Keystyle Cypher!

Your brain'll go *SPLLATT* ... on the canvass.
You had a lot of chances.
She sitting pretty, and shit, I'm privy to 'thot' advances.
That being said, I'm ice-cold: you cannot 'romance'-this.
Stroke game don't come out-easy... like awkward answers...
Yeah... tired as shit, but I annihilate this.
My brain is wired, practically soldered into the environment's chip...
Lithium-ion rapid-fire, from the cannon...
Admire who is branding what's acquired, for your landing...
The Chief of the woods, is speaking - what's good?
L-R-G, chilling 'deep in the hood'...
One shot to the face, if you're creeping, on Suge.
Far from a boring rapper.
pages, fill an historic chapter, with red eyes,
like a flight that makes it, the morning after.
Prolific, is what they say. Cut to the chase.
I ain't have the luck to embrace the same lane you did,
so I'm upping the stakes. Visionary, mapping out coordinates...
This forum is, my home, n' I roam the board to get more of it..
Enduring a strict discipline. Strength and conditioning.
Pleasure is my forte, only if I'm straight on the business-end.
Straight fire, until the need the extinguisher.
All of y'all the same, really ain't no way to distinguish ya.
I use to look up words, online - to get my English up.
Now it's in my head, off the top, whenever I think of stuff.
It's the praise I enjoy, cause I never got enough
- in the beginning... make a nigga think that he's sinking...
writing skills on the paper as instinctive, as blinking...
Only right that I'm the one-natural link to the king-pen...
Even though my desire, waned...
I'm still here to aspire a higher plain,
So if it ain't fire, I'm feeling like I'm to blame.
They said it's all about the now - fuck your prior claim!
Nigga that's inside the game for that Jerry McGuire fame!
I'm out here, shining, like a WittelSbach diamond ring
Lost are the souls who aren't out, looking for the finer things.

Call me Ali Bakr
Rustling your locker

Mafia boy getting joy from the copper
In my hood you get dead as an offer

Reject the layout and get fucked in a coffin
No similie no eyebrows nobodys coughing

They say times up i say your rhymes suck Ippin aint stoppin

You want some hot sauce i got some for your noggin'

Your mouth is too big so stick to the joggin'

Thats my aftershave i use a razor as common


Thats just a part of me see im dangerous

half cancer half twins full circle its fabolous

Celph is like a Hugh Hefner bitch hes glamourous

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Celph, death is nothing to play with
I rather you alive so you can take hits

Put you in a snake pit
Bit and then eaten so shit

I feel like a angel of death
I bring the pain like those who got angle effects

Strangle a sect
Stab them in the abdomen while i flurry with lefts

Rights, right to your face
Precision immaculate while theyre writing your case

When I entered the race it became murder was the case, I observed and wait, you deserve any hate I send at you, I'm taking you down like an offending statue, as I ascend past you, lap you, pimp smack you, just do what I ask you and I won't have to, if you dare me, will listen carefully, if there's a heaven for a G I hope it's there for me, when I finish my story I'll be remembered in glory, placed in my own category, for murdering you kids, statutory, world history will be known as black before me, I'm the light that inspires the like to go higher, I make it hot like dryers, the plot is slick the trick is to make your heart stop and watch you expire quick, then collect your retirement, I hired a bitch, conspired a hit, white wall tires on the whip, I drive up to your gravesite and take a shit late nights, before I change the topic, I wipe my ass with toilet paper then just drop it...

- ill finesse

^^^^^ To Ill Finesse AKA Jill Bidet

Crippled like you are clownsome
Im handsome
a mountain gorilla made you manson
In stans son smalltime gangsters implode in their heads check the abs um
Thinking theyre the feds thats fun
Robbing ladies in their reds nap some
Rob whos not dead when i was sixteen
Them instead
The case stays unresolved cuz a fine chick
is a police officer i will wine and dine
so no fines
Retaliation is so inclined
Your rhymes
I made em
Your behind i sprayed them
When i was bakin
The world is mine
The one you get g-raped in
its amazin temp below a varane
My heart beats even when frozen thats it
You carry the quaran
I turn enemies to liquid the way girls conspire on the man

