the case get's "closed".
And just in 'case', they 'case' the joint...
I take this blade, anoint your face with the business end
of that motherfucker, to make a 'point'.
Now, here's the other point. Did you see it?
Look again... you're bleeding. Minutes turn into seconds,
you're blacking out - lights, receding.
Your limbs go numb, major organs shutting down, needing
More blood, n' agonal breathing.
Then, I'll look for a rope to strangle you, meaning...
if there's a small window of hope, there's a zero chance of you, leaving.
Except your kid, in case he plans to get even
I'll wait until he's older n' give that man a good beating!
Fucking punk. Fuck 'em up, then fuck 'em up some more...
Nothing short of a couple rib shots, than watch as his blood gets poured...
His 5th grade teacher like, "Why you got bloody knuckles for??"
"'Cause he bought tickets to the S.S ass whooping, so come aboard!"
Let that motherfucker join in, too.
Ah, I remember middle school. Shit, I scribbled through...
Most my classes. Felt like there wasn't shit to do
Hard to listen through the lectures when professor's are always pissed at you
For not paying attention. Got me in detention...
All day, probably seconds away from getting suspension.
I'm guessing it has a lot to do with popping off ....
Whenever I walked in school. In the principle's office, too - I was talking lewd.
Insidious, you might say.
Shit, when it came to my shit talking, I was more egregious than Dice Clay.
My momma up nights, prayed I'd turn it around...
Every word that I hurl at you now, is surgical, clown.
Smack red noses off of faces.
Demand the same reverence of The Pope, when I walk in places
Not an atheist, but it'll take me a miracle to get in God's good graces...
Lots of angst, so my vitriol leaps off the pages
With such immortality, that they deem me a "closest ageist".
Perhaps I am. No turning back on it, now.
Watch the mouths of the devout Catholics vows collapse, to the ground.
I'm not a part of a faction, 'cause my actions, are vile.
I might fuck around and bring Krampus, back into style.
Cuz y'all are Kramping' my style...
Dancing around the fire of Trump's first month's presidency to burn Canada, down.
Maybe that's too dramatic. Perhaps I should....
put 25% tariffs on my dick n' export it for you, to have it.
Transporting fentanyl over the border - I don't know, chief...
Not ready to pop the balloon on that, perhaps it'll slow leak...
Who's to say it's to leverage bargaining power, for cheap?
Trump, the only thing more dangerous than my keyboard, is your tweets.
But nah, I won't get political.
Whatever side you reside on, is for the individual.
People find it difficult to choose the right or left, so they decide on a middle road
Which's bigger than any given vote...
Oh. Oops. On to different strokes.
They tell me to hold my head high, little to know it's so they can slit my throat.

Bitches listen to my thoughts like I’m Socrates
Gave me head in a Messi jersey, she like my soccer tees
So drunk she threw up on me, that’s a messy jersey
If I’m eating on some chocolate, bet it best be Hershey’s
I got a white bitch with a fat ass
I got a black bitch who ain’t even got one
Shits backwards, I’m plastered
Kel-Tec loaded, you know ima blast it

my chicken scratch is like the claws on a dragon that's cracking the surface,
running ramped; stampin,
trying to collapse in the underground shelter you built for exactly this purpose
burning everyone alive around you that laughed at you for taking your wealth, and preparing yourself,
only the wise can make it through the fires of hell, a crafty guy that can survive by himself, with zombies outside,
the starving people wanting to eat you,
brother i beseech you, if you have any food for thought, could you share it with us?
we're hungry for knowledge and we thirst for righteousness,
so out of charity you grab the mic spit, hit them with the word of God and breathe life into them,

