Keystyle Cypher!

What, you had to hide behind an alias to drop that shit?
We the opposite, you sketchy, this body here, is a composite.
Stomp em' in the ground, then yell out "Compton, bitch"
Cause it's obvious our work ethic is different, I'm off where the corner office is.
Telling your bosses how it goes... my accolades on display
While you got 2 posts to go off, and both of them equally played..
Thought you were the bomb until you seen the grenades...
You walk out in the sun, but you leave in the shade...
Each bar is like a scene from The Raid..
Word... there's levels to this, so acclimate.
You're light as a feather... you'd likely never
match up to what I'm writing. Whatever...
Weak shit you're pulling behind the scenes? I ain't wit'
that 'Dummy' shit - it's a wrap, you can pull my condom off of your Mummy's lips.
Each pun affixed to a bar, eclipsing you...
but shit isn't hard... Capone shit, put Enemy No 1
in a hole, quick, then hit the cigar...
Smooth Operator - where's your machinery, Virb?
Your shit is see through, I don't need to observe
Tell you're a bitch, just by reading each word.
Did you seriously think you're compared to this ink?
I got your address,
but there's no 'link'... after the kill...
You're lacking tactical skill to combat me, f'real.
Your classes all feel out of place - this is a faculty drill...
Your shit is sweet, this battle's a sure fire way to get your cavities, filled.
Yeah, you've fulfilled ya obligation to be the sheep that I kill...
But that's cutting room floor shit - it won't be seen in the film...
I mean it, until proven otherwise? I'm top dog. Everyone else will get knocked off.
I got the keys, but...
You leaving here wit' a 'locked' jaw...
And an open wound... plus everything else of yours
will get 'broke', in two. Mum's the word, ironically yours was screaming, once I poked 'er womb...
Uh, n' she plopped you out... disgraceful...
24 in this bitch, he getting hits by the 'case' load...
I seen his body of work, 2 posts... but where the waist go?
Torture rack his body - when it's done, he'll have to chase both...

Yeah... and we'll leave it at that...
Steady mopping up the places I've been repeatedly at...
So much so, I don't need me a map...
They just see, and react... Tony Atlas.
The world on my back, for you phony actors.
All-star game, but no one practice.
A deity that people respect... no need to reflect...
My keys are in check...
Reddit page, even the feed is direct.
Bees at their neck... tell 'em to disengage...
their moment of history, is a missing page..
The pyrotechnics go off, once I hit the stage...
Don't dial it in, the Leviathan.
A giant, look at Goliath's grin.
Charlie Chaplin, but there ain't no scene that I'm silent in.
The Dictator - cease and desist.
So many keys in this bitch, doors just open, now.
Steady putting my focus, down.
A king fights for his nation, a hero for everyone
But there's still fear to approach the crown.
Yeah... spitfire.
Don't get yourself caught in the tripwire.
I'm just here for pushing my shit, higher.
Listen and learn, I'm visceral, burn
The empire to crisps. It's affirmed...
I own estate in the shit that you yearn...
Every word a testament of decisions I've made...
Birth life, let it live on the page...
Gun violence, putting kids in their graves...
A generation at odds with the time..
Chapters from the story, let the novelist, rhyme...
Witnessing creation fall, by design.
Y'all wanna whine, but it's deuces...
The truth is, soul no longer exists in the music...
Industry pundits... you're now the sole proprietor of your destiny...
The only thing that perplexes me's complexity.
Juxtaposing your beliefs on a system built on a perception...
Where's the direction?
My lyrics here, are like an air of reflection.
An adage you're close enough by, to hear it's expression.
Taught to you. Voices palpable. People, affable.

Cypher alumni general? That shit is very suitable,
Since your ‘last post’ was played out, this a military funeral.

Said he can “see through” this body? easy fam,
My lines expose shit, you think CT’s can? [CT scan?]

Please, what makes you think you could beat me?
I’m a Brit, so of course I’m going in to CT. [see tea.]

I read your post, like, what a chore, too long for sure...
But in terms of actual content, it’s a shame there wasn’t more.
Yeah “there’s levels to this” shit. you got a lot of flaws.
You “got the keys”? I came and blocked the doors.
You only diss my shit because you’re jealous that it wasn’t yours,
But I’mma teach Celph Taut a lesson, like, it seems we’ve got a common cause.

Fine. your lines all lack connection...
So whoever says ‘Celph owns’ will get a bad reception.

Yeah I’ve only got two posts, that’s a point it’s fine to make,
But nine thousand posts... hmm. that’s a stat I might debate.
How you Celph Taut if you still can’t rise to great or even right mistakes?
Nine thousand posts? that’s a whole lot of time to waste;
So much invested in this, now it’s like the guy’s whole life’s at stake.
Doesn’t mean that he’s sick just coz Celph isolates.
And just coz Celph isolates, don’t mean he’s reached a viral state.

I’m just sayin’.
Nah, for real, it’s all peace. I’m just playin’.