As an animal i eat you whole
Bone spine pupills no role

I play the conscription to a T
Be a gangster and die like a G

On the streets they know my name
On the streets they know my flames

Two weapons no TSA can touch
On the plane im considered too much

Me dangerous as an overweight?
You must be startled

Footwork hand in hand like a carpet
Forget the past is this beefing season

I'll start it
Ilk bring the pain like a gothic market

After you tried to play it cool
You must have dropped it

Half a u turn just to cock it
Made it scenic

Made you take the route like you mean it
Stopped dropped and rolled on my penis

Terminal illness that cam is fiendish
70% degree angle got you finished

Now the county doc wanna play
Shifting sands move horizontal you never

Seen the tray
Giving a press con like its alls okay

But that ulcer is ruining your pattern of speach
Must be the acme of a leach

Like the police chief
Sent a hit on the delegate

Maneuevered to the top with cold hate
Hella late

No hesitation for me, I shoot at the melon, straight...
Ain't no use to medicate...
purposeful in my actions, for sure.
Looking back at it, now, I know the reactions, were pure...
Put some hair on your chest, in these neck of the woods, but you're lacking the fur.
No funds in your account, either, you have to defer.
Cut out the middle man, tax exempt - now, use that, to refer...
I won't die from your virus, so why you after a cure?
Candle burning the midnight oils, but they really can't 'match' the allure...
The embodiment... dropping nothing but John Gotti shit...
Torture rack - watching the body, rip...
Revving from that Ducati trip... hydraulics make that Maserati, lift...
bigger than Masarati's tits... all the way to the top...
But I'm playing a lot with the bottom bitch...
Pull the plug - she looking up, saying.."Not like this"
Dodging bullets like you're dodging child support payments...
Talking to your attorney suit, for the court cases.
Got me a suit, rocking 4 aces. And that was long before Vegas.
Ace Rothstein, Ginger, stunting a Cartier bracelet..
Stunting, long before Jackie Chan.
I mean, rap for me was the master plan.
Karate; the pen and paper, go hand to hand...
Fuck the pen, though, I'd rather we duke - man to man.
Or bullet to bullet... Steve McQueen-ish..
This isn't even a key diss... this is just me, getting guaranteed hits
During quarantine, sitting back, stirring that weed mix.
Eyes Chinese, smoking COVID-19 spliffs...
Bat flu, nothing but venom touching on these lips!
Yeah, me and Sammy, we be like family.
The writing's ill. Fire, feel the ire of Hail Hydra, thinking
Third Reich's the guild. I'd take flight if this was a fight, f'real.
Battle of your life, like Shield. Phil Coulson - you might get killed...
Or, maybe you'll live...
It's not for me to decide... use these keys to the side of the push-start
button, n' let the vehicle, ride.
Take over the entire operation, I don't need to divide...
There's so little pieces that I - ain't even seeing the pie...
I'm Slick, Rick Astley - dropping that shit, nasty.
In an open stall, rocking nothing but overalls, by my ankles,
to show my balls...
You walk past it, n' the shit isn't closed, at all. (-_-)
Feeling juxtaposed to the rolling ball... of doom - Indiana type...
Man my life be flipping these words, like I'm Vanna White
Handy got 'em fizzling, off the top, like a can of Sprite
Ya know... if it's personal to you... either way
you're moving to it, like I'm working with Voodoo...
See shots everywhere, like you're purchasing Hulu.
Dig you out of your grave, so your hearse got a new view...
Then put it back in.. the gangster, it never dies, word to Mac-10..
Token for every word that I spit - that shit's like the black friend..
Logic, thrown down, to tie up all of my past ends
Crazy, like Richie Gecko. Your click, gets heckled.
And stabbed in the hand... the rest that try to leave, get a battering ram.
So, don't talk through my rounds, like a commentator.
Or get sliced down the bottom, make ya less the common denominator.
A lot of haters want those problems, mega...
Big Pun, I show y'all that you're not a player...even if you got a Sega.
The god omega, dropping scriptures you all can pray ta'...
Fact is, y'all are beta.. think Jay Baruchel...
a lot of anger.. I keep pent up... breaking down walls...
that get sent up.... 4 leaf clover, but it never meant luck.
The system is rigged, I would know, cause... I got a lot of friends, stuck...
Commissary woes, gotta stretch that extra ten bucks.

That's a lot of fire I came to water it down,
Not enough water you'll die but too much water you'll drown,
Water wets you but isn't wet, water's profound,
Water torture, hear water so much you're bored of the sound, is torture funny if you're water boarding a clown?
Bring some big titty bitches let's water fight,
Every shirt - I make see through, call me water white,
The seas tuco-ld, blue but it's the bomb, Waters tight, tight, tight
It's waking bad, sail la vie, I drain it so much n it still waves at me,
but the oceans a cruel mistress it's not tough to see that, so wave back soon I mean it or fuck is she mad

Holder kronen fortsatt tilbake i spillet
Hørte noen Herreløse hadde mistet en pille

Det er som Karpe uten kidsa plutselig stille
Ippin drar ut pluggen og får stadion til å thrille

Vinnie vær kul man du er som en fille
Jeg vasker av han Joddski han er som en lakk

På utedoen i sarp festival han er som en kakkerlakk
Aldri vært i no håndgemeng du er som han jon jones

Finner på bullshit later som dere er pitbuller bitch
Ikke no valp men en chiuaha er greia

Glefser tilbake og får løshåret ditt dreia
Erik og kriss litt mer skjer ikke piss

Popper noen ukonsentrert det er liksom champ
Dere ønsker å ha vært klonver i kamp

Vamp vil hoppe inn det skal nok gå bra det
Jeg tar lead vokalen og drukner ham i badet

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Celph pay titled royalty money
You bit his dick tryna bite his style from he

Thats a shitty move
But thats what bitches do

i got two bitches you
And baggyboi thats a crew

I call it sophistication
The way im domesticly patient

Patiently waiting
While theyre occasionally hatin

No anger here im just cautiously berratin
Fucked your bitch like Assange ate her pussy like lassagne

Her name is Tanja
We're havin fun ya

Sugar sugar
She holds a cup like Romania

What to say...?
I don't know what to say, but I'm a say it anyway, Hey!
Yo, bro! Check out the flow, you got to glow but I gots to shine!
And I got to spit line after line, I'm bout to dine with some fine wine
And if you hate me you can go whine
Like a little bitch with a small mind
When it comes to minds my mind is so open
So open in fact I must be Awoken
Wouldn't be surprised if I was the Chosen
One to bring balance to the force of light and darkness
I have felt the pain been treated so heartless
But im dancing now on my foes carcass
Sitting on the throne like my name was Arthas
But more like Illidan with his two blades
I am not afraid of drinking cool-aid
Matter of fact I'd bathe in minute maid
While you shower in plasma grenades
You get the BOMB while I fuck your MOM
no we are not brothers so we don't have the same mother
Don't even say that dont even bother
If i fucked your mom than I am your father
No you are not Luke and I am not Vader
If you like flip tricks you must be a skater
If you like to diss shit you must be a hater
If you like to wait you must be a waiter
Now my rhyme ends, I guess, see you later...

My mind is full of keys, if I pause, it's reading data...
How else in the fucking world could I be Omega? thee creator.
See a plate of opponents heads, served, on a hot plate...
With minutes, counting down to the hour, so, I cannot wait!
Slipped it under the door, right 'fore it closed, so I was not late
Spent so much fucking hours on this shit, until I got great.
Conversely, relationships suffered...
After 6 months, it was just basically us, hating each other
A credit card application went straight to my mother.
Oh, boy. I remember that day.
Shit went up in smoke, minus the ashtray.
Therefore, I don't care what you cats say... The dog is taking a piss,
in other words, these turds are on their last leg...
I don't stop shooting, oh no, I make their ass, beg.
Class A -- dope shit, while they're floating around, feeling hopeless.
Blessed art thou' - a shroud of the Pope's kiss.
Oh, this? This is nothing. A small E.T finger, to the heart, if you're missing something.
The only king of this discussion.
From far away, what most people see is, someone, hitting buttons.
I'm splitting onions, like world class chefs, don't know why kids are fussing...
Went from the start of the 90's, deep into big productions
Then back to the regular rap... online, so the heads can react...
Watered it down since then - I know I'm better than that...
24 hour days in this bitch, man, I can NEVER relax.
I'd rather siphon this cypher dead than not drop a dope fix...
I never follow the plays in the book... I got the coach, pissed.
Ever since elementary school, I was representing the tools.
Online is where my mental was pooled...
And the energy went up.. the potential did, too.
Not long after that, I dropped songs, back to back.
Made the kids jump from their seat, word to Daddy Mack.
Far from being baffled; I've done seen it all...
From the really small, to fifty feet tall.. bounce their head, like a beach ball.
This is street raw. Given it to your ass, like a deep blog.
Doing recon. Spouting words, not in a biblical sense.
I know your head is down by now, because this shit, is intense.
Wide body car, on a one-way street.. shit is hitting some ends...
I don't care about what you believe is your sound... what you believing in now?
My circle got small, over time. But I'd be lying
if I said it wasn't from the people I plan on keeping around.
The snakes weed out, eventually, and the grass will get greener.
So when the lawnmower comes out, just give your cash to the cleaner.
I go by the metric of kicking ass, and keeping myself far
... from a passive demeanor...
Dropping straight up classical heaters, at you believers.
See the world from an overview... watching it, in P.O.V
Roadrunner goes by, slips Wild.E.Coyote, some T.N.T...
My antics can get animated, but rest assured it's trial and error...
And I'm still dope at it.... as far as I am aware of.