.. I say
.. straight serial killa' wit the hearts I've broken, carts i'm smokin' keep me high
as an eagles eye spottin' her..
she's part remote, for i've opened what's marked as closed
.. starts revoking any advancement to get the kitty I can't hit
for it's made up in her mind, baby just recline-give me the status
that you did in the past bitch..
I polish that pie for you.. this type talk gen-Z callin' maniacal
.. I call it regular shit, better I hit then dip then never I get
.. but, peep what I say in essence, see it within it's presence
for when them legs open I dig deeper than our connection
.. obsessive wit this love shit-ready to die over these emotions
.. sick is this mentality, kickin' straight reality.. open your perspective
for they lost and caught up-these hoe's stay closed with no direction
.. easy it may seem-I twist her words like that fucked up board game
.. but like mentioned-straight serial killa'
on one and off two imperial IPAs..
thinkin' of lyrics, drinkin' a spirit, chiefin-I burn weed
brain fucked, a walkin' dead man like weekend at Bernie's
.. infinite etiquette.. fuck a college course-give me some credit
chirpin' that dumb shit on what you done tho I did it so dead it
.. wicked this head gets-no pause for it's her lickin' fixed up on her knees
.. chicken headed dream, sleazy, quick to leave me greezy drippin' a disease
write a little more.. or end it with a free with these keys under pressure
shit the coldest, now witness dope shit-no charge like I needed a tester
.. like the first i'm chasin' a hit, real talk that's basically it..

Face it, legit Mastodon - 'cause the Matrix the glitch...
Still keep it basic, as if a tape was replaced, with a Disc.
The creationist when I'm making this 'ish
Trace the lineage to the stages in which I placed in the mix
Through phases, which is to say it's a waste of a diss
To go at somebody's head, when I can break 'em, to bits.
Many pages, they couldn't pay me, to nix.
I take it to a place that exists in places, eclipsed
By God-fearing men - that's an atheist's wish
The pain I inflict is as deranged as the pissed off
parents aiming the clips, in case the Casey Anthony case, is dismissed.
I know that was long ago...
When I think how the verdict was read...
I felt like the justice system got turned on its head...
Couldn't believe that I heard what was said...
A little kid don't deserve to be dead...
I wish that fucking bitch got murdered, instead.
Yet, here we are, in the worst timeline possible...
Can't make the past define my obstacles...
Rather trip over each one n' keep running, then stop...
Till I'm fumbling, got one of them off....
My leg, 'cause I'm stumbling a lot.
You motherfucker's have got to be kidding me...
Literally... dribbling little puddles of idiocy into bigger streams
of stupidity... sizable enough for Olympic swimming teams
It is thee' epitome of the biggest saliva rivers seen
In recent history... put your dunce hats on n' explore...
The wonders of why I don't want to be on, anymore.
If I'm going to be honest, I'm bored of all of it - the politics
Or y'all pompousness. An obvious cover for your misplaced cockiness.
Been popping 'ish since Netscape n' floppy discs
56k obsolesce, n' days to print your 6-page documents
That's why you're mad. I get it. Lil' dick energy.
Ironically crushing you, mentally. Pussy's a vague memory.
I hate Mondays. No shit, Sherlock. I'd hate it, too.
Strap a strap-on when you raid the womb... needle dick.
Fall inside of it - contraception, is meaningless.
Your penis is seen as an intravenous drip, bitches wouldn't even dream of it
Let alone worry. Is it inside of her yet?
The inside of her is dry and upset being denied from what it's been trying to get
Her vaginal wall is 'crying' with that kind of neglect..
Ironically crying's the only time it gets wet...
Ouch. That was below the belt... cut the breaker befo' you can phone, for help.
While you're home alone, you felt an uneasy feeling...
Creaking noises and silhouettes when you see the ceiling...
In the movies, it seems appealing...
Yet, in real life? No Jesus healing or rosary. Rose from the grave's upholstery.
With the bones of a slave... exposed and afraid...
In the hole for so many days
I opened the tolls so the roads can be paved
Back and forth between ending on weird bar counts naturally, like this so...
MY past is despite this growth... proportionate to my future tense...
Dream like state, but still awake, in a lucid sense.

