Keystyle Cypher!

[Virbius]

@ Celph

You keep talkin bout my “history” on this site, but I’m new bro,
You just make me look like I’m experienced as shit after you go.
I’d rather hear Soar rap more bars about cars than this dude’s flow.
You talkin bout your “PM”... but that crap wasn’t true doe [Trudeau].

How you gonna bitch about politicians, prick, you’re Canadian.
Your politicians mostly wanna, fucking, help society and shit, and their points are salient.

You asked me to start quoting off a few of your compliments...
Like “your grammar’s great”... “you’ve got an aura of confidence”...
Then you started begging it on your former accomplishments...
Never thought of the consequence...
It was a basic admission you’re short of the competence
To withstand the force of the dominance.
Bitch.

So... I left for a couple weeks, now the vet’s back.
Yo I was busy building a jet pack for my pet yak.
No I was in the pen, trapped, til I left the feds’ necks snapped.
Nah this is just a note to Celph, so I ain’t gotta address that.

[Soar Kaid]

You mention me in your raps virb? ,
I took that as a diss ,
talkin about you would rather of heard ,
Stop jivin virb ,
you know celph's got the title ,
but I'll swing at you wit more Davidian hooks than the bible ,
Tower of Piza ,
this whippin is exclusive like the Ifle ,
I'm aweful ,
but in a minute you goin call me your idol ,
Virb you suck ,
your weaker than The Weekend at a bridal shower ,
and like New York harbor ,
I'mma sea'ze you wit my tidal power , (seize/sea's)
cuz I'm higher than you like a clock at the 12th hour ,
call me the money serpent ,
ya dividend's and investments devoured ,
you've been taken ,
Your a freakish beast ,
your rhymes are misshapen ,
against kaid you can see the sign of the bravest ,
cuz when I'm shootin the K ,
I'll be blunt ,
ya whole chest caves in ,
funeral style ,
but I'll keep ya grave inside of my basement

[Celph Taut]

@ Celph

You keep talkin bout my “history” on this site, but I’m new bro,
You just make me look like I’m experienced as shit after you go.
I’d rather hear Soar rap more bars about cars than this dude’s flow.
You talkin bout your “PM”... but that crap wasn’t true doe [Trudeau].

How you gonna bitch about politicians, prick, you’re Canadian.
Your politicians mostly wanna, fucking, help society and shit, and their points are salient.

You asked me to start quoting off a few of your compliments...
Like “your grammar’s great”... “you’ve got an aura of confidence”...
Then you started begging it on your former accomplishments...
Never thought of the consequence...
It was a basic admission you’re short of the competence
To withstand the force of the dominance.
Bitch.

So... I left for a couple weeks, now the vet’s back.
Yo I was busy building a jet pack for my pet yak.
No I was in the pen, trapped, til I left the feds’ necks snapped.
Nah this is just a note to Celph, so I ain’t gotta address that.

Hey. Just thought I’d drop a quick message to say that I like your writing. My battle lines aren’t necessarily representative of my actual views, just playing. You always bring a lot of creative angles and interesting references, it’s out of the ordinary and I appreciate that. Your style makes for a good read and it’s fun to battle against. Good form, keep it up. Peace!