Ugh... unique style, you can tell I'm selfish.
Cause my shit will always be mine... your template? Belongs to everybody else's.
Old flips, I've noticed you ain't creative, at all...
Ringing it in, but nobody making the call...
But here's the situation, you're soft - it's evident...
Juror's say it's open n' shut...
Refracted lens, you focus for what?
Project your insecurities through every prose you give up... bare bones,
you won't go in the cut...
It's over, enough, you loner. What's up?
Cypher Alumni - 'em soldiers construct...
the very basis you built your foundation on, before exposing your bluff.
But hide, Virb. My word is that you is sweet...
The smarts in your grammar don't make up for what you lack in the street...
Oh, you using CT scan lines? That's actually neat. -_-
Let's all have a moment of silence for the time he thought that was unique.
Nah... I ain't wit' the cheese you selling.
Break you down, to the core... you may got an aura of confidence
But, how you for sure? Tell this clown, this a war.
You thought you was king, but nobody here's gonna crown your allure.
You're out of your element, now or before
Your star came crashing down, to this forum...
Wow, you are boring, it's clear... abhorrent, fear the reapers scythe.
Close casket - Pitch Black; he'll need Riddick's vision to see the light...
See 'em rights... they ain't conservative, neither.
I'll son your approach..
Stomach grumbling, tho - I can tell you ain't hungry, for show.
My plate's full... your plate breaking under the pressure
you're taking, so this full course meal'll have you wait for more...
Yeah... sink or swim in a pool of sharks...
Die a death with a foolish heart - you can choose your part.
Too illusive, I'm sleeping on dude, it'll start
his mission to be 'woke', but my keystroke is like 'lucid art'.
What the mean, tho? There's no mystery, here...
He's going for broke... not exactly, his anxiety got 'em 'crippled', in fear.
Yeah... shout out to the anon's...
No matter how much you try to hide, you're still an easy shot to prey on.
Marks on every corner - shit's like Canadian business...
Leave 'em maimed on the fences... he a private, till his pussy gets slayed in the trenches.

Those were some basic bars, only one confusing part:
Did this guy really just try to describe his lines as “lucid art”?
Was that some intro shit? what, you waiting til the music starts?
I’ve clearly struck a chord, pulling Taut strings like an acoustic harp.

If I’ve got an “aura of confidence” then it’s borne of the dominance.
Sure I adore all the compliments, but don’t go thinking I sought your acknowledgement.

If Celph had any true sense of self he would self censor.
It’s a “selfish” approach but my scope’s got Celph centred.

I’ll put Celph in a box... wait, that’s the wrong thought,
I mean, I’m just flexing; I ain’t here to con Taut.

You barely ever diss a point, you just disappoint.
I’ll split Celph in three. word to Sigmund Freud.
I tried giving you props, but it’s hard, son,
Celph should be dynamic, and that’s word to Carl Jung.

Plus... fuck “the jurors”, I’m the judge in hell’s court.
You “sweet” as cake, should change your name to Celph Torte.

Celph Centered lines - Geez, haven't heard THAT before. *rolls eyes*
Name plays so whack that you're excess is coming back, for more.
You a 'Mac', 'till I tear at your 'core'...
You lack allure, Virb... bitch, you wouldn't 'spring on me', with a 'mattress board'...
All 'em corny lines, I heard 40 times...
You really flexing, Virb? ...dog, even 'Urban Dictionary's' more 'defined'
Nigga, I'm mortified...
You winning this? Me or you, I'll let the board decide.
Open the chat box... *click* - then put his corpse, inside...
[HANH] Who the fuck lied n' said he's a threat?
Eyes Wide Shut, it's a movie - but he ain't seeing me, yet...
You need a pass before you speak wit' us vets...
Cause yes, I've been reading your best... your application's been denied, bitch - we ain't impressed!
Get your ole '4 posts' having... fucking rancid...
I gave 'em a couple chances, Virb wouldn't fucking 'bus', on a public transit...
let alone a key... thinking he credible,
you'll never know a G. I'm better, hoe... Your record goes: 0 and 3...
I'm here like, "That looks like a K.O, to me"
You know Einstein? Good. Cause you ain't no "M.C"!
Cornball, dropping Sigmund - n' he boring as shit...
Expose 'Virb to the Truth', give new meaning to Freudian Slip'...
This boy's a bitch, let's be honest ... all ya man's noticed...
So if I'm being real, Virb. this verse? Is slightly trans-phobic..
You wasn't fucking wit' me when you only had a post to your name...
Nor are you fucking wit me at 4 - Virb, I'll still roast you the same...
All your folks can complain all the want while exposing your game...
It comes with the 'territory', n' your exile's 'frozen terrain'...
Homie, you're lame. That's just the facts... heavyweight crush 'em, flat...
lines like the Kremlin', once they drop? he keeps Russian back..
Yeah, fuck this cat... hang 'em up to dry...
You ain't as tough as I, everything they said about you, has been a fucking lie.
Fortunately, for me, I will keep 'em in check...
Marty Jannetty Virb through a mirror like, "You need to reflect"...
Then I scar your ass with a shard of glass
This is a dumpster fire, your bars are trash.
Run a point through this student's body, like Harvard grads...
Uh, education is key...
Take it from me, those are the doors Virb would have to break in, to see.
We ain't adjacent, believe, we know you are as fake as can be.
Face it, my keys have been the oxygen you've been taking, to breathe...
In other words, you'd falter, dog. You ain't polyin'...
Your verse looks like the perfect space to place your body in.

That's what celph is gonna place your body in,
somethin fishy bout virbius, that's a plaice you're bodyin,
you play cod, n stink, plus I kinda fux with celph,
so for all that 'celph' conception you can fuck yaself,
I'm something else, I'm beheading my time at the neck with a knife like terrorists begging a hype,
I've just poked myself in the eye while I was setting the sight on the weapon that ruined John F Kennedy's night cuz I get sentimental taking a presidents life and Donald Trump's upset the wrong Mexican guys,
The repercussions don't phase me I'm ready to die, I know what to expect when it's time, I've loaded up n smoked D.M in a pipe, I missed-a-T cuz my ear ring but don't need feathers to fly

Celph...

“Harvard graduate”? huh, that’s a strange claim;
I studied shit in Britain where we’re always getting grey days. [grade As.]
So you’re a graduate, but if you taut yourcelph I ain’t phased.
An emperor, I’ll finish with a grad like “Russian” place names.