Jim Crow laws, die in light of the noose defense...
To improve, you can use some sense
Too astute for you useless gents
Break the social barrier with cracks that web the platform...
If they die in character, there ain't no coming back for 'em.
You talk out the side of your lips, you're a buying a bundle...
Under 2.99, to enlist being exclusively subscribed, to these fists...
You're searching online for any sign you exist
It's enough to crush your pride into bits, by the time that it hits
Sitting outside the abyss...
Hearing faint cries for the lives that you missed...
I'm hear to remind you that this? Can't provide you a fix
It will, offer you an escape, though...
The allure of comfort is great, so, you let it take hold.
What's the going rate for an innate soul?
Paid dough for that shine to realize it's only fake gold
Dollar for dollar, scholar balling on a payroll
Gun to your face like Jules & Vincent, then 'case closed'
Mwah, kiss the ring. Lord Neptune.
Before text views, my demeanor could rip the decor off Dior restrooms.
Can't ignore me, pierce decibels with' these messages
When you step into this, your neck's gonna twist around on some Exorcist shit...
Get your bearings, straight... this is an artform...
Hit the mall for a raw off-the-wall form of parkour
A connoisseur, so, I want it pure.
Don't draw a word within the line, for sure. It is all a blur
A modern day Tupac Shakur & Philosopher
Popping up with the Mom and Pop shop allure, on your monitor
I have no interest in garnishing wages; that's the marketing phases
Rather jump out the open window than to see the carnage you're faced with
You had no part in this greatness
I'm more armed than El Mariachi with a guitar in his case n' a bar, full of vagrants
Give you a bizarre lil' face lift...
A scar on your face so large a Dermatologist could hardly erase it...
I don't operate in a world that is karma-adjacent
When some of your biggest stars are replaced with A.I bots, farming engagement...
Push the dead internet theory to a new height...
Flush it all down the drain and gain a new life...
Or, hear sirens blaring, as they're wailing your ride - tailing behind you...
The fuck do you know about tipping these scales? Because I do.
Robert Leone had a bad day, n' that's to put it, lightly.
Too advanced. I use these hands as a musical fusion dance
Strike like, a Ford plant in Michigan once it hits your chin.
A fisherman couldn't picture this hook I got, but it's 'sinking' in...
Ruminate on that for a sec..
Feel the crackling effect of a table hit the back of your neck... for your blatant lack of respect.
Dudley Boys... local territory, I'm wired up...
Shockwaves lift a firetruck high enough for the sky, to touch
I'm a crush lil' Petey, to spider-dust.
Rolling stones, like a diamond bust.
I was rhyming stuff back when Amanda Bynes was nuts.
Go manual, 'till I grind the clutch to some kind of dust
Then snort the line up my sinu-sus.
Slow it down. Let me try adjust for a second. See signs I must
Come to a stop...
With only seconds under the clock.
I certainly can't fumble the plot
Shoot for the rim, n' hit the backboard.
And I shot it from halfcourt; Could've got that being 6 meters and a half short
Isiah Thomas of the rap sport
8 balls and rails... plus a table of ashes...
I ain't playing, get your lame little ass kicked, over saying some rap shit.
I'll take that lil' iPhone that you paid for, n' smash it
'till the only thing left to salvage is the ribbon cable attachment...
Yeah, void your warranty... put it in water, n' submerge it 40 feet...
You'll be able to see that shit, from the coral reef.
You're exploring it, deep.
You're looking for it beneath the floor of the creek....
You feel euphoric relief. Before you can reach for it, it beeps.
For each war, there's peace for it, to cease.
Or see gore be poured, in the streets.
Leave de-formed from beneath the coroner's sheets...
Or be ordered to leave, see foreigners re-cording police
'fore they're de-ported, for each border they breach
Psycho spell. I'm nice as hell, dog. Might as well
Light an L' to celebrate my upbringing. Time will tell...
If I pick up, where my rivals fell.
Or keep going 'till I'm sitting, inside a cell.
See the side of my clientele, providing yield
Upon the land that you try so sell
Auto pilot, got me flying beside myself
Eyes will swell twice the size as they cry, for help
Priced so well in this climate that they despise my wealth
No higher than any of the ire that I have felt
You wanted beef, now you'll have to prepare it... Michelin chef...
Hell's kitchen, only minutes to prep the dinner baguettes...
Turn it up just in case you weren't listening, yet...
Pick up this wrench for you n' squeeze out every quarter-inch, of respect
That was passive, well, this is direct.
Better get your exec, 'cause this goes beyond any industry prep
Kid's still bitching, forget the looming physical threat
Visit whatever written address they've given for acting big on the net.