Alright. So, there's my proof. Where's me, complimenting your shit?
Lesbian with no strap on - the reality is, Virb, you just ain't 'equipped'.
Second guessing your wit, addressing your mediocrity
with a semblance, it... just doesn't vibe with those that you are supposed to resonate with!
Buddy, history aside... I don't need it - you're lying prick.
we saw it with the PM's, so it's only right you're gonna hide your shit.
Speaking of PM's, say what you will about Justin...
cause Boris Johnson's been the barometer for success, right? right. END OF DISCUSSION.
Swinging back and forth from my balls, y'all see the pendulum, touching.
The high you get from this will be the rush that your adrenaline wasn't.
You've been outpaced and outmatched, bitch. Don't get it twisted, yo.
Beating you over a long abated run, isn't difficult.
On the contrary, it's quite simple. Your narrative, heeded.
It's clear you defeated. It's in your loins, and your background is here to repeat it.
When your pride acts as an echo chamber for an appearance, retreated..
And reaches such a fever pitch that even this won't dare to complete it...
The perennial peon; left scraps for him, to feed on.
Your verse isn't shit, without my verse, to read on.
You got the second hand respect from your peers cause I addressed you...
That's why there ain't no words for any other cat that you text to.
Came running here to blow off steam, well steam be blown.
Benjamin Button complex - he ain't grown.
Even made Ill chime in, but he kept it subliminal
Cause he's smarter now... word to art, without sacrificing the martyrs crown.
You had your ears perked up, so how the karma sound?
A prisoner of his own mind, which has no effect when real bars go down
Your dynasty's a foot note off of mine,
So while you're bringing up aura, you can find my other aura to walk behind.
Yeah, tell Ill to pipe down when the grown folks are talking...
Feel the weight of the world, as if Crono's was dropping...
I know he was often, running his mouth... but the reality is, that his opponents are locked in.
I read one line and then I killed 'em - that was the only precaution..
Just click the red X at the top, kid - there's so many options.
Or be down for the count faster than famous moments in boxing...
Going once, going twice, sold before it goes to the auction...
Homie's not in my weight class, his fake ass gotta roll, in the mosh pit.
Really, I'm holding him hostage. It's Hogan vs Ted Dibiase
credits rolling across it. And that's just for starters, Finesse.
Your garbage, at best. Dropping paragraphs
Trying to be the arbiter, next. Ill, try your hardest, it's just... I killed harder targets, for less.

[Slick Trick]

Your battle leaves you stressed
When your car flipped did you battle with your vest

Now you gotta tangle with the best
From all angles you get mangled in the flesh

Drop you like a hangar when it's dangling in Bangladesh
Thought Slick was done you confess

Ll shit rocking Black Panther on your chest
Flipped the script so you claim history

Make your damn own
Stay off the damn black bone

I don't care bout no camera phone
Look at the glamour make em look like Sylvester Stallone

When a dude elevates they call him a clone
But when a dude Hella hates invite him to Rome

[Soar Kaid]

I'm enormous in the game ,
bigger in frame ,
I'll annihilate a lower life form ,
all they doin is triggerin kaid ,
coarse tips to you fanatics ,
watch my average ,
I'm slow to be a journalist ,
but my direction this moment is rappin ,
I beat dudes with my force usually ,
Punk them out to show em how it is actually ,
I drain they lives off of a whim so naturally ,
see shells advance without a fit ,
call the fashion police ,
then I dip in a disguise ,
I seek the guns cuz they tempt me ,
Like Jarome Hemsley ,
Soar Kaid be spittin with fifty ,
Bodies get wet up ,
just because I'm feelin iffy ,
if you feel it then come bust wit me ,
I hate it when a cat shows off his burna ,
I shoot off mines ,
then my brotha can search em ,
I don't trust a man more than my brain can learn em ,
but I stick to it ,
makin my pistol formulate the aim ,
then like cane I serve em

...Get it...

[Soar Kaid]

Listen ,
I had dirt in my finger tips , Cleveland grime ,
I was buyin from the store with the save-a-lot sign ,
While cat's was rockin coogi , I was in FUBU ,
At job corps with bad characters eatin noodles ,
I was gone in my mind , thinkin chicks wanted sex ,
when I didn't talk to them myself ,
I had to learn that next ,
I was young in the days of greed ,
Mom's was outta money ,
spent her whole pay check when she bought the feast ,
I lived day to day ,
I was outside with the homies ,
tryin to get it while my dogs astray ,
I was rich in my childhood ,
My grandparents had dough ,
that's when they were alive ,
livin it payed ,
and the world is a platform where I can't succeed ,
I starved every day when I was livin wit beef

[Virbius]

Celph...

Yep, “there’s the proof”; there’s the proof you’re mad shook.
There’s the proof that desperation’s a bad look.