Screw that wall of text im a hollowcase
With a molotov

And a kalashnikov spraying comic con
Im a cosmic case an atomic don

Im islamic so im Afghanistan
I am russias arm a drip in your gin and ton

Allah is great you sin and gone
We stay in the astral realm like a minute bomb

I mean it homb
Ima kill it come

I feel it like a Hitchcock knife
Stabbing you all through the night

Im brutal like a Bruckheimer flick
Ill eat your face and then take a shit

Im gruesome the most dangerous beast
I take a bystander apart piece by piece

Im the alpha omega the nintendo the sega
youre ps3 with a wifi downliading mega

Patches to games like youre the product
Im the consumer til i own the code of conduct

Just so that we're clear, I didn't have the motivation to diss you
You're trash, and it's true.
This is like... putting out a lit fuse...
Even now, I'm struggling to find the zeal, I feel like... I'm wasting my time.
Basic, n' I'... haven't really made up my mind... -yet
I mean, by no fault of your own..
Within that 64k bandwidth of talent you got, you're throwing insults, at the throne.
And, without further adieu, it's my turn, for a few..
I guess I haven't learned from my mistakes, because it's a mistake, murdering you.
Why? I get no pleasure from it...
Rock bottom, this is a low not even Eminem, can stomach.
You'll pay for your words, better inspect your budget.
Slice the neck off, n' leave limited head estate/head of state, like the Czech Republic.
We're in two different weight classes, yours isn't official...
Blowing a whistle... holding a pistol, vs throwing a missile.
Two different realms of talent, till you no longer feel a balance...
Hardest difficulty vs an easy prowess...
It's all real until you see the palace.. and the shadow looming, over your head.
You go in the thread and realize it's cold, all around you...
So, it's difficult to determine the moment you're dead.
In other words, you die before it's read. Casket ready, now; don't get misled.
Or, better yet, don't get carried away...
The dirt is still fresh - you can get buried, today.
Ride with the horses head, on the mantle. What does the chariot say?
King Arthur, his head is full of rocks.
Remove the sword... re-tool it, n' then use it as fuel, for war.
A day of antics - why you calling on Bueller for?
Spent your entire life hiding behind that mask, like a Luchador.
I've been the truth, before you ever pulled out that polygraph..
Hauling ass, dropping in the diss thread, with all that trash.
I think you're the sole reason, I avoid reading that thread...
Most people are passable, but, you literally make me skip over what's being said.
I honestly give credit to Virb & Mandela for entertaining that...
You ain't a mac..
Hail rosemary's for wherever I lay 'em at...
A vigil held 6 feet apart, to keep his grave, intact.
Pain threshold pushed until the chemicals in the brain, go flat.
Listen, you had your run.. now, the legs get removed.
Bleed ink when the pen has been used...
Trust me, these are menacing views...
intracranial hemorrhaging with these medical tools
You'll get to experience waking up, for the first time, from a sleep, that was anaesthetic-induced.

Bruv. fuck an anaesthetic.
I chew on the adrenaline glands of paramedics.
Please excuse my lack of ethics coz the raps are epic,
Clean, blud.. injecting Trump with antiseptic.
A cranky skeptic, I’m happiest when fast asleep.
Insomniac, unless I’ve smoked a half of cheese.
Drink, barf, repeat... until the cask depletes.
Harmful deeds, like, life’s a game I can’t complete...
I mean, I probably could, but shit, I can’t be arsed to cheat.
Drive bys, shoot a heat ray from a Martian fleet and make a fast retreat.
I gotta give props to the past elite, those who carved a niche...
I bathed in black bean sauce and walked down Dahmer’s street for the chance to meet.

Ah shit that wasn’t true.
I was gonna, but, uh, I had a lot to do.
No, um, I mean, I got the flu.
For real, I was prolly stuck on level six of Sonic two.
Rolling with the wrongest crew, first we’d come and jack your car,
Drive it to your second home and feed your dog your caviar.
Happy, lah? if so you know you shouldn’t be.
Some say god is good, most say not as good as me.
Pack a bowl of buddha tree, I guess today ain’t quite the day to quit,
Dealing with some major shit, plus the strain’s legit.
Take a hit, phew, it seems strong.
Breathe in like qi gong with a sheesh bong.
Greed’s wrong..?
Pah, not til the weed’s gone.