I say..
.. deep is the usual, seeps in the mind like creepin' when cruisin' thru
avenues, different streets when you used to use that shit..
not cheifin'.. that shit that leaves eyes leakin'-mind lose'n screws
.. seen her leanin' and lose her cool.. off that dog food shit
tho what she means to you's beautiful, sweet as the juicy fruit
you'd chew every week in that stupid school..
.. decay her body do, got you twisted as rubix cubes
for she's nonexistent.. fact is she's fiction and ruined you
...
.. type thoughts will confuse and not penetrate the mind
until you been there with ability to authenticate the vibe
.. so the pen leavin' a mark wit seasonal darkness
becomes therapeutic while some say even cathartic
.. I've reached in the tar pit pullin' skeletons deep as my arm pit
wishin' I never seen what my heart did..
.. but off that rap shit..
you know I'm mean as the artist keepin' an armed grip
right on his hip leavin' his target dead as his deviant hardships
so throw me a piece like shit just popped knowin' i'd reach
if breached contracts crossed leaving souls left cold in the streets..
.. for real, I shit stool for fun coward
I mean, dog.. that's a pit bull off gun powder
cuttin' the leash loose pressin' forth
.. true artistry knowin' less is more-it's a dog fight
.. don't hate I kick it cold mayne
place ya' bets like Mike Vic chase'n pitiful fame
watchin' two K9's go at it like outdated video games
.. I say it is what it is, make it look easy as it ain't bitch
I back words I put it together.. little need for validation
...

... Like I said I say
.. like I ain't notice you faggot guests checkin' the posts the dope headed hip hop addicts boast
.. too drunk for the night, funky delight, strippers cunts get sprung-I'm they type
.. well, I guess the ones who love love-they in trouble aye'?
stuck together them two words ain't a double take
it's a butter cake taste-fine as fuck no butter face
for she's fine-make you twist your neck with a double take
.. same rhyme-true-take this straight dick and fuck your face
.. on one once again.. too twisted-dude listen i'm true trippin'
saying absolutely nothing like dudes names in this same cypher
who stay hyper I choose not to loose lip rudimentary mention..
.. for I'm too nice
.. so who's hype as my rude type?
verse me the game hardcore-no option you lose life
best to be expecting gore
.. like said, less is more
like the cutest dressed most sexiest respected whore
one liner's I run by her-syke..
.. deep conversation-stimulating minds is expected more
.. see, i'm telling you shit
instead of irrelevant shit that never would get
any individual expected to ever get better at this..
.. are you stupid or just spiteful?
for what i'm doing is useful and insightful
.. not loser type shootin' semi rifles at clueless innocent students
inspired by satan for truths within the bible seem stupidly recycled
causing rage to these internet aged pussy made cluelessly entitled bitches ..
.. real talk

Man, I had some shit I was writing n' it didn't save...
Smack the shit out of a rapper, if he misbehaves...
Drool flying from his lips before he hits the floor...
The punch was modern, but the fall was out of a Nintendo 64.
Fuck 'em, nobody saving the kid...
I took a shit and clogged your toilet when I came to your crib.
Took it a step further, n' ate whatever you placed in your fridge
Then left the fridge door open so you'd have to pay for that shit....
No love lost for you...
Rock the Catholic cross I snatched off your crew; who you talking to?
Homie, metallic blade...
Knock it into the ground, around your place
The shockwave ruptures natural sound n' collapses surrounding states
The Best Man, even if I'm not in a marriage
I snatched your girl, while you talked to her parents
She bunny hopped in my carriage, as you were shopping, for karats.
I'm in lock step with the block, yep.
Certified Lochness. I'm simply rock this off of the top 'ish.
You're everything else, but you're not this.
Drop hits, break it down when I talk, raw, like it's not mixed.
Your bitch is a half breed, half black and half Japanese...
I will smack the bubble ass n' smash if she comes past my team...
No Vaseline. Ice cube down her stomach - watch the bitch quiver...
For a dollar, I know her 'bod is a 'six figure'
Six in the face, n' a 10 in the ass.
Fuck pretending to smash, I beat the pussy until it needs a medical staff.
Phillip Drummond, tell these kids I kill for nothing
Satisfied. But still, I'm hunting. Feel the steel; the will, can crush 'em.
What's the point in breaking them down?
When there's too much at stake for them to take on the crown?
There's just no mistaking it, now.
What a waste of a vowel, and everything for that matter...
Speaking of that matter, kill the noise with the rap chatter
Nothing but black data, bored, so I drop when I please...
They wanna offer me cheese, I'm talking some G's
For dropping these keys often, they need coffins released...
Then we'll make a deal, until that day?
I don't wanna hear what these cats say
Flat earth theories, leave that for Lord Jamar.
If they practiced before a bar, they wouldn't be in this war of ours, looking over charred.