Yeah I told him his style’s quite eclectic and I respect it,
Coz outside of battles that’s the right perspective.
So yeah, that’s fine, he can quote my private message,
Like, “There’s your proof” ...proof the guy’s pathetic.
There’s your proof he ain’t kinda get it, or apply the metric...
His desperate moves are proof his lines were deaded and mine are dreaded,
They’re proof he shoulda assumed my dire threat ain’t the type to mess with.
Bitch, stick to the private message and cypher less if your lines tried reaching out and never quite connected.

Hold up, he sent a reply professing... how he feels that we’re really similar.
Delusional prick, you should feel inferior.
Wait, if he’s saying he thinks that my wit matches his...
Then yeah, that wasn’t really a compliment at all, it was a massive diss.

For real, you talk like we’re, fucking, kindred spirits.
Bitch, my only kindred spirit’s gin and guinness;
High proof, this some potent shit with a bitter finish...
I tried acting ‘cordial’, but ‘diss-still’, so this shit’s specific...

Taut, ya torture to talk ta. facts.
Your conversation’s dry as your raps.
You should all see his last message... but I ain’t about that.
Suffice to say I ain’t write him one back.

Your quote exposed that beneath the curtain I’m a decent person.
Your flow exposed that you’re weak for certain, think of themes as burdens.
Your prose exposed a deep aversion to a deeper version,
And you exposed how you talk on old achievements, never re-assert ‘em.

[Soar Kaid]

I'mma menace ,
I run out in the streets wit that street sweeper ,
Diligent like ,
then I get a meal ticket wearing a wife beater ,
I mold this game like it was shop pots ,
and I grab the wheel to the whip then I don't stop ,
Its a filty mess ,
Bloods throwin signs inside of the day ,
Shootin strays ,
They be runnin up to the cops wit the AK's ,
But I'm cooled out ,
Drinkin 40's wit my mossburg pulled out ,
You know that schools out ,
I go home and I smoke a spliff then I move out ,
I tried livin in this life with a dream ,
College didn't work ,
so I went back to shootin at fiends ,
The trap was where I whipped dope in my teens ,
I was successful ,
Inside the house with a trick and rocks on triple beams,
You know what I mean ,
Goin outside with my dogs to the corner store ,
Came back to the cross roads ,
my homies in boss mode ,
Brothas politikin about the rules of the G code ,
They talkin about the killers on the block ,
while I'm hustlin packs ,
gun equipped ,
holding this crack ,
while ten dudes wit the plug tellin me how to get stacks

[Soar Kaid]

I'm blazin good ,
Weeded in my mind wit the smoke ,
I'm at the house ,
puttin a razor on top of my dro ,
I'm in the streets watchin dealers deal ,
On the side of the project sites ,
watchin builders build ,
I run with mostly the hardest cats ,
Goin past back alleys where fiends would be starvin at ,
Walkin on George ,
A smirk on my face with a large strap ,
I'mma criminal rockin guns in concerts till my arms blast ,
You would never catch me ,
I'd be in the club in the V.I.P ,
Feelin on a freak ,
while other dimes wanna take me outta my jeans ,
I was sellin dimes in the parkin lot ,
The same time Bank America was markin knots ,
and I was crunk ,
when I was under the weather rockin cops ,
and that's the situation you cause to start the block

[Celph Taut]

Celph...

Yep, “there’s the proof”; there’s the proof you’re mad shook.
There’s the proof that desperation’s a bad look.

Yeah I told him his style’s quite eclectic and I respect it,
Coz outside of battles that’s the right perspective.
So yeah, that’s fine, he can quote my private message,
Like, “There’s your proof” ...proof the guy’s pathetic.
There’s your proof he ain’t kinda get it, or apply the metric...
His desperate moves are proof his lines were deaded and mine are dreaded,
They’re proof he shoulda assumed my dire threat ain’t the type to mess with.
Bitch, stick to the private message and cypher less if your lines tried reaching out and never quite connected.