Tell Slick's Simple Simon ass, he can read along...
Make a 170 tempo track, from the EKG-machine he's on...
Get comfortable in your own skin,
I'll remove it, without taking off your clothes, then
Disintegrate you to dust to show that you won't win,
It's a dog-eat-dog world, word to cannibalism..
Bars like Wardens with tenor, long hours, standing in prison...
Can't you envision an entity that ain't a man, or a system...
And base your short term goals off of your main plan to transition
I'm ready, now.. seeing the world, first-hand, through a steady brow...
A pocket full of a hope, a hand of scotch, and a Henny' smile.
Building up an estate on a vacant acre..
And moving to a friendly town... your head is above the water, n' then you drown...
Still, soaking up success.. feel the motivation to get there
without sleep, deprived, is more potent than my death...
Watching my family fight their battles, is a sobering effect...
So, the elation feeling is fleeting, 'till the moment that I rest..
I drop gems on the crowd, so they can turn 'em to jewels
Battle in coliseums, and joust to the tournament rules
My words are infused information they're just now learning to use.. .
Which, in turn, is my turn at the news...
My mind is steady aiming while the temple's steady squeezing...
Able to change momentum in any season; this pen's the reason.
The second coming of greatness
... Contrary to what your friends believe in...
The feeling of accomplishment, when your mentor means it..
Instilling confidence is a better trade off than fighting dumb...
Forever living in darkness on the day that my light, will come.
A catalyst for change, still in fear of what I might become.
Swinging at the hornet's nest, no care of if I might get stung...
The type of mentality you would need to strap the world to your back...
Debilitating, the struggle fighting against your inner urge, to react.
The first round of the bout, but your nervous to jab...
A ring of fire leading to a key, on a vertical slab...
You see? When somebody with talent writes? It's infectious...
But, when someone who doesn't write? It has the opposite effect, it's...
A double-edge sword, it tends to kill your momentum...
But provides a hindsight, with a depth-of-field comprehension...
That goes beyond the trivial right and wrong...
It's the same feeling when you write a song...
To feed your soul, when you know your desires gone...
A 100 man marching band telling you to inspire on...
A short circuiting board, but you were wired strong... it requires long...
hours of contemplation... shouts to Virb, keeping me...
... on my toes... the people I know
browsing online, still seeking the code.
Information is a dynasty.
It's eye-opening, and much more becoming for what you're trying to see...
Had my Michelle Pfeiffer moment, designed
to see inside What Lies Beneath... with lines for all the Dangerous Minds, you seek.
Pay for the opportunity, but know that the prize, is cheap.
Shout out to the wolves, who came in droves, disguised as sheep.
The shepherd, is coming... that humble pie, spent too much time, being left in the oven.
So it's for the next-gen to extend that discussion.
I've been cynical for a long time, blame it on me...
Spent long hours watching Hip Hop die, trying to sustain my belief.
Praying the meek don't take over, but it's over. I guess
there's just no way to compete...
Take my jacket off the rack and then make my retreat.
All my idols are in their late 40's...
On the porch, telling 'em stories, to the kids.. attention span all withered, to dust.
The depth of depravity isn't so little, to us
Businesses just... offer consumers up a sliver, of trust...
And we're to digest that.. well, my stomach will differ...
That gut feeling is enough to shut down both of my livers...
The walking embodiment of the truth...
Lady liberty in my overview...
Filtering out whatever lies your head of government sold to you...
There's no excuse, selective information when we go to schools..
So, it's a more elective process to the practices we don't refute.
Yeah, I'm not here telling you I'm a saint, cause I'm not.
I can only say I'm here to paint what I jot.
The pain I felt, 11 years ago, is one I'll never forget..
The old me died on that day, n' my views changed, for the better.
But, the clean life of sobriety ain't the agenda.
I came for the game, n' never would I claim it's a set up...
The bar is set too high? No, it needs to go higher.
See the desire in my team for me to feed the supplier
Butane in my lungs, feel me breathing out fire...
And hitting every note... balancing that fine line, on a tethered rope.
My aspirations line in focus, with my telescope...
Life is stand up... 33 years, and I finally get the joke.
I said, very few people can inspire you to go higher
- knew, I was going after something that I was never entitled to.
The difference between you thinking it's gonna happen, and knowing it is.
The difference between thinking that it's coming, and going for it.

Too much blabber i get to the point
Use a steakknife on your joint
Pop your caps like the games entourage
And expose your ass like VMA Nicki Minaj

Extradite my holy temple like Taj Mahal
Im extra nice the way i trample on ya all
Ask Celph for a bar he'll give you an extra gram
Of his self sustained weed from the shack he stores his gran

Im done playing with you man
Now its about to get a lil tricky
Im bout to get heated stay seated bake that lil sticky
Ill maple syrup your ass and give your wife a lil hickey

Im a walking will-smith without the ol jiggy
I did what you do when i was 22 no biggie
I thaught you i raised you i made you
You spew what you heard first thats what i gave you

Why would i play you
Youre dealing with an overpass theres no way you can make through

You're smaller than Spud Webb, irl, you can break who?
An actor going through most of his lines, now you're on take 2.
Top gun, the bottom of the rung is where they'll place you
A couple of dud bars and a shitty flow, so you make due
You said you're Slick Trick - did a background check, and it ain't true
Got your boys spreading your proclamations, like fake news.
But really, your weight class, is amusing...
Your fake ass, I'm abusing, like saline injections...
so please heed, discretion.
Got the tenor of a teacher, and you need a lesson.
On a first class ticket to heaven doors, to receive your blessing.
You see this section as fair game... but the elites, are texting.
Bars after bars pull you out the blue, like police protection.
How the fuck you think you're fucking with me?
Pay for your words, in here, but these knuckles? are free.
Break money down to a couple of G's.
Open doors, you ain't cutting the keys...
It's the 'fall', now, and you're rustling leaves...
You ain't my protege... beating you, in front of these strangers, now,
is the only way.
One controller out, but you're gonna play.
Dropping that trash, come pass the sardonic plague.
Candle light vigil outside your door, so I mourn my prey...
Look, you're typical garbage...
So, by the account, I didn't want to diss you, regardless.
I'm just playing off of residual targets.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?
Not here. It'll take 1000 dog years for me to see you as top tier.
You're weak, that's why Virb ain't take you seriously...
I guess we can call it fate that you were carried, to me.
I set the bar pretty high - you can barely compete.
Sitting there in your seat... as you blankly stare, at defeat.
Producer samples your EKG like, 'there's your beat'
"But I don't hear nothing?" ...oh, lol -_-
Anyways... for you to drop one single decent line,
would take many days... your loss is the byproduct of your systemic rage.
Shooting blanks, but a unused canvass, you will never graze.
Trial by fire, stare 'till the path beneath you, is set ablaze.
You know that saying, "Always the bridesmaid; never the bride?"
They can hand you the keys, but they won't let you get in and drive.
And that's your run, here, summed up pretty much...
It's shitty, but... I'd rather tell you the truth, than for me to lie, while you're getting fucked.
Slick walking into this ass whooping like, "They set me up"
And I know what my name is, but after this? You will self destruct.
I saw you dropping your diss... it was comical, bitch.
I'd like to rebuff that sentiment... set fire to whatever you decide to touch with your pencil tip.
Hell, burn the house, too! Leave no trace.
Even if they were handing out participation trophies, he won't place.
You sad sack of life. I'd give you advice, but...
only works if there's a glimmer of hope. And, if I'm being honest? Your shit is a joke.
There isn't a site on the world wide web that Slick should approach.
Your plane? has you as the only passenger... and you're sitting, in coach.