I'm charred to fuck, was once a star stallion,
Now a burnt out fat ass, Kim Chardashian,
Ive bin far past n it aint hard to say,
How I celebrate being the dead horse they beat? Chardonnay?
I have em really thinkin there's nothing else left,
Yet have an XS like a fresh vest bought by a skinny dude incapable of 10 reps on a bench press, built like a robin red breast, at least one of them pecs,
Expect a massaman curry, greasy limey,
This shits like putting Pete the pikey in a one on one with a weedy, wirey, teeny tiny geezer likely to lose at arm wrestling to Keira Knightley,
I don't trust shy people, how's anyone stay coy,
When were a species that bears teeth to convey joy,
You ever wondered, what if a real angel drops, says "oi!,
The lord is real muhfuckaz, your God's names Roy"?
That would indeed surprise me n,
tryna find meaning would be life eating,
Thats a weird name for a divine being,
But also a scenario I wouldnt mind seeing,
Our father, in heaven, Roy be thy name,
Dunno I suppose it seems quite tame, b line lame,
Like owners of old donkeys working a seaside train,
I don't think people would wanna see light reign,
Not as if they're not already vying for hell,
Everything weaponised violently well,
They got hair raising states of mind n it tells,
They're so busy splitting hairs so we're unlikely to gel

Light up and L, smoke alarms go off inside of the church...
Know that I've been cursed...
Beat your ass, but tell you to eat your vitamins, first.
Shit was fire, now I'm igniting the hearse.
Smell of death was dire, n' required a nurse to try to disperse
The signs of dying. I'd be lying to say
I wouldn't catch a bullet if you fired this way
I am OK with sizing my prey
Got to cover your eyes in a way you can't see the amount of violence, displayed.
Don't want to talk about modern science,
Especially when I rhyme on the page...
Uh... see a fist aerial fly to your face
Air Traffic Control dispatching these hands
So it can have a safe passage, to land.
Don't got to practice, before you can manufacture a plan
I'm coming out like the Kraken,
N' smacking you with the back of a pan...
After it was on the burner...
Y'all can turn up if you want, I murder y'all with words, bruh.
Weaponize the English language like a foreigner talking....
Watch you hit the floor from a shot delivered to you, before you can stop it...
So, get on a forum n' talk shit...
May not know science, but my formula's toxic...
We can war, in a mosh pit.
Don't give a fuck, y'all worse than Mean Girls, forwarding gossip.
Dress to the occasion...looking for you, to pop shit...
Metaphors that explore the subconscious...
Was on boards back in 2004, before all this nonsense; recording, for content.
Uh... if the shoe fits you, bitch.
I place the rubber into those loose lips n' let the Velcro produce hits
Deuce deuce, this, is your new fix...
The new kicks is big enough to chop through bricks
Dude's trip when they see it, trying to a cop a few, which
Trickles down to the blueprints...
That new? Hasn't been new, since.
So, here's my two cents...
Chump change for when these chump's, change.
Punch that can stuff robust planes
Don't talk pussy; therefore, I can't understand what you cunt's saying...
My language is beat that ass syntax...
Too much fire, the engineer needs to have skin grafts.
Melt the speaker-box with these heatseeking thoughts...
No peacekeeper, watch.
Take a page out of Logan Paul's notebook, homie - we can box.
Pile the dead outside of the venue..
And I won't deny or pretend to lie for any violence against you.
Make you cry for every orifice I'm sliding this pen through...
Use that same pen to kill whoever tries to avenge you...
Whether it's your kid, that lil bitch can still catch the fade...
I mean shit, it's like a badge of honor for him, at that age...
Yeah, basket case completely detached from reality
When I smack his face with the impact of a Nascar lap, when raced..
Then after that yell out, "That's the brakes!"
Can't go back to redo past mistakes...
Shit, who knows that better than Pastor Mase?

