Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

(wakes up)
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Lyrics sick... like pedo?
WORD. That's NEATO! Covid's gone, but still, give me my 6 feet, though. (Please)
What I drop, is primo!
Put it on the scale, watch the binds snap 'fore the number appears
Not good at math by any stretch, but I'm the sum of all fears.
So, with that being said? I'm ready to catch my second wind...
Schrodinger's cat still in the box that I left it in.
I see the bigger picture, frame it, put it on a wall.
Get 7 years of bad luck, from breaking your chandelier jaw.
AH! You got to love it! BITCH. Pick up the pieces!
These are big shoes to fill. They can't fit in these sneakers!
Ain't even no use in trying. <-- How about that grammar absurdity?
Mark's coach, over his shoulder like, "Cram in more words there, B!"
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...Man, the nerve of me, observantly serving he.
Words will be third degree burns that need surgery.
It begs the question, how do I do it?
I took that little style of yours, n' then I improved it
You know. Back when we had DMUSIC.
I'd slap these kids around like they were my students.
Catch that second hand Whiplash trauma.
POW! Send you running to yo' BITCH ASS MAMA!
NA-UH. I'm just joking. You didn't do nothing to me.
As far as I'm concerned, Mark, you are a G. (congrats)
Remove the oxygen mask; give it some room, to breathe.
I'll drop a rap that will bring civilization to its knees.
Yeah... like, "admire 'dat, 'shun".
TAKE THAT TAKE THAT. Baby oil on the floor... that's not weird at all. (nah)
Especially for the people that don't fear the law.
Jesse Ventura filed a suit - didn't care at all (nope)
She just did it. Made him a admit it.
And after he did, my man, 50, put on a clinic.
Took the man to the slaughter. He spared no expense.
Had 'em asscheeks out. 'fore he could prepare a defense.
Not sure what's happening in prison, but it can't be good.
Perhaps it's better than rubbing elbows, with Suge
I mean, that man has his own demons he's dealing with, now.
Appealing it, how? The man was fucking guilty. You should have seen him in trial.
My lord. He looked miserable, n' wild annoyed.
The guilt was written all over his face, like The Island Boys.

[Celph Taut]

Nobody is safe here when my style deploys
Cause mayhem and destruction, stemming from the surrounding noise
Crowds rejoice at how profound the sound is
King me, I'm just wondering how this crown fits...
Studio director in the back, gives me a foul mix
Heavy lies the crown, when I drop it down know the ground, shifts...
Wow shit, not a single clown wanna browse this
Wipe out a Lollapalooza crowd with a mouse click
Nothing but flames in here when changing gears
It's a shame my peers listened n' haven't been the same, for years...
I've been deranged, it's sheer luck that I'm calm
When for so long I've been destructive beyond anything they would want to put on
Know that you're fucking wit' Zod...
Had me uncomfortable, dog. They're fronting with no receipts in their customer log.
Like I'm supposed to be the one to applaud.
I saw your hype, n' it was a facade...
A figment of your imagination; a fucking mirage.
In other words, not reality.
Not sure how the uppity can look down on me
One hit, n' their ivory tower, leans.
That's no hate. Furrowed brow,
Every word shall settle their dome, straight.
Use Negan's bat to send their skulls a mile from home-plate.
They're all gassed like their theories, it doesn't hold weight...
Kill the body, then settle the matter, probate.
"That's cold, mate."
Train of thought, mainly off of my own freight
If I have an 'episode'? It's your ass I'm putting on 'showcase'.
A cold case....
I mean, there's a body there, but there's no face.
Big loss, not even a pit boss can keep you hoes 'safe'.
So, shut the fuck up n' listen for once...
I'm running out of patience with you ridiculous cunts
You keep talking then, get clocked in your jaw... let's see if you 'tok' again
Give you a 3 piece 'combo', n' I just 'lock it in'...
Let the announcer give you the options, when...
A multi choice response ain't enough to measure your consequence
The loss of this, lower than Dow Jones stocks can get
It's obvious you were popping shit, n' your mouth went n' got you hits...