You always write your basic template verses in the same ways.
‘Random rant - movie title - filler’s how you maintain.
We’ve gone back and forth a couple legs. your style’s stayed lame.
I “couldn’t bus on public transit”? damn, it’s pretty clear you ain’t trained.

Same mistakes again; you brought up “Eyes Wide Shut” because your hindsight’s fucked.
Please... I’ve already turned a blind eye once.

You don’t like my name flips? someone already tried that?
...You put the ‘ought to die’ into ‘autodidact’.

Your name might suit an anarchist, at least a youthful maverick,
Not some aged... Canadian... computer satirist.
You’re the type of guy who I would usually refuse to battle with.
I “ain’t gotta pass” ...all the players too afraid to move through and tackle this.
“The Kremlin”? you put up walls but still you can’t withstand the brutal battering.
“The Kremlin”: I tear it down to make some space and pave the way for future passages.

Ah, I'm the guy he refused to battle with... I know that's lie...
Considering that I've shitted on you, in this cypher thread, so many times...
So, hypocrisy there... you're obsessed, this is my realm... get use to it...
Dude's legit the only person harping on keys that I have abused him with..
Here's a solution: quit. If you were cut out for this, Virb?
You would've no doubt have observed your ever diminishing clout, with each word.
But, ya know. I'm not surprised... facts elude you, entirely.
Never mind a key... you're battling your ego - how are you trying me?
Squeeze the life out of Virb, n' have Bag put hands to his neck
Till he slips from reality n' wakes up in the next - call it the 'Mandela' effect.
Virb, you ain't have the answer n days, bitch. How you correct?
I wouldn't even be able to build an ant hill, out your respect...
You a challenge? You've been slipping, n' I figured
that you would lose your balance... King of the shit, I shit n' your useless chalice.
I encourage dudes with talent... suffice to say, you should to hang it up...
Kremlin - you're all walls. No doors, son. You banging what?
Pfft... talm' bout my name... sheesh... I know you ain't baiting me.
You talk about my name, when you've yet to diss it, creatively.
Steady using my concepts to build your weak ass facade...
Believe in a god who gives your followers a reason to even applaud...
It's hopeless for you... Not only is it hopeless, you're emotional, too.
Steady stalking for my drop, then you go into view...
Reality is, you're nobody new... navigating the muddy waters
of your trajectory to realize that your boat, is askew.
Talm' bout my template... your 4 bar couplet, is predictable...
As everything that you've written, so.. who really here, is the imbecile?
And yeah, I'm Canadian, wow, what a guess...
Location says it all, plus satirist - I'm equally impressed.
I mean it, unless you're talking players... only tackling
happening is the grip on those weak ass puns you've been trafficking.
Red light, though. Set this head ablaze, word to Mass Effect
They call the man Virb.. but, I ain't see any action, yet.
Man, must feel good to hide behind an alias, n' talk big...
Head-plant the concrete - leave nothing there, but his chopped wig.
As the Sisters of Fate would it, you are type A dramatic.
Couldn't paint the picture, in here. It's clear, though, I'll make it graphic.

I rate Canadian rap, from Halifax classics to the Guelph sort.
You should’ve learned from your culture, but instead you’re Celph Taut.

He claims he’s self taught? If that’s in his perspective, truth, then that shit’s effective proof that he disrespects his roots.
No inspiration taken in the kid’s neglected youth? MF DOOM never interested you? Not Celph Titled, and his respective crew?
Check this shit and see what intellect can do: the scene’s a web of inspiration which we’re in connection through; for everyone who influenced me, there’s one I’m influential to...

Enter... Bag Mandela. as your backup. guess you’re finally saved.
This the Mandela Foundation? I ain’t fighting no aides.

How could you possibly brag without a #comedy tag?
Your content’s shit; you’ll take a loss to me Bag. [colostomy bag.]

Yo, here’s the sentence where I reference an irrelevant movie,
Since you’re moved by C’s breeze and you mentioned it duly:
I’ll shoot Bag like Ricky in American Beauty,
Coz your shit’s mundane, plus the memories suit me.

Mannn, your content is dwindling, dog. You're losing your steam...
The result of a verse that looks like it has used too many memes to influence its schemes...
Self taut; can still be influenced, you see...
It's rudimentary for you to be teach, when you're really, still, a student, to me.
This is the usual, please...
Moving these keys in a way you feel you need to use this outlet as a means for your congruent beliefs...
Whether V's for Vendetta, or for Vagina... you're luke warm...
the quantum orchestra - feel this chorus behind ya...
To keep your metronome, since you're no more than 'A minor'...
- to me, designed your beliefs within a lament principle...
You write in your speech...
Attempting to dethrone the same principles you try to beseech.
Nah... I mean, it's laughable - you know the role.
Goes to show, it ain't as high up as you think it is, on your totem pole.
What... 'em flips are cute? I think not...
You ain't seeing Virb's cocoon break in my inkblots...
On the contrary, you're an historian, now?
Your story is, as deplorable
as this forum's been... I assure you, there's no 'net' you've been scoring in.
All you accolades dormant, n' cease to exist...
But the signs are there. Don't think you'll skate off ya name, just 'cause you've been ignoring it..
The Hills Have Eyes... and the walls have ears...
So, if that's the case, then... why are you still here?
Your senses have been tricked, either that can explain it...
I'd do a flip, but it's hard to pull one off, when you're actually nameless..
You're lacking an aim, it's...
Laughable, that you are acting the same, when...
Your trajectory still tilts downwards... even AFTER it changes...
Look... your grammar is good... but that's pretty much it.
If I didn't shine the light on you, you wouldn't even exist...
Poof... a figment... it'a foregone conclusion, you missed...
The truth of it's, this... The forum's Stuck In Between, but it's you, on The Fritz...