Hold up, he sent a reply professing... how he feels that we’re really similar.
Delusional prick, you should feel inferior.
Wait, if he’s saying he thinks that my wit matches his...
Then yeah, that wasn’t really a compliment at all, it was a massive diss.

For real, you talk like we’re, fucking, kindred spirits.
Bitch, my only kindred spirit’s gin and guinness;
High proof, this some potent shit with a bitter finish...
I tried acting ‘cordial’, but ‘diss-still’, so this shit’s specific...

Taut, ya torture to talk ta. facts.
Your conversation’s dry as your raps.
You should all see his last message... but I ain’t about that.
Suffice to say I ain’t write him one back.

Your quote exposed that beneath the curtain I’m a decent person.
Your flow exposed that you’re weak for certain, think of themes as burdens.
Your prose exposed a deep aversion to a deeper version,
And you exposed how you talk on old achievements, never re-assert ‘em.

Ah, yes. In other words, no proof... plus your lacking aggression...
Asked you a question. You'd rather dodge it through lies, and other acts of deflection.
So now that we've established it, and you're shunned in your place.
We know you can deal with the truth... except when it's put right in front of your face.
Pump on your breaks... younging, you don't know my best...
Ain't have the drive, why would I put you on the roadside test?
Speaking of not writing back, I don't get where your taking this, dude...
my 'last reply' was basically ending the conversation with you..
Like I 'gave' you another chance to talk, ha! I am calling your bluff...
From your 3 day coma off the net; I think you've wallowed, enough.
Just acknowledge you suck. Even dropped the puns, they weren't popping, son.
Give it back to the wack OTVBA cat that you got it from...
Go ahead, screen shot it n' show the proof cause we know the truth...
The religion of the pathological liar - something he won't rebuke.
If the grass is green on the other side, then I'll expose the roots...
The type of nutrients that you're only getting from frozen roots..
Let's be real for a second, you reeling and stressing
...Over proving me wrong? And if not, close up shop, n' start moving along.
I'm looking at him projecting like his movement, is gone
Ironically, this is a board n' this cat is being used, as a pawn...
It's rudimentary, you gaining traction, but there ain't no making the grade...
Professor been waiting a day for his assignment so he can scrape away with an "A"
- ss whooping likened to "Capital Punishment"... shit's dumb.
But this, son? Will be the closest you'll ever get to a "Big Pun"
Nah.. not even that. His go-to is to talk smack...
I mean, he's 'off the rails' so much, I think he's finally 'lost track'. ...

Nah, too easy.