[Homicidal]

Sick.. disturbance-relaxed.. kick a perfect, perhaps, picture perfect enchantment
of twisted verbiage, verbalized fertilizer as I tip-toe it sprouts, my shit grows
though doubt chases.. bricks chiseled as I write the first of commandments
works of a mad man.. when eyes meet I see souls
either evil or peaceful.. is this the sequel or prequel
for I noticed it before.. so is it i'm cold from past trauma
or the thought of the hope that I hold so hopeless to control
as if I haven't learned from the past mistakes
and purposely lash out saying absolutely nothing
like deaf men arguing with imaginary acquaintances
.. it remains a desire, love, lust.. a painful reminder
it's vacant inside her and she hates that I made it revive
so she runs with a heart that's concealed
with thoughts rummaging on what karma can deal
whatever I guess, not like I ain't seen nothing before
and been left with severed ties like Columbian gore
.. so well written my spontaneous speech seems left out of placement
best for the basement where talent remains pleasantly crafted
where anxiety flees without pestering faces testing it's patience
.. the life of an artist minus the hardships ain't even art bitch
it's the pain we've embarked in claiming our hearts
a dangerous charter not made for those afraid of scaling it's waters
scared of elevating artistry.. pure hell remaining a part of
what ain't even paying the bills, but to hate would be silly
for it always comes crumbling down..

[Celph Taut]

Wondering how my life went to what it is now
Voices near me, buzzing around. Oh, what a wonderful sound.
So sonically crafted. Honestly, that is why
My lifeline has been comically plastered across this platform
The thoughts of that form viciously, inside of my head.
Trying to head my own smear campaign, but I'm kind of mislead.
One seam pulling onto a societal thread...
Where will you hide when the violence is shed?
Killing's a job, I'd rather retire, instead.
Admiring what I've long lusted for in life, despite it being the upper floor.
The gut feeling wants something more...
When you run a campaign, you knock on a couple doors...
In order to procure the reality that you run towards
However, even that can elude you...
Encapsulating the passion you move to.
Far beyond the dictated captions, on Youtube.
Manufactured realities that spin narratives
Generating a model to serve a lifetime's inheritance
Condensed so purely, it's like the game is rigged.
Any actual change will remain a figment of your imagination
Think new world order; purposeful wills...
Hardship we are cursed to reveal...
Actions no more honorable than the words they fulfill...
Remaining calm through it, is a cursory skill
To be coldblooded and empathetic through the hurt it instills...
Push rhythm through binary code...
Never mind the mind mining the coal...
Shining a light so blinding to those...
Attempt aligning to whom we're tryin' expose.
Societal woes perpetuated by those picking up rocks
And still finding the stones, inside of their soles.
Uncomfortable, but time only knows, and until you've learned more than that?
You'll still go for the 3 point shot, to keep your goals intact..
Frigid movement. They see the blueprint, n' don't react.
The same ones that say they're aligned with us, try to hold us back
Trajectory changing like day and night...
When you execute it, you pay the price.
Don't let money exchange in change for the same advice.
Remain enticed by the imagery, painted through words...
Expressed into a way that your brain can preserve its aim, when observed...

[Bag Mandela]

When observed in my natural habitat I look like a crack addict that don’t know where the bin bags are at,
I got an L shaped sofa just behind me, stacked with 4 feet of shit I can’t be fucked to tidy,
It’s dungeon grimey, could do with washing the walls,
I understand how it feels when someone jockeys a horse,
Since I gotta jump n hop in the hall over an obstacle course,
Just to make it downstairs when someone knocks at the door,
My boilers been broken for a year, kinda sucks,
Russell hobbs heater in every room it costs twice as much,
If I wanna start a business from home, I’d be fucked,
By law I’d have to make sure biohazard signs are up,
My lack of desire to correct it lingers,
I reckon I could claim benefits for my oppressive stillness as a progressive illness,
Mindset part warthog part mandrill like friends of Simbas,
The idea of staging a little fire is inspired,
I sleep on the floor cuz my mattress got ripped when I built a synthesizer,
Using sharp tools & soldering irons is a minor,
Unless you’re a crystal piper off ya tits n hyper,
In which case ya lifes at risk n shit is dire,
I’ve been to get help, but being a demented jerk n not wanted to peel back this dreadful curtain had me lying to my therapist to look a better person,
I’ve spent a lifetime fooling people, seem polite and friendly first n then if they saw what I was really like I’d be on some kind of mental curve that got me sectioned urgent,
I know it’s “urgently” but so what I’ve been up since Tuesday morning or something doing nothing productive just writing bars n making beats n the whole lot of em suck dick,
Anyway, I might be grumpy cuz I’m tired trust me but I’ll still end with a customary bar to disguise the fuck shit,

Your son’s kinda plump bitch, highly chubby, redefining “tubby”, gets out of bed using a giant pulley,
He’s too fat to start exercising fully, so I’ll take him to play tiger woods, but make sure the tigers hungry

4/10, almost mildly funny