Trick...

Sweet like... never mind “steakknife”, you’ll get cut with a cakeslice.
I’ll stuff your body in the freezer, and... sorry, I’m just tryna break ice.
Hi.

Are you for real fam? is this an elaborate hoax?
Are you a Trick or a fucking practical joke?
I’ll put Trick in the sky like a magical rope,
Or I might have to vanish his hopes.

I flip Trick for kicks like it’s Jet Li, you get me?
Trick tricked himself if he thinks he’s an emcee.
Trick fucked up like the death scene in Prestige;
I’ll put this bitch in a box and he won’t be set free.

I wrote something I was really proud of, hit post reply and it says the page didn't load properly or some shit. And now the verse is gone.

You dodged one celph, I'm pissed off

I know you said "You dodged one Celph" Finesse,
But one can never truly dodge oneself, Finesse,
Truths evaded in life are met in death,
Evil brothers really end up on the devil's Set,
That being said, It's the return of the moderate radicaliser,
Shabba deniya, captain flammablizer,
gas & a lighter, back with the fire,
like long lost lovers romantic desire,
Man is to I as cat is to tiger,
I'm not prayin man I'm playin fuckin slaps with a viper,
don't like my music I'm not a fan of it either,
but this is life after learning they put carrots in tizer

an addict sizes up more pills than a group of groupies ,
I have to bring a place to my eyes like a action movie ,
You brought the best things to the event of your suicide ,
Close Sambo hits to your frame make you think fast ,
do or die ,
The clues can't see you out the door of your toy ,
My sway is like a boxers in the attempt to kill a boy ,
Fill your voids with the essence of freshness ,
Take a second to check this ,
You live your life but can't express the kids presence ,
Its all out of your hands ,
Bring the fists with my fam ,
I stall out presiding to equip a toolie routed to blam ,
Man....

Jumbo shots to your fitted ,
heaven got another sitter ,
cuz when god doesn't move ,
he leaves it to his hitter ,
I slide like a viper in a snake mess out the day ,
I make a check to do a move on your vest with the guage ,
Better get out ya cage ,
cuz when I'm comin through the rest , get clostrophobic ,
I ride a ghost at night with beige paint doin street aerobics ,
Cats know I’m hittin homers ,
Infrared sweeper in my hands ,
flush the remains down the toilet

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Originally Posted by Ill Finesse

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You dodged one celph, I'm pissed off

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You should be grateful that happened, for your sake.

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Originally Posted by Celph Taut

You should be grateful that happened, for your sake.

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Calicoe voice - When it's real it don't gotta rhyme,
Would've got tagged but missed-the-wolf like "what's the time?",
I'm realer than reel 2 real with a rod n line,
Some fools so fake they should begin with "once upon a time",
Vulcan logic with a quill, I should've called myself Spockupine,
They keep their mind on their money but I try to keep it off of mine,
Cuz that shit makes friends foes, it's in their genes to keep their pockets lined,
But history shows they'll cut U to make a dollar sign

Autumn niggas - it's only right that they fall, inline.
Out of this world; the moment you look, n' see that all of the stars, align.
Bars designed as equity, check the key as it's opening doors...
They wouldn't be able to see this shit, if their focus is poor...
Ill, you thought I was joking before (I wasn't)
Tell Arthur Fleck, I'm coming for blood...
I ain't pass Finesse the baton, so tell me why they're still running from us?
I took the high road, n' used it to throw him under the bus...
Then sent it up to the moon, it'll years to have that shuttle, adjust.
You mumbling, what? Speak up, Finesse.
We cut the test, you're not getting in. Remove the air from his chest,
I guess you're not gonna 'wind'.
Back last year we had some words, n' you were popular then.
And I would of let it be, for the time being, 'till you started talking, again.
Now? I'm seeing red. Evil Dead... kill the boy.
Astral project the body, leave his will, destroyed.
Playing with the remains, is something I still enjoy. The Omega, is back.
Neck of the woods, it won't be for long when is neck is detached.
Ain't the man he thought he was, well, it's just in his raps.
You'll see the armours cracks, when he's pressed for the facts...
Got the swagger of Sylvester the Cat's... chasing a bird...
Coming out side of your face, is absurd to me.
Get burned, witnesses say it was third degree. Well, I must say, it felt like the first, to me.
95 percent of his body repaired, after surgery. - damn.
Walk up in that hospital room like, "I heard you're a fan".
Then kill him, there... Walk out like, "Looks like 'Finesse came in "Ill" prepared."
Cue laugh-track. You're too abstract. This is Van Gogh.
So many damn blows... Dyson's impressed...
Open his eyes to see how much life in him's, left. Not much.
Consider it Divine Intervention that removed your shit
Cause really, whatever you drop, sucks.
Here to give a "This is Sparta!" kick, whenever it props up.
- Blowing smoke, overdose on the crop dust.
You not us, homey. Chill. This shit's is cold, f'real.
Code red, this whole thread's been overkill.
Remove his head from his shoulders, laughing, n' hold his grill.
Ya know the deal. Flow big enough to crush through bones of steel.
Did you really think it was plentiful?
Let 'em know he's in the chalk. You'll need a bigger block
of allies if you think this shit's is fin'-a stop..
10 years of these keys, I figure I did a lot...
You'd have to go through a lifetime of pain until you can get a shot.
- Ill. You're not real. Nor could you ever be.
Your plot feels like it's missing a piece. If you don't wanna lend me an ear,
it's cool. But you'll listen, at least.
I feel like I'm on death row, this shit's a feast.
Walking over a hurdle, compare my game to Olympian feats!!!
Uh... bag killed 'em... Slick Trick got the momentum
until Virb had 'em lined in the scope... let's be honest, they're still trying to cope.
Couldn't hang wit' the Alumni, so I supplied 'em with the rope.
Still firing, though. Until the insides, are exposed.
I'm Weird Science-in hoes... yeah, just stand there...
Pussy ass, you'll never be the man, here.
And I'll put that on Windex spray, so it's damn clear.
Let's be honest: me beating you, is fanfare - cue the trumpets.
Catch this dude, while he's chewing crumpets.
You'll lose your lunch, it's simple and plain. This is McClane.
It's weighing on your mind, so much,
the line's enough to cause you real physical pain.
They read your verse, then read mine, n' chimed it "isn't the same"
RapBattles declined for 3 years, straight, n' guess what? Ill is to blame.
Fuck that not trying to uplift yourself bullshit...
You pulling wit' that garbage, each bar you're getting a full clip.