But the idea is this, you cease to exist.
With any certainty your keys will have to see the abyss.
Now, open doors on the way down, or leave in a ditch...
Killing Ill Finesse didn't feel as easy, as this... but damn...
Maybe I'm being too hard on the V, he's target to me.
He's head and shoulders in that farce he believes, he can hardly breathe.
The bar he set? marginal, we've discarded it, please.
Ran away with the win, he's trying to barter with thieves.
Listen, the bars you rapping, are target practice.
Key card - he isn't hard to 'access'.
Subpar, his conscious is hitting, in large synapses.
Keep hitting 'em hard until his heart collapses
Then 'brush 'em off' - call that a cardiovascular art of passage.
I tried to warn 'em... gray skies are forming.
He may feel alive, but his lies are lying, dormant.
You're a sponge, pussy, so try absorb it....
Or at least acknowledge it, though - talk to the dean.
He 'weaving' through 'em messages, but it's not what it 'seams'...
Looking at his computer like, what could it possibly mean?
I'll tell ya, Virb. It means, stop spreading 'em rumors...
I said you're a loser, as soon as they seen you get on the school bus.
You ain't letting 'em tools, bust... but you're certainly a 'tool'...
Conversely, this board isn't 'working' for you...
I know it's hurting to do so much but still see the curtains, in view
Since your verses don't have a 'point', nor do they 'click'.. so they're 'cursory', too...
Fucking baby... shit's feeling like a nursery room...
All out of gas, cause quite frankly this challenge wasn't worth the pursuit...
You running on E; you ain't hungry, to me.
Wanted to jump in the free...
Never gave me a run, but son, this will definitely be 'something to C'...
Said he jumped in the free...
Till I put a price on his head, n' then told 'em it comes with a fee...
Told him, he'll after to pay in either blood, or his keys...
Guess what he chose? Left for 3 days...
all I've been fucking shooting is free throws...
Sitting in exile, but there ain't a ball that's going in 'these holes'....
Outside looking in, so what do you see, bro?
Make 'em feel like a king for a moment when he's dethroned...
And no, I mean your head from your neck...
I keep pulling, but they tell me it ain't 'separate', yet..
Money on the floor, I am collecting a debt...
Ain't one line I heard of his, rock, so, I bet he's upset...
The gauge on his meter is much more than the pressure reflects...
You had the spotlight for a moment n' now your time's up...
Thought you were 'shining', but...
This diamond ain't got time for your 'minor' cuts...
Said conversation as dry as my raps...
I broke 'em in half before he realized it's a trap...
Took is skull n' had it 'moisturized' in his cracks...
You tried, so relax. It's over, stop denying. It's facts!
You've already died....
Use your previous verse as the mortuary and throw the body, inside.
I mean, you gotta realize...
The fact that you don't want to share your shit, are some obvious lies.
Raping this bitch so hard, I must have protestant ties...
It ain't over until I say it is...
Killed 'em so hard it'd make an atheist pray for this
Slay 'em, n' put 'em on the Rapbattles endangered list..
Your little circle ain't even in my 'radius'....
Turning different shades of blue till it fills the hue in my gradients...
- Look... fuck your moral and ethics; that's more to discredit...
Acting like what you dropped on this board, was prophetic...
Say what you want about Soar, cause I get it...
Your 'sore' 'bout Soar getting credit before you ever hit the board...
Mr. Nintendo 64... played out; this is war.
If you ain't a soldier, why they enlist you for?
Put his brains all over his little sisters bristol board...
I'm the last thing he thinks about, going to sleep...
He's on the forum board, riffing, trying to hold his mystique...
Overthrow an elite? That's a far-fetch theory..
But you're out of your 'weight' class... I see the 'bar-bench', clearly.
He's already dead - I can smell that hard stench near me.
So it's time to pour a bottle, for Virb...
Open casket, just saw that y'all can observe...
- what exactly transpired when the slaughter, occurred...
It's like "Lambs to the Slaughter"... and it looks like you have followed the 'herd'...
Who's delusional, now? Dude in the crowd.
Using a style that's been perpetually doomed by too many clowns...
And that's the gist of it. If you don't get the math?
- it's simple arithmetic. Based on 'principle', at this 'rate'? You lost our 'interest', bitch.
I know there's a pandemic going on...
but you need to social distance from your pad...
Cause everything up to this point? 'Been fucking bad...
The Irish would marvel at the kind of luck you had....
- cause you lack taste...
'Milking this for all it's worth', it's even worse when you lactate...
'Cut 'em off', I mean, I'm telling this 'cat straight'/castrate
You'd have a better chance showing up to a Black Lives Matter protest, in black face.
Then winning this, clean. Kid's in a 'dream'...
Watch his bars begin... nothing but 'rapid movement', each verse he's dropping's in "REM".
But you're asleep at the wheel...
Carving out your niche in that sheet rock, for deeper appeal
But numb to your own senses, so people don't feel.
I mean, we're equal, until...
We consider I'm more tactful, skilled, better comebacks, fulfilled...
I'm laughing, but it's no laughing matter that you lack the appeal...
This is the part where the violins play in the last act of the film...
While Alfred Hitchcock directs Janet Leigh being graphically killed...
Dog, it's over. Hostel poster: it's a 'chain-saw' affair...
You may be the shit where you came from (where ever THAT is) but not in here.
Don't get it, twisted. It's surreal to even consider...
You'd beat me, I feel the... disconnect is basically till what we see, is delivered...
And what that means is, you ain't delivering shit...
I mean, for what little exists... whatever you scribbling is still in the abyss...