Yeah, they ain't trying to do a second go...
It's a long descent to the bottom tier, when they step below...
It ain't question, here, who's been flexing, though.
Lex Wheeler. The set stealer.
The text - you're feeling upset, will ya stfu and let the don do it?
It goes beyond music. I am a conduit
Expressing danger. Remove the ambience from your echo chamber
and strip your reverence, bare.
The Revenant, yeah. It's evident, here, they talk -
show up, late night, n' have 'em see I'm on Letterman's tier.
Oh. OG Mudbone, they're faking the shot.
The same cadence as Greg Kading finding evidence, related to Pac.
The words hit their soul like the Blues, whether they hate it, or not.
Because it's been in the game, I'm the top. My disdain, for the lame's
who hide behind their names, than fade from our thoughts
- just as quickly. They must have history
Being anonymous, now. The problem's how
There's no homage before dawning their style.
The God is around, and forthcoming...
Feel their force, plummet... Harrison Ford; The First Order.
the court's summoned.
A court summons, I'm regulating... how do it do?
Been rocking since 2002.
That's how long I've been down with the crew.
I'm proud of it, too.
The framework has been laid out, in their view.
There's no denying it, now. So..
It's only right they're shown the light. Feeling cold, despite the hot coals laid out on the road, of life.
See the fork in the road,
Hazard lights, flicking away...
And the direction of the vehicle, that is sitting astray.
It's the vision, at its most absolute.
That's the truth. The forgotten picture, the sister could put a caption to.
But, that's nothing to the brick wall that they crashed into.
Nor the casualties the survivor doesn't have a reaction to.

I'm chargin cat's that wanna shoot a dude with some help ,
Beatin Kaid? You'll have a harder time tryin to bury ya self ,
Forget rhymes - my hat is eatin these MC's cuz I'm stylish ,
I run wit a greasy squad throwin slugs if you try us ,
I see victory , I'mma pretty dude worth a million dollars ,
Untill I fall from gravity on earth with my cousin Thomas ,
I'mma master with joust moves like a foot ball player ,
I'm gunnin grabbin the Tech 9 "out the gates" just to slay ya ,
My wins wit the raps tries cat's mentals when they think ,
I beef like comic book hero's wit villians in full strength

Fine. now I’m on to the next weird hater...
When I deck Kaid he’ll wake up, like, ten years later.

This is for Soar: I foresaw you’d force awe, what you sore for? I’ll turn your traphouse to that outta Saw 4,
But more raw. I’ll ‘par Kaid’, like it’s ‘parqueted’, how you layered your flaws.
This is war, Soar... like, it’s Warsaw... wait about,
That means when I’m riding with my Poles it ain’t “a joust”.

Your name’s ‘Soar’, as in ‘fly’? why aren’t your bars aimed higher?
That Canadian’s rock, but, uh, are Kaid’s fire? [Arcade Fire?]
...’Wake Up’.

There’s an issue with this phoney’s depiction, and it don’t need description;
He “beefs like comic book heroes”... meaning... only in fiction.
Ain’t Bruce Wayne, but afraid to expose his position.
This some Kingpin shit, and that ain’t my only conviction;
His script’s got me thinking Doctor Strange wrote his prescription,
And it hardly takes Doctor Manhattan to post a prediction.

Yo, I got a spork aimed at Soar Kaid, sharp as a Norse blade;
When shit gets light I’ll strike like a dawn raid.
Or something.

I'll give virb a burnin like a fallin star on his vertibre ,
Virb has more trash than the milky way never mind that ,
just turn the page ,
I'mma giant in rap weigh'n my words is heavy work and still ,
I'll destroy Virb under the pressure of metal like every perp I kill ,
My verbal will over ya rhymes killin every one of virb's spits ,
Word Play like a boss with the crown of Jesus inside of ya midst ,
Dude I'm too fit , your apollo creed , I'mma god wit muscles in my fist ,
Choppin at ya soul wit energy , “Texas Hold” virb with the Ace of the enemy ,
Please , I’m dauntless with the power of matter and that monster synergy ,
You against me? I doubt an angel or a devil could conceive the reality ,
Cuz I'mma deity , your infantile attempts is far fetched tryin to battle me ,
I cause casualties , when my tech over shadows the field I drain it like a battery ,
Your skills are weak , I walk on ya style ridicule'n ya boldness wantin to get at me

Ha...

Kids are thinking that I ain't the see the sleight...
The wind beneath their wings in order for them to take flight...
Not a lot of wrongs you make right, but this is the exception...
The ideology when the answer doesn't fit in wit' the question, so...
As logic would dictate - they try to test it, though.
Even if the message is encrypted, the bitch is in their 'genetic code'...
Tell renegade, his outward doctrine, has been boxed in...
Doxing all private affairs, now - the board is watching...
If you're a fan of Adventure Time, it's in your best interest to explore your options
Pandemic endeavor, it's never wise to ignore precautions...
Your template is predated, so miss me with the boring nonsense
All that your euphoria, parses your passage way
- relaxed, I say it's A.I that has formed your conscious.
I know, that's out there, right?
Real punches hit their face, make 'em doubt their life.
Chasing clout here, like... they're tripping over their own feet...
It's so sweet, I ain't have a challenge, here, in a whole week.
Damn... ain't that some shit...
Flat-earth believers needing something to flip their axis, with.
Yeah, it's with the doctor, prescribed...
They ain't talking to 'I'. Dunder Mifflin; increasing demand, off of supply (office supply)
But I'm not gonna lie...
I walk over their doctrines, until their confidence dies
And they realize, they're viewing the world through Ex Machina's eyes.
The plot stops here... they're gassing up, but no oil...
Set their fever bitch of reality, to a 'slow boil'....
Yeah... they want the fire, but they're making it up...
One in the chamber, but the recoil from their lies, are devastating enough
The gatekeeper; certified.
They ain't making the cut...
Need Polysporin aid, 'n the luck of the Irish, to say what they want.