Get your casket placed in the dirt if I'm lacking space
Catching flack if you have to chase your dream
Pull the seam from the fabric base...
Paper and pad encased in adamantium for your past mistakes
Wolverine in X class debates....
First class, shoot a verse past your nerd ass, deflates...
Not faster than your ego, though.
Keep it a secret, this is a need to know basis
See, my peak explodes and a river of blood shall fill the village...
Didn't have to be this way, OK? N' still, I pillage.
Animal Kingdom - you're facing off with some real gorillas.
Understand there's no reason for most of my inappropriateness...
But if I'm molding a diss...
Just know that any moment of this is like I'm holding an uncontrollable itch
To explode into bits...
Looking over you, so emotionless with
These eyes, homie. Like, die... slowly.
That's why the most high chose me.
You kid's sly, trying to generate views....
Death so common in this thread it will never make news.
Pull the thread n' watch the veil drop
to a lower diagnostic scale...
They'd rather concede than to see my inner thoughts, prevail.
But that's older than a prophet's tale.
They wanna talk about the concepts,
through a Jon Moxley hail
In other words, drop and fail. Deal with indignation...
Pulling their flesh from off the nails.
These dexterous thoughts are too lofty for these two rocking scales
To handle, I'm a libra, yes.
They can't even test.
Walk the animal kingdom, rocking a Zebra's vest.
Slaughtering your bloodline is the only way I can decompress.
Work my way through your family tree, n' just
Go on a killing spree.
Until I see some flesh. Natural laws...
Whatever you're rapping, I saw is close captioned
For those lacking the jaws to go at ya, this raw...
Perhaps it has something do with
fleeting passion not drawing reactions, at all...
Causing a ripple effect for every act that's involved...
To busying having your back to the wall and sipping lean...
Knock your pimp cup out of your hand... if you intervene
You'll come to, wondering if you're still battling in a dream...
Been a fiend for as long as I've belonged to the winning team
Said it's Cypher Alum'... yeah, the New World Order might've begun...
Tell Hollywood Hogan, I'd rather die then become
A hollow husk of fighting for a legacy that I realize has been shun...

& if they dont have MY Funds?
...This Black mask & gun?
....I grab & run like Athletes Specialized with Jav-e-luns(Javelins)
But no lazer guided anti tank Missles coming at you
I bring a thousand stabs wounds like skin Under tattoos
Them foos be Lyon...... Straight Thundercat Dudes
I got mental problems...
Since a kid, Been on some wicked shidd.. never sat down to solve'em..
Trap a Mouse & carve'em..
Momma said toss it in trash caaaans..
I'd Sneak to the bathroom & Sharpened Pencils get to stabban..
Call me the Gentle Madman.. Drop Quotes on my Victims....
Like John Madden comments every broken intermission!
I Open/Close the Mission.. Like Navy seals & FBI,
so when I SWAT in your Spot, just hope you Still be left Alive
This Ameri-caaa!
But I'll Scream "Allah ahuakbahhh"..
Make witness's think It was Muslims that grabbed you as you walk By..
Cant have No Chalk lines... No Good byes, No bad funerals..
No Wakes for familys to take one last View of you..
Disconnect you from your root...
Word..... that Blue & Tooth!