[Celph Taut]

I'm blazin good ,
Weeded in my mind wit the smoke ,
I'm at the house ,
puttin a razor on top of my dro ,
I'm in the streets watchin dealers deal ,
On the side of the project sites ,
watchin builders build ,
I run with mostly the hardest cats ,
Goin past back alleys where fiends would be starvin at ,
Walkin on George ,
A smirk on my face with a large strap ,
I'mma criminal rockin guns in concerts till my arms blast ,
You would never catch me ,
I'd be in the club in the V.I.P ,
Feelin on a freak ,
while other dimes wanna take me outta my jeans ,
I was sellin dimes in the parkin lot ,
The same time Bank America was markin knots ,
and I was crunk ,
when I was under the weather rockin cops ,
and that's the situation you cause to start the block

Real shit ^^
Drop that ^ come back, and put more fucking bars on top...
Guard the rock... martyrs feel like they're being targeted by Toronto's Argonauts...
But shit, it doesn't have to be this way...
Dropping 'em keys... I got 'em themes, displayed...
Read it, it's guaranteed in the PSA...
I said I'm coming back, all these cats that I need to slay...
Mural for Eric Wright, cause this battle here was an "Eazy" day...
And they just have to take it, assassination...
See if the passion can match up to that elation...
Or the trip on the beach you had from your last vacation...
A bunch of jack offs shooting off, no masturbation...
Cue the list... I'm true to this music shit, wit 'em classics waiting...
- in the scoop... pillars collapse...
Use the broken foundation to fill in the gaps...
The almighty, still on the tracks... to remind them what their syllables, lack.
The only entity worth mentioning...
Feels like fencing, when he keeps fucking pushing his pencil in...
- the hole, the whole mentalist approach... they're analyzing the works...
Glass doors... each reflections see the lines, in reverse...
The gift, manifested. Open doors. No denying the curse.
You don't have to learn to drive, but you'll learn one day to ride, in a hearse.
Having respect for the battling rec, of many.
See the weapons, any personal reflections - nobody getting friendly.
Acclimated, outside of the culture.
See every angle before they try to insult ya.
If you aren't bred from that habitat, your mind's going to falter.
There's no in between, there.
Kids just seems scared. Messages on the wall that dissolve, after the screen clears.
The affirmation of something sensible, against your hope...
Use the guidance to let your mental, cope.
Freedom of speech, mental notes... diagrams prescribed to a higher plan.
"Can you hear me now" - a bow to the Verizon man.
It's like a virus, can't get rid of it, but your sinus can.
Teachers getting close to the pupils, there, like an iris scan.
Word to the lion clan... "Everything the light touches"...
Feel the weight in excess, trying to pay your bills on a tight budget...
The mosaic portrait, despite brushes...
Visceral, in its momentum...
Just letting it down, when a pencil's around...
See the constellation in every element, found...
Freedom of information is new root for the millennial ground...
Word... props to Soar...
I hear these other cats, they wanna talk so more...
Since their other TedTalks, got ignored.
Didn't have the blueprint when they get off the board...
Low on inventory, I don't need to check what they got in 'store'...

[Virbius]

Damn, I have to admit it... you’re an enormous threat.
I mean, for real though, you almost had me bored to death.
So I skipped through for some shit to flip, it’s ‘for the best’,
Coz I ain’t tryna fall asleep; I just ‘ignored the rest’.
My style’s quality over quantity... ‘more or less’.
Check out, fucking, Jon Snow here, atop his wall of text.
Pfft.

Now he’s real mad, if he wasn’t before...
So damn desperate for common support
He even compliments Soar.
Ain’t it heartwarming, they got a rapport.
Both of these rappers... for real, they’re top draw...
I mean, they gon share the same spot at the morgue.

Why you talkin’ bout “keys to see the abyss”...?
Thought your dogg Soar’d [dog’s sword] come out swinging like Sif?