I'm like Neo Sporin cuz I'mma brand name in ya crib ,
If you got Corona you'll also need jesus and hydrochloroquine ,
Guess what? Kaid in ya face like music and germs ,
I'm like Mike Jackson cuz my camera net "traffic" on "swerve" ,
My raps hit like slugs , dangerous when I'm handed "macks" ,
cuz when I "chop" I turn dudes into "beef sandwich" packs ,
I spit flows that crazy people avoid cuz they wire their brains ,
My mouth is smokin like a ninja on weed inside of the game ,(mortal kombat smoke the ninja)
Yellow canaries on my wrist posted , both beauty's are hidden ,
Until you catch it on the internet and Soar Kaid's with em ,
You can see me dig'n ghosts in seattle or doors on a lambo ,
I'm out with a gram and a dream in the streets of Francisco ,
Rappin against kaid aint simple like walkin on a platform ,
You have to win by a massive decision on a stat form

Slaying all of these pussies, until their cats, mourn...
Shitting on spectators, you'd think they're filming a scat porn...
I'm back, Bourne. Tell 'em Operation Treadstone's, a go...
And I'm letting 'em know... they are fucking with a cat, in a seminal role...
The odds stacked in my favor, cripes...
Emblazoned stripes on the hammer, I'm raising rights...
Opposite of Stephen LeDrew...
Amazing heights... I'm seeing a view, they can only imagine.
Hunger strikes like Kimbo, on the sreets, but so does the famine...
Said the right hand is akin to unloading a cannon...
Forward, no plan other than to murder your only companion.
If you die, it's expected. Super fly,
like Seth Brundle. That net mumble? I kill it n' leave the new era of vets, humble.
Yeah. Imagine being able to be drawn out,
but also composed? Dropping knowledge through no fault of your own?
Fuck social stigma, y'all of indoctrinated a cult full of clones
Who perpetuate the black businessman stereotype through malt, and Patron...
the silver lining, I will define it.
Feel a vibe n' still decide the skill that I can wield, can kill the climate. Or vilify it.
I'm still a riot, it's a cold case.
Running the casino, behind the doors, but I'm no Ace.
I simplified it, with no trace. Look at the blueprint - it's been tampered with.
Use verbal restoration, then look at me as the anarchist, nah.
That'a a straw man's fallacy that you wish to endure...
The solstices of reality elude you, if your inhibitions, are pure...
See through the smoke screen, and into a blur...
Seeking out a wisdom in a self illusion, feels like a work of fiction, for sure.
The epitome of a dark storm, forming....
The divorce of your intuition, absorbing.
Then out of you, your volition, lays dormant...
The same courses and exercises that they use, in the trained forces...
Yeah... body and mind, a decline
of self worth, tumultuous relationships with yourself, so you talk terse...
A fear of being descriptive, a fear of being enlisted...
A fear of seeing the system for what it is, so you don't listen...
The fear of speaking up, has your own values, imprisoned...
A fear of being truthful, and coming to your own decisions
A fear of being fruitful, and knowing what you're missing
A fear of the familial institute, so you keep your distance...
A fear of the world leaders and politicians...
culminating into the prospect of your own social existence...
But then, back to course they set out of you...
4 walls and no doors - it's still a house to you.

You smart when ya thoughts come straight from god ,
Dumb cat's aint on it when the devil comes as allah ,
I'm bright as a brain that can see the world path ,
that's diligent without the Satanism or the U.N wrath ,
But I'm nasty with my brain when I open the box ,
My eyes makes me see the truth outlined in the chalk ,
I'm Midas spittin raps in a verse with these dudes ,
I'll destroy ya mind that damages you like a fuse ,
Ya attitude is "shoot em" like a stubborn "peace keeper" ,
You stand with a gun but fail to maintain your freedom ,
Cat's is gung ho in their mentals buyin anything believable ,
Their suspect like a idiot that believes everything conceivable ,
My body is built to fly like a bird but I sigh its absurd ,
If I float in my passion for life , then no lesson learned

Never learn your lesson, but still learn your lesson wasn't learned, its no less of a lesson learning there was lesser knowledge learned,
I learned a lifelong lesson lately dude,
Staples; not classed as a staple food,
The pains real, don't eat them, take appropriate measures,
But if you do, then eat some paper & you'll hold it together,
Soar Kaid, I haven't forgotten you still owe me a tenner,
That you spent on a shirt that said "My little pony forever",
I prefer ninja turtles I run the fan club, post me a letter, that shit'll go in the shredder, you know the agenda, I'll crane my dick out my pants, bend your girl over her dresser, and give her 30 solid seconds of gold to remember,
That's how I keep fitness, I want all the smoke you came with green rizzlas, I'm a self taught student of economics, I'm in a class of my own & I mean business,
Sweet baby Jesus the devil's back,
I've got a 3 acre penis and a 7 pack,
Get spun for nothing it's a green space between the red and black,
You'll get marked out then disappear a week later like a henna tat, that's the end of that, you've got covid 69 from sex with bats,
Doing shit like that isn't gonna help you go far, I was gonna do a joke about bats but I can't see it working, so nah