yo, blue n tooth, either these mother fuckin blues are dupes,
or I'm staring at the ceiling with a view to snooze cuz my benzo tolerance is through the roof,
I'm about to write some stuff, whoopdy doo
I reversed a Netanyahu speech in Fruity Loops & discovered where the Jewish troops have moved their nukes,
I tried another software, wasn't as smooth to use, so I shot down Reaper like Houthis do,
I wonder if my styles dated, if something new is due,
But my slant on rhymes age better than lucy liu,
I'll catch ya driving, spin round n waste ya like hula hoops,
and turn ya family sedan into a roofless coupe,
Probs won't believe I'm a ruthless dude, til I turn up on a 50cc scooter nude, kick ya front door till the screws are loose, walk in, head for the computer room & apply super glue to your rubiks cube,
I'll concede that might seem stupid too,
It might be ugly, but fuck it, like moonlit poon,
You stay boning old women with droopy boobs,
Your last hit in the 90s like the looney tunes movie crew

.. back at it, yet once again
.. chucked the pen thru windows an' stuck a kids fuckin' wig
.. holy hateful.. shut the window but peeped like nosey neighbors
sirens, ambulance drove away so I know i'm straight..
.. tho I opened later-the obituary in local papers
got me to think joy again for blunt force-na
.. cope'n thru my sins.. opened it again
can't be true.. ink poisoning let me know how dope i'm with the pen
.. see I put it together nice, have you look at the weather twice
rain to sunshine, cold to forever ice leave you shook for the meta's mine
.. slant rhymes ARE rhymes, listen-my mouth
knows what's good-if you don't get it then bounce
no fuckin' hate'n-i'm not into that essence
for pronunciation keeps listeners guessing
.. take another sip, spend grip for you can't take it in the end
paper to the pen.. savor what I send, majorly offend
then get locked up-now imagine having paper in the pen
for you'd rather save instead of spend
in a world that don't care if you wake ever again..
.. it's literally nothing to me, I shit on your comforter-leave
then try me and deny I was ever up in the sheets
when you literally have 4k coverage that seen it..
posted it with social media all up in the scene
still a middle finger up to you dweebs
blaming AI for the lame lies..
.. this is a rambling fest within a planet of incest
for it's true.. explain to me how we managed to progress
from two humans in a garden damned yet to be blessed
as if satanically invested is wrong..
for who the fuck is right..

https://youtu.be/FBL1q4h_iyE?si=89COMQfKjINX06kx

I do mean to offend you..
FUCK EGYPT
It's TAWI, that's Ancient Kemet
I rep the Kemtu..
You don't know because it's systemic the mockery
They know damn well Egyptians was black as fuck
Go ask Socrates
He wrote about it in depth and so did other scholars
Under the rug it's swept
In an attempt to hug some dollars
To funnel to ka-ma-la instead of ka-mala
Voices of hate? Great
Cuz hit dogs holla
Now Kemet means black land
Kemtu is the black man
It's a lie to say we didn't identify back then
What you've learned about it is European reactions
Retractions, redactions refracting
The truth comes to light once you start asking cuz
The answer becomes well what happened was
Gate keepers to history
Where they know damn near everything
Yet the simplest things are mysteries?
Refusing to say the truth
While cloning a sabertooth
I'm not here to play with you
I'm here to save the youth
Then drive away in a coup
Trunk bumping like I'm Rae Carruth
Some of the things I say are uncouth
But dope
In hopes of advancing my quotes
Pay close, attention to what I'm saying
Everything is pagan if it's not Caucasian
Google "neopagan"
Then Google "Kemetic"
Even the AI is trained to lie
It's pathetic
Reimagines or restore?
So even the AI can't be sure
So I recourse and follow thee source
And recognize who's not for the people like 50 cent in Shreveport

-iLL

Those were some deep Lyrics he brought.....
Imma have to Meditate.. Focus.. & roll up some Weed for it
Get a pen & Pad & jot down Notes, as I read more
Gotta remain Solid under pressure.. like the Sea floor
I failed at the Straight & Narrow path.. took a Detour
I beat doors until they opened.. Fuck I need a Key for?
life put me through some Up & Downs, Its a Seesaw
So next time I think I'll touch the ground, I'mma Leap off
& Fly away..
I Soar above emcee retorts at 5 times the rate
They drop 2 Cents & Weak thoughts, but need Dime a Day
When Metatron hits the Keyboards, you gotta find ESC-ape
You'll never know what side he Be on, like the Line is grey