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