When you in the hood never waste time wit ya homies ,
cuz the crimes callin gettin you'll stuck wit ya cronies ,
I know how the hood works inside of the alley ways ,
you'll end up in the grave by homicide dyin by strays ,
But Mandela is another , I'll hit his bae and my cigs ,
Bangin like kids in 12th grade then we started watchin a flick ,
When I was hittin I swear my tounge was in that vagina slayin ,
Kama Sutra , that stuff was rockin like “Kim K’s” so I “taped it” , (Kim Kardashian)
Enough of ya bae , I had better awkward times in the crib ,
shine'n my hallow tips and gettin comfortable so I can live

I'm gamed up , this heathens smart against the bounty hunters ,
Ready to fight the rich with a swole mind as a intelligent gunner ,
I’m killin enemies that think with their third eye like wonder ,
A student of the game wit smart techs flashin illusions like thunder ,
Dudes watch my goals lay under god dusty cuz no ones greater ,
I’m swave as a pimp wit a gun , ghetto disposition is my behavior ,
The codes in my brain putting a mental noose over my foes ,
They see the ring comin to foul their day and raise their souls ,
You know I rock hard wit gems that even scientists would wear ,
This man shoots and punctures ya corny jams you are not prepared ,
My role to slay knockin out the cat above is done for fun ,
Or to be hood slayin them on a song rhymin like the chosen one

You’re only harming yourself here with your dumb approach:
You said you’re “knocking out the cat above”... but in a double post.
Social distancing: he thinks he’s sick but he ain’t coming close;
Nah I ain’t got a “third eye” bitch, that’s a fucking scope.

You’re not a “pimp with a gun”, you’re a wimp with a pun, in fact,
You’re way off, and just showing yourself up... that’s a muzzle flash?

Soar Kaid’s ordained? you refer to “god” in every verse you drop;
Thanks for the props, but I’d prefer you’d not.

Nah, I’m only “raising souls” which the devil recruited.
My battle raps... cataphracts; I’m heavily suited.
The feud’ll [feudal] show I own all that this peasant produces,
I’ll tap adrenaline juices that the session induces.
“Intelligent gunner”? drone. intentionally stupid?
The nex’ to snap; it’s fitting that you’re mentioning “nooses”.

You make noise... “thunder” with no lightning there.
What I type’s so hype Professor X would rise from his chair.
Yours are “gems that even scientists wear”?
Mine’s the infinity stone folks at HYDRA prepared.

You say your better than me? , I doubt that highly ,
When you sound more like a girl talkin about her diary ,
I know you like my raps cuz your hostile about my hay day ,
But step back off my scene like you got done with a Segway ,
Your smart but without skill cuz ya rhymes aint hittin ,
Put a gun to ya head and let the slug dish to ya intellectual wishes ,
You diggin in a well wit water , guage'n how you goin lift ,
Up between a ton of bricks without the liquid makin a shift ,
That water is me and I'm steadily makin quotes like Bruce Lee ,
You against truth like inmates that forgot where the rules lead ,
Listen closely , I will murk you in any part of reality you play ,
But that intellectual rap I don't condone as applicable to slay

I'm done watchin the streets wearin guns on my side ,
So I get inside the phantom ice cold while probe'n my ride ,
I'm militant in a fatigue disguise , I know it sounds deadly ,
I only dump the chrome that talks quick wit rounds heavily ,
Cat's smoke'n kush that sounds off inside of the area ,
Like fog horns cuz the smoke is floatin like a blunt carrier ,
I flow in a nightmare livin in the projects that can gample ,
the most tested killer stickin to the laws of burner handles ,
Lifes not elementary , beef the color of hate can succeed ,
To steal the life of G's with beams to make them all bleed

You wanna make em all bleed, fully gung ho, pistol whip him til we both got a bloodied up nose, you talkin beams & life's a balancing act, so if my blood boils your blood'll run cold,
When I read your verses bro I know that its real shit, your whip has to be a phantom cuz nobody seen it, nah I really believe it, holla if you need a dude to drive, it means I can open the only door I want for you; suicide,
That means you would die, best practice your nappin in the dirt face, who am I kiddin? To lose your life you had to have one in the first place, that's nasty, burp taste, I get it crackin, serve base, if letters can't talk how can you fathom what a word says? You had to sit at home jackin off on 'take your child to work' days

You some'n else Bag...lol

I'll crush you with my rap hits and keys ,
Chumpin cat's in a million ways is a breeze ,
Cops at ya hotel shake you down like fiends ,
Guns in the streets , grips I keep a fit steady stream ,
Out ya team during an eclipse with our fists ,
My squad is the jury hittin ya mentals like a spliff ,
Dumpin shells at ya chest for ya jewels then I split ,
Money earnt game nice makin that butter like Jiff (peanut butter)

It's stiff competition like we're living in graveyards
Stay apart from mediocre, burn under the same star
Fuck the played bars, taking them to the brink
Because you can't auto-tune the damn pen and the ink
Chucking hen in the sink, puke and rally, full recovery
Rapbattles has been lovely ever since the newbs discovered me
Back again, setting trends, so reward me fellas
Grab your popcorn for a sermon from The Storyteller

I make history with a hand in the foul of life ,
I get "current" wit these raps like "electric" mic's ,
I'm bold to the point you'd never laugh at my black ,
You see my techs blend you till you cut from the claps ,
I bring it back wit mental quickness , no French kisses ,
I'm the type wit bangers , catch me wit the ditch digga's ,
I fold dudes on a lick wit guns out cuz I'm grimey ,
You'd fall back cuz I got a bazooka in front and behind me ,
My crew rides trucks and beat a man like he stole some'n ,
makin a way shootin or table spoons on the stove dumbin