Called me “Mr Nintendo 64”...?
It’s based on shit he saw:
I’m pushing little folk around like I’m tryna beat a Pikmin score.
Tony Hawk- his prose caters but it leaves me flippin’ bored.

N64? that’s the era that you rock?
I’mma take this dinosaur out like I’m Turok.

[Soar Kaid]

I take my shades off to you virb ,
you little soldier ,
Put em back on ,
and slide my hand over my holster ,
I'mma man of my word ,
and if I say I'mma blast ,
I'll have you lookin for cover ,
like you suffered from mags , (magazines)
You think I care if your a 'virb' ,
and your 'word' is the last? ,
Forget the verbal lessons ,
stop talkin cuz I'm pullin it fast ,
Put ya guns up against Kaid ,
don't try to run now ,
And the after effects of your diss ,
made me think of your dumb grin ,
Oh you think you won against Celph...wow...
I think you havin a hard time thinkin straight ,
Give this cat a kill pill and dig himself an early grave ,
Kaid aint the one to play wit fool,
I'll shave ya head off and split it up ,
in front of my pit bulls ,
it aint nothin cuz ,
I'll take ya chest out wit my tools ,
and watch you flip ,
like you got kicked by a mule ,
This cat can't see the light ,
or the rules ,
I can't teach him that the ruger is aimed for a duel ,
but in disgust ,
Catch him off guard with the stainless steel ,
Bust ya mid section and then refract it aimed at ya grill ,
If you survive then ,
I'll take my hat off to you ,
But until then ,
please ,
I'll beat the black off of you

[Soar Kaid]

I move fast like a light inside of the night sky ,
I'm risin up ,
why would I need to get more high? ,
I spent some of my life a centimeter in dust ,
Dealin Gretchin Wilson ,
as the feds tried to bust ,
but I moved over ,
My mind is sustainin indeed ,
I'm smokin dope thats been cut from the seed ,
I popped up with money ,
my pockets over runnin ,
wit packs and dimes that came from another country ,
I ran with moccasins on ,
the hood drama followed ,
I stayed on the street wit criminals and the hallows ,
Put me on ,
I'll be grindin with everything that I grip ,
Car glowin underneath ,
with the brights blindin the strip ,
My raps so nice that I prolly rhyme with the gift ,
Get on stage and represent the 59 on my fit

[Celph Taut]

Bored, yet... ya keep replying, you need refining...
Claiming 'grape' street... I see you whining...
Where your balls were lost, Virb, you need to find it...
I called ya Nintendo 64, cause your game is archaic...
Either way, you may have displayed it, it's bullocks, dog, cause I ain't gonna play it...
What you know 'bout rapport, aside from acting bored...
Then coming back for more... how ironic, then why you still rapping for?
Because it's entertaining, ya joke...
Fucking sinking, trying to play in his boat...
He goes down with the ship - so why you say you can float?
Heard you weren't a religion man, but you were praying for hope...
You fell face first the very minute you displayed your approach...
If this is Game of Thrones? it's season 8.
In other words, he ain't great.
Needing keys, so that he can mediate.
No spots in the morgue propped, on the board.
Die a million deaths, why you think you popular for?
Really give you 'wings', so how you harping on Soar?
If it's quality over quantity, I guess we're all failing to see it...
Spot on observation, I mean it's far from a gateway to a genius...
Only thing you've achieved here, is making me squeamish.
Went through the whole list of reasons why you ain't an elitist.
Now, I pick you apart, methodically, like you'll body me.
He's bored, but back on the board, so... he must mean ironically.
Iconic, I'm doubting it... went from a powerhouse
to the house of power... with an ego in check, to get his doubts, devoured.
Sounding like a zombie... he don't know it, yet.
a 'bore', leave what's left of his brains displayed on Adonis steps.
I got absolutely no respect for your phony rep.
Kiddie pool - you ain't showing depth.
But I got the "Juice", now - word to Omar Epps.
Deep down, he's struggling with his identity.
Lost in the ways of potential n' what is meant to be.