Thats Virb, wordplay so simple
Manuscript written by scott gimple

Fervour of that of a kid with pimples
Im not an emcee? Thats nimble

I bite through your inconstensies like dimples
You tickle

I got bars kid youre just nice on the paper
Here one minute gone the next like capers

Im the boss even locked up in acres
Ill be out in a week so fuck you haters

See Celph, i was Babyboy on Royalty
Funny seeing you here but we rap royally

Virb died in the first bar
Anyone versus Trick is subpar

You get fubared
Im the new car

Youre still revving a Ford
Im the 10 Christiano Ronaldo on the court

Slick for life, its easy -
Destroy my enemies like JDL, youre Eazy.

Virb went in on me but a futile attempt
My style is unorthodox like Tyson Furys exempt

No accolades on the web they know im a beast
Never savor the moment i favor the deceased

The way i took him apart be honest, its sporty
Athlete since 6 when you where in your daddys shorties

Mm hmm.

Fuck “Tyson Fury”, I borrowed weed from Apollo Creed,
And beat him half to death... it had a lot of seeds.
I’mma put this kid in a coma, tryna follow dreams.
You’re known as a beast on the web? (insert doggo meme).
His motto reads that kid’s the best, I’ll give this little bitch a test,
Smacked him since he shit the bed, his slickest trick’s the sit and beg.
I’m the Rodney Mullen of this board, I’ve got the sickest flips.
This a halfpipe 900; he got it twisted quick.
Got off on the wrong foot with Trick; he needs to switch his shit.
This a nose-stall drop in, damn, he needs to quit his lip.
Not a proper lyricist, never pulled a single trick and his scripts have slipped.
I’mma leave his blood puddled on a tile floor and then admit it’s slick.

I shoot shots at the big heads on the planet ,
So I can "bring my ways to a head" that I manage ,
Don't worry about me ,
I ease the street with a gun like poppy ,
Throw my nikes on the cable lines cuz I'm straight commie ,
You show some good rhymes ,
but the east don't need you ,
I'm the evidence of a million flows of breath that I breathe to ,
I make those pre-game shots ,
and put it down after half time ,
Shoot a jay past me and get soaked like bath time ,
I'll give you a second to smoke me ,
But you have to ride or die like a rolley ,
Make an attempt at it ,
and you'll be fillin yourself up with codeine

Dropping keys, 200 bars, it takes up the whole screen.
No stream, n' drop it online...
The 4th wall, who y'all talking behind?
The diesel, rocking Optimus Prime.
Playing possum, n' find yourself hanging... off of a line.. that's Tony M...
GTA: San Andreas, "Here we go, again".
Said: off of the line, a sign I won't "phone" it in...
Speaking of phones - you hear that ring?
That's your alarm clock. Wake up from your sleep, wit' the punches coming in, non-stop.
The don, dropped. Awe-inducing. A raw exclusive.
What matters more? Tunnel vision, shaking you, at its core.
Open up shop - see another pad, in-store.
Scoring the goals; look at that added score!
Apparel American Eagle, I mean, my fly-ness is casual form.
They had you warned from the minute you hopped out of the plane...
N' deployed your chute. The boy's the truth.
Put that on the bible, as I man the design.
Manufactured personality: The Casey Anthony kind...
Y'all sitting in constellation, still waiting for your plans, to align.
Uh... I think I'm catching on.
Catch-wreck, like 'Bux's crew...
Punches come like a soup-starter, bitch: come get you some "knuckle-stew" ...
Whip they ass like Joe Jackson, you'll catch some licks from the buckle, too.
I planted it, and the hustle grew.
They like, "Take a look at 'em muscles, ooh" - baby.
I'm too crazy for 'em... why even bother wit' that?
Father 'em cats... testing center the way that y'all are harboring rats...
The personification of slaughtering, that's...
the code of honor... I know they're goners.... it comes around 360, baby, come hold this karma!
Come hold these balls up... treat 'em like stress relievers.
Spit that COVID shit through the screen, you'll catch a fever.
They're just a diva, written text the index of ether
pressed against the Nina... yes, and this isn't Tekken, either.
Oh, you didn't catch that reference, huh?
I mean, take all day - I don't wanna put extra pressure on ya.
Your best'll get snubbed.. rest assured.
Don't switch that dial! So much beef on the rack, it just doesn't fit the aisle.
Throw a fucking sonic boom, at your head.
Yes, I'm enlisting Guile. These fists will fly, I'll... Drop a donation into that "wishful" smile...
Face will look like that of a missing child's
- goofy as fuck... at any time, please stop me if you've soon enough.
Juicy, the cut of this sirloin steak... have it plopped on your plate..
The finish line: but you're not in the race.
I can see how awful this tastes... what taste? Fuck face.
But seriously though, y'all know how good Bag is at RUNNING WITH EGGS!!!!??
No, then keep your mouth closed, like Peter Griffin, shutting up Meg.
I drop a 24 on you like, "That was just ONE of the kegs!".
Imagine that. You have dreams of being a rapper... AND your whack.
You put your song on SoundCloud, and then they ban your track.
Deleted your account, n' you still didn't get the hint.
You created another one, n' they deleted that, like it's "just a glitch".
Don't quit your day job - it's probably best to switch.
You didn't catch a break, but I'm pretty sure you can catch these "fists"...
I literally just throw 'em at you... your eyes wide open
Fucking looking like a Gollum statue... and you KNOW that, that's true.
ACHOO! Sneeze all over the sink...
I'm as cold as you think. Drop Molly, watch it dissolve slow, in the drink.
It's only a kink for Cosby, as he goes in the pink...
Or wait, was that Quaalude's? Cause, either way, that shit just ain't cool.
They said he was America's dad, Cosby had paid dues.
"I know he wouldn't drug all these women. I'm sorry, it ain't true!
It's all a ruse to lock up the man. I think it's just fake news!!"
Pfft... you gotta be fucking dense. Really, make some fucking sense.
Sterile to your governments... White America's loving it.
Where you think that slogan is from?
They shot a man in his heart, n' now you're left, holding the gun.
It's all a show, tell you "roll with the puns"...
Clap when that applaud lights on?
If He's America's Dad, y'all are all like sons... which explains a lot..
Just doesn't offer enough of a conclusion for this pain I got...
Abstain from evil, but feel the satanic thoughts...
Achievements that are gray in the game, a chain you just can't unlock.
But you're still dragging it, right?
I mean, at least metaphorically... feeling you euphoric, see a door I need to restore belief.
Or, I YEET!
Tell you the wait, outside. Don't get ate alive. Brave, rock the show, wit' Tyler The Creator vibes.
It's all a show, Geronimo - right before they change disguise.
Fuck an orchid, the portraits' here, so they paint their lies.
A New generation of sedation, chained to our slavery ties...
No real abolition - who the fuck lied to you??
You feel oppressed, because, that's what the system's DESIGNED TO DO!!!!
Only difference is, bigotry's hiding behind a room...
No, I lied. It's right, here. It's just hiding behind a ruse.
The operation's been built, if you find the screws...
The laborers in perfect synchronization, lined to Messiah's rules.
Huh, oh the book. Oh, that look.
You can catch a lot of a fish... IF... you throw that hook!