Lemme repeat myself I don't slay for a fee ,
I'mma MC and what you got on ya chest is free ,
Your a poser but I have the guns and what I got ,
leaves ya streets at a funeral over weapons that pop ,
Yes I chop the pounds that they gave me for ice ,
Wore it so I can flirt wit these gems aimed at ya wife ,
The pipe game is crucial , shootin if you ghetto or surgical ,
My rap game is "beautiful" , "lookin like" I could murder you ,
I'm makin hits wearin platinum while my music is gold ,
Slow up the frames when I flip guns playin my role ,
Pull out the AR "see the beast" what the victim is told ,
In a rap wit a rolley on this time and the rhythm is cold

I'm fly as ever in the day , spend my mail see me go ,
I'm steady pimpin while ya foul acts get checked like a UFO ,
I cock rugers blastin thick hollows at ya chest until your deceased ,
My rule is heavy cuz I got these peon's payin tithes at my feet , (tithes or ties)
I roll high satisfied wit the sky , feelin large how I'm livin ,
Like a farmer , I'mma start "choppin" fast at these "chickens" ,
I'll invade your sleep wit army weapons inside of ya dreams ,
You don't want problems cuz I fix more "beef" than "Burger King"

Call 'em Rick they're in a pickle! Chop a fella to mozzarella
Put some mustard in your punches, spicy wings to propel ya
Let-us commence the deep fry on these mean guys
Onion ring 'em in with sucker shots, set up the drive by
I sesame seed the thoughts, watch them grow into doubts
There's not enough beef in a week to shut the hole of your mouth
Extra large and in charge, a whopper size in fact
Thanks for choosing us for your ass kicking, do you want fries with that?

I'mma mack but most don't know where I'm comin from , (mack as in gun)
Now ya head bustin out the flesh from a slug out the gun ,
Put you in panic , shells fallin out the shotty causin havoc ,
I pull the Wesson and the couch sits you down when I blast ya ,
My verses "strong" like "weed" bricks comin in like a shipment ,
Stop my shine and the 45 shoots you to the next dimension ,
I'm makin moves drinkin juice wit my friends in baller status ,
and these gun verses got em like a theater , you all clappin

Ugh, I won't be sleeping, till I am dead.
Removed the hydra's head - while it's alive - from inside the thread...
Lives I've shed, like snakes skin. Second nature, this pen and paper
penetrates the reality they've warped to their liking.
Fits the agenda for the forums they write in.
It's more enticing the more that they hype it... but that's in my core, cause I was born for excitement...!!!
Ugh... so, without further ado...
Let me learn em' a few...
spatial awareness... no mistaken this.
They couldn't wait for this... n' I'm not surprised....
Yeah, fully aware I'm the bully, in here... pulling the sphere
they rest upon wit' lexicon disguising itself as the bullets, ya hear...
From Stephen Paddock's rifle, as they're all looking, in terror.
Celph Taut - shook up an era...
Yeah. Gave it Parkinson, wow.
Look how dark it is, now. Plenty punches in store,
but they couldn't 'market' this style...
The Joker, far as Arkham allows - thoughts of Genius....
With the creme of the crop, between us.
A Walking Phoenix.... Arthur Fleck of the art - respect
from vets, in the top arenas...
And they're wanting a promo... Mr.Miyagi, with the karate
- haunting his Dojo.
My confidence grows bigger than toppling Cronos.
Forced to carry the world on my back...
while the populace documents photos... all Flash - word to Barry Allen.
In comparison, they're barely Stalin.
In here, astounding to me that NOW they believe that they're a challenge...
while it's mere self reflecting... read that back...
It's mirror: self reflecting... they want an "Answer", but can't help, but question...
The foundation in which he's making his pitch.
The value of it, falls... these walls are like wealth progression to the forsaken abyss.
Couldn't wait for a diss. I had to basically go and take it, with this!
Nemean paws, no need for applause.
Watch as the fists squeezes through jaws... exposes the inner skeleton
I see through the flaws - it doesn't please me, at all.
Transparency should be welcomed, not burdened.
Drop wording to the highest in charge... feel the wireless heat...
even in idle, I am lighting up bars...
No denying this hardship... threw a match in an inferno - this is fire, regardless.
The empire is retro, but no buying a cartridge.
You pay in quarts of blood. They tried to dig up dirt on me n' ended up being forced in mud.
I am the outlet; watching the source, unplugged.
The other side of the tracks. You can try to relax, but there simply isn't denying the facts.

The way I kill presents the yellow tape in these fools spaces ,
I don't ease up , now my mouth killin MC's like its Jason ,
My current moves got me grossin more cash while I'm grindin ,
I'm way too hot cuz my raps burn you up like the climate ,
When I rhyme the walk I follow jukes these cats when its wrote ,
and my tech nine runs this bullet at em like its Hussein Bolt ,
It aint hard while heavens on earth wit hallow tips and stacks ,
Your dumb "sportin" credit cards tryin to get ya "quarter back"

And there's more than that...
See me chill in my circle, now, where the corners at?
Dead on arrival, though, where the coroners at?
Borne's back... I said it, before...
Seeking out, in the jungle, this is the Predator's war.
Mind control agents, word to Eleanor Shaw.
Reznik - The Machinist flow. Even though...
I'm pushing work, like I'm kneading dough.
They're pushing work, but they're needing doe.
So, there's a disconnect.
Any sense of disrespect, I'm lighting up your head like a discoteque
You'll even feel the 'Swish', once it hits the net...
So many mirrors, here, let these kids reflect.
Oh, you don't wish to?
Push my fists through, see so many arms, it was like you're fighting with Vishnu.
The shit's, ooo'... Dirt Nasty.
The blockade in the way, you can't get a verse past me.
Flag in the street, you're catching your first taxi.
Yeah... you were false flagging, you need to be checked...
What's the destination? See your vehicle, wrecked.
Better believe I'm a threat... worst than anything that's ever been seen on the net..
The gatekeeper, seizing your breath...
Watch the Oxygen leaving your chest... Doctors tell you to breathe, again.
You need your wind.
Oh, the Devil - I don't believe in him.
Isn't necessarily meaning when you see the Demon in
your bathroom mirror to scream,
Just means that my screen akin, to Lucifer.
And if not that? You'll get ripped off faster than your chick can download the Tik Tok app.
Have your kid knocked, flat.
Yeah... talk about a basic surface...
Making verses, X-rated - worth Warren Buffet, strictly in papers purchased...
Uh.. you on that get fucked up diet?
Go for it... I mean it's fucked up, but try it.
You'll need the luck of the Irish, plus a couple suppliers...
to ride. Got the game stuck, in some pliers.
Ring of Death when this thing is set...
Word to the Tiger King... tastes simply suited
for the finer things, buying custom designer rings...
Nah... I know what the ire, brings...
Luxury, flaunting your jewels...
In front of the Gauntlet, you choose is often related
to the ghost of Christmas, talking to Scrooge.
Just tap on that box, man.. you'll see how fast you are in topping my fuse.
The doctor, who used a different trajectory
to confuse your ocular cues...

And don't tell me what I'm not gonna use.
Awful as a Nazi apologist talking to unorthodox Jews.
My thoughts prelude the aftermath...
the shock of a dynasty.
What you're trying to see is the apocalypse that has dawned to inspire me.
A paradox, to many degrees.
In the rat race of life, I want plenty of cheese.
Monsters on my watch - feel the Tennyson's siege.
Dropping menacing keys
It's best that you just adjust to the nature of it...
Fuck attempting indoctrinating your fake republic.
Let's talk about basis, you're in a race for nothing...
Launching from your base, out
of pace, like a Conservative, pushing race discussions.
My mind is the black-box of life, ordained to the ministry.
The same game preordained, to imprison me.
I'm saying this isn't beef. This is more or less
decisions made to persuade my winning streak
The same situations making you incomplete.
Yeah, now how's that for a power nap?
Rip through a coward, in half an hour, flat.
Devour, feel your face quench up - like sucking a sour-patch.
You pussies are too wound up for that...
I mean, if anger is what you wish... then wish it..
If you wish for your lips to kiss the ring... then kiss it...
Either way, this will end with me, making a visit...
See your hatred, it isn't nothing more than a hatred for my creative persistence...
The fastest way to resistance is finding
other like minded individuals you persuade to your interests...
For change, but can't explain your insistence..
Which explains while you're still staying in the trenches...
You're not fucking with me...
The reality is, your failed endeavours are pursuits you weren't tough enough to believe...
If I could move your interests with a couple of keys...
Then I am the real conduit your inner company, needs..

You told Soar... and I quote...
“your failed endeavours are pursuits you weren't tough enough to believe.”
You reproached your opponent thus, and left him sorely aggrieved.
....What the fuck bruv?

Your “Tennyson’s siege” line? yeah, that was harder,
But it ain’t The Charge Of The Light Brigade when my crew run up in ‘Balaclavas’.
This some shit he can’t perceive, but when I start a siege,
it’s like Tennyson’s poem; I begin with “half a league”.

I ain’t behave the same as you do, spilling your guts, bringing shameless moves through,
Just straight aimed and slew you, so when I take a blade to Celph it ain’t sepuku.

Celph Taut...
A formerly respected artist who ain’t met his targets, just depressed his market
Who were expecting to see a body in his rap like “Reznik’s” carpet.
Can’t even recall a time this prick was killin’ it.
Repressed memory’s the best remedy for shit lyricists.

He says he’s “the Machinist”, and I’d never doubt.
That was a bare-bones body, oughta flesh it out.
Resnick? Right, coz if kids doubt I’m sleeping him
They don’t get the ‘links’, like, This House Has People In.

Tryna see Soar; your skill’s up...down...up...down.
It’s a “Tennyson siege” how you’re testing your luck now. (Lucknow)

I see how a man goes against his up bringin ,
He soars/sore's for the stacks when he can't afford livin ,
You cat's been implored to fight ,
get floored as you might ,
You against the odd's on the inside of ya mind ,
You dudes are snakes runnin off at the grill ,
and think rude not givin a care ,
your stupid is ill ,
I stayed silent through life like my hemp smoke ,
and shined like Leeroy when he beat the slim folk ,
Captured the video of me gunnin to the rim slow ,
My hoop dreams brought me the looks of the 10-4 ,
That's why I been low so I could see straight ,
while watchin my hopes recoil against the beat boys ,
Truth was to wash ya skin wit soap to not see boils ,
But cat's have lost it on the surface , they seek noise ,
I guess I'm a snake too , pulled the glock wit no choice

I'm gone at night wit my wrist high in digits , never zero ,
In a cruiser ridin by trench coat wearin cats like Neo ,
The hero ,
never glitchin ,
come to a still wit his first wishes ,
The matrix life ,
one step away from gettin to the women ,
Droppin yellow spits like lemons ,
so brotha's is cautioned ,
Juice you dude's with the hoax of a villain every so often ,
Grill on my teeth ,
take a look at my gene's brotha I'm brilliant ,
Comin off the money ,
they test the pimp wit a couple million ,
Court shows I been in ,
A select few of red garment wearin ,
Splittin ya melon ,
all in the group done said it ,
I'mma felon ,
I'm watchin these heads live up as an artist and post ,
In the end the hills have eyes , they'll take ya ownings and smoke