I bring multiple threaths like Gjengis Khan
Spread my seeds like a viagra infused dude who worships Islam

I am death i am destruction
I am how the cardiovascular function

i detonate upwards like a claymore mine
And leave flames behind like Seymores mind

Like Ceasars shrine
You get stabbed multiple times

Look at them hoes how theyre twisting their spines
To get that check with the sister in line

Im a mystery im

This is my prime... Autobots...
Taut'll drop some shit, n' you'll get your noggin rocked
like you're being stoned to death...
Either way, they're still having no effect on the game... so I guess they're only
left to complain. Was rapping ever since Instant Messaging fame...
on AOL... so y'all don't have to question the name...
I mean, damn... how old is he?
They know it's me... homie, we dropping rhythm & poetry...
As one, for something you'll go n' see..
I throw the code in sequence... know uniqueness, controlled
through the binary of decoded pieces...
You know the deal... flow surreal... standing under the limelight.
I'm like... the very definition of if you define tight.
And boy, you can barely breathe.
Turn the volume up, I feel like they ain't hearing me, G.
I swear they ain't comparing to me. Harrison, T-off on the see-saw of emotions...
That's why they feel rage whenever they approach the mic...
Oh it's like that? Yeah it's like that! I write raps
like Shonen Jump... Jackson & Tucker, over an open trunk.
With a view going up, so you know what's up.
Do like a Doctor asking you to a cough, homie, n' hold these nuts.
As far as shit that happened, it's something I won't discuss
in the public... painting the artwork of the Sistine, with miniature brushes.
So, keep your eyes to the ground if you wish to administer judgement..
Shit's sinister, huh. Don't get diminished trying to pop that can of Spinach
- for nothing, Pop Eye. I did this shit for over decades, nigga, n' got by...
That's why I talk fly.. like pilot instructors... lines, oh my
refining the substance... I got what they acquire, n' now
They're trying to go rounds, with the judges?
Like... is it even that important? Tyler Durden, smacking Norton.
The focus of attention, when they lack proportions to measure the metric?
It isn't in their finesse... walking the vertical plain,
against Magnus Carlsen, playing linear chess.
Syllable reps like barbells, well, I'm still in the sweats
- I was rocking days ago. Don't gotta practice my aim to show you laments hoes...
... How I get it rocking, f'real.
The top of the guild. I get it popping, the prophecy, filled.
Knock in their grills, like they're driving a truck.
Lot of bitches on Instagram that I wanna fuck...
Online, smiley faces in private, what's up?
Dogg Pound on rounds, know the mind, is Kurrupt.
And shit is sophisticated, a staple of the site.
Places, ignite. Try to run away, when you are faced with the light.
Monster head poking of the realm - he ain't gonna bite
- unless... all you got is hype n' you like to text... and I ain't impressed.
I've been depressed... sitting on the inside,
online, with the text. It's society, just.. waiting on the arrival, of guests.
- now. The text crown, truncated, to a verse.
Rent the space in my head, they're just waiting on the first.
I need my money, today, you gon' pay for what it's worth.
And you'll pay the sum of Merch, cause I made a dozen shirts...
Fuck it... got scriptures like... your split parents, given you mixed advice.
But, this is life.

I'm feelin it Celph, cuz I'm not feelin myself until that eggs gotten passed to me,
No forks only a spoon's the true vessel of mastery,
Cuz a slight change in cutlery selectional strategy can have serious effects upon your centre of gravity,
Eggsoskeletal motion in action,
I'm bout shells n white cuz movin yolk is the passion,
If the hen's stuck their beak on it I don't wanna have em,
Cuz when the eggs-pecked who the fuck knows what'll happen?

I work like a “magician” when I'm “changing” my clothes ,
Sword next to my pelvic by a dripping water bottle with a rose ,
I watched you types get drenched by my nines ,
After gettin roped up by a bounty hunter with knives ,
The pope prayed for hope ,
but god didn't listen ,
the world is in a situation that aint better than the dentist ,
When I shoot ,
you cat's duck so slow that its less than average ,
I'd slay you faster than a cheetah runnin 100 meter dashes ,
I'm a savage ,
Your a little punk like a racist roman ,
My depth goes deeper than rap so I rap like I'm chosen ,
The skill that I have is off of this planet ,
I jump out of a scene 20 feet in the air like I'm Samus ,
How could I be branded? ,
I keep it cool ,
No tats near the cross on my chain like Brandon ,
while you cats say you shootin guns but never answer ,
The messages in my flows contain cyanide and "cookie crisps" ,
You would love a "cereal killer" once you learn what meat does to your wrists ,
I'm a size above the biggest ,
with that much has to be learned like a business ,
I make so much money from my investments that god couldn't out sell me in lyrics

My best. Secret Star Shine Style.

The guns silencer is long as a unicorns horn ,
Study my jump shot in the streets with my handles adorned ,
I perform ,
the championship is a gift to me ,
I wear a halo ,
and its like levitations liftin me ,
Properly ,
No jokes told to the man if you wanna live ,
I'm one of heavens angels with a face like a little kid ,
My fists smash concrete ,
it flies turnin into magic dust ,
and a crushing touch ,
all because ,
I got gods tactical gloves ,
and now ,
I'm in my fifteenth year with my raps ,
Time is misery if you flowed this long being strapped ,
I'm shootin like a point guard ,
I aint got no breaks ,
the cops can't save you when gettin chopped your fate ,
At your head ,
I pop the ace ,
and it'll take a supreme court judge just to prop my case ,
I'm like cupid ,
I'll shoot you ,
but it'll make you an unlover ,
I'll flame your block if you send against me undercovers ,
You'd go through slavery black ,
Layin in uncle sams bed under covers ,
My shootin arms on hercules ,
My atomic bond is my brother

They play Tetris with their friends n call it a block party,
Vape CBD oil n listen to Bob marley,
God created my wang to be less dicky n more army,
Bitches get split from the offset - it's not cardi,
Am-on-ya like, this is how you really rock Charlie,
Who writes 5 bars then switches the rhyme scheme? That's super fuckin lazy,
My pet hate; pack mentality, new kids send em crazy,
But I know if dog act up - introduce em to the baby,
Ya know it's all Gucci when I kick beats,
They wish their shoes were real Gucci so they kick bee's,
My coats from the mink farm, but it's mink free,
I made it out the mink farmer n set the minks free

Dope, that’s natural karma...
I flayed a cattle farmer for my leather battle armour.
I ate a fisherman and threw his bones back in the harbour.
Raw. I pour ranch sauce on actual ranchers.
Forget a rabbit carcass, I’ve got trappers hanged in larders.
I set snares in bear baiters’ beds, shit’s snapping harder.

Looking at every territory I have to charter...
Sacrificial lambs in this industry, I'm-a slap the martyr...
Soft cuts, like a practice barber...
These cats are goners, now, from the farm, come out
of that farmers house...
Mississippi Burning - even the charred, get doused.
Money making, in large accounts...
Aligned in constellation, they see it, each time a stars, announced...
The epic show room, like an Apple litigation...
Spitting that venom flu... symbiote, nigga, even the the pen'll do...
- damage, like Boggs & Captain Hadley.
In your feed, you don't have to @ me.
Gains like Piana, but I'm a natural athlete...
The desire in me is building higher, I feel Messiah-like....
Iron Mike of the game, I'm saying, a higher type
...of specimen, the fire might reach dangerous levels, f'real...
With a downward momentum to this guillotine - it's head over heels...
Wait... 'head-over hills', that's what I meant...
They may be lyrical, but the skill doesn't match the intent.
It's mere flatulence... poof, then they're gone. While you're pondering...
where there gas has been...
but I'm still smoother than Angela Basset's skin.
That's akin to the heir, I swear that I have 'to wind'...
Back to being an asshole, since battle rap's in my acumen.
My theory of design is what I've carried, since my prime days...
The aesthetics is still there, even if their eyes, stray...
But I get it, it's typical me.
Flipping the key based off of principle, n' simple belief.
If I dissed you, believe - on everything - that this isn't beef...
It's derogative by nature, dog, rinse and repeat.
The plain field has reached up to interesting peaks.. .
I'm looking down... throw the hook in, now,
Then pull it 360, tell you to look around...
Yeah... all I'm seeing, is chaos...
Illuminati. Pyramid eye... doing a séance.
Dancing around a camp fire... with a cloak on.
Throw bombs, n' the team come together, like Voltron.
No conversation needs to be had...
Believe me, it's nothing but keys, and a pad...
Won't leave until the entire scenery, is aghast.
Pardon me, it's a task, of will... had the passion 'till...
I hit my 30's, now it's all reactions, fueling the traction, still.
Legislation of sodomizing, your ass gets drilled
And the reaming doesn't stop until those in power, have passed a bill.
"That shit is nasty, chill...." yeah... isn't it?
But guess what? 34 yrs old... and still don't give a shit.
Gray hairs pepper the beard...
A senior citizen, by rap standards, but I'm still menacing...
Yeah, I still cause heads to spin in a circle, bitch.
Look AT THAT SHIT GO! Looks like the crystal ball, at a disco.
It fits so... smooth, the dude... calling out flip mode...
Busta Rhyme, until... I hear siren drills, in the intro...
I'm kind of chill - in a bit more, but I'm rocking a mega cannon...
Neighborhood bully, with the paddle, nigga, I'm Fred O' Bannion!
Ugh... why your bars so long?
It keeps going, forever... little homie, you know the agenda.
I block the entrances off the spot so that no one can enter...
Nasty nigga, ripping out the baby, while I hold the placenta...
6 million ways to die... ain't no way
that you can keep the name, alive... the body's killed off
- but they say the brain survived it...
If you don't like how hot it is, then you can change your climate.
All praise to the highest.. cause we remain the suppliers...
100 markup on the product was explained to the buyers
But it's the vitriol of the plain, when the game's full of minors.

I come around every once and a while to remind ya's-
I dont give a fuck!!!!
the alpha will instinctively find ya's...

just to let you know- nobody is ever signin' ya's
i dont think they even cared or bother mindin' ya's....

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heres a quick freestyle I spit,
keys wild as sin- white lines
you feeling cocain side effects,
ima hyper tech-wiz when im counting beats,
every bar in every measure's so profound to me,
im not a care-free man, honor binds duty,
but my heads too swollen from smokin' too many dubies,

Virb snappin harder, I just go hard at snap,
Poised n waiting for the next card to match,
Before my concentration starts to lapse,
Slut wolf - I've already been through half the pack,
I I pause pause pause pause, that lines got just 2,
Eyes and 4 paws kinda like a wolf do,
I've seen some wild shit, kinda like some wolf doo,
Have em cryin over lost dogs when rounds howlin like a full moon,
Here I am again, station call,
Bought a ticket but I missed my fuckin train of thought,
Back up plan, headin to the navy port,
Remembered about snap, bussin decks, soon as I came aboard,
Celph said he's 34, with greying hair,
I don't think it's old it's just impressive that you made it there,
I don't think too much bout age, the day I'll care,
When I lose an egg n spoon race or fail at pairs,
And Black Hornets right on keystylers in a big way,
not one of us will get signed because of this page,
But I know that there's gonna be some slimey crock of shit paid,
When they drop in, read the bars, then bite em for a mixtape
Karma's on standby with 12 inches of dick rape

I'm leavin these cats confused like the light is dark ,
People think evil when the demon flames start ,
I'm past my mark ,
Get a little exercise while I'm runnin in place ,
Nobody wanna help when there's a gun in ya face ,
There aint another spot tough as the grave ,
I'm naturally aggressive ,
so the tech aint under my ways ,
I'm killin them ,
I don't see the positives unless there's real in him ,
I'm "hot" as ever ,
these other cat's just stealin "wind" ,
Its lookin nasty when these cats start peelin brims ,
I learned to stop the hurt ,
Beginnin to feel within ,
So I win…