Keystyle Cypher!

[Ragian]

I start with a simple plan because I am a simple man
But that's not so easy living in this world, you gotta understand
Pretty soon you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders
Life starts getting stressful, depressing, looking colder
To the point where you wanna end your life
Because of excessive struggle and strife
Suicide yes I've tried
And yes I'm glad that I survived
Hating myself because no one loves me
Or maybe they do but no one hugs me
But now I learned to love myself
take my meds and embrace myself
So shout out to God who was always watching over me
I'd do whatever he asks of me as long as he stays close to me

[Soar Kaid]

I’m colder than the lava in a lava lamp ,
Cuz I ram the clip in the tech with my modest hand ,
I’m from another land that builds to the top of the hills ,
The president couldn’t rule over me ,
because my wratchet kills ,
My shot instills the ancestory of death in yall ,
But these guns might jam so live life to the rest of yall ,
The street has an eerie way of letting me know the rules ,
The lights I contain are too bright ,
it’ll scold you fools ,
No one in the clique that’s a crip like we over the blues ,
I’m not your average college student sippin mocha in school ,
Paper could make you kill for a better livin ,
Bills can do you in ,
Lesser wage worse endin ,
This world is a few continents ,
on one I stay independent ,
Diesel Magnum ,
And theres nothing left to do but to aim with it

[Celph Taut]

My brain legit in Sicko Mode. This is so... difficult, to comprehend...
Look at the fucking paper, then jot it in...
Said there's Skeleton's in my closet when all you see is the rotting limbs...
hanging off, then I jump out the dark when the clock hits ten.
Some grimy shit, I'm trying to rise with it...
The same way they're trying with neural sciences...
Walking over the precipice, where no lines exist...
Shoot all this shit, to clear up my sinuses...
My mind is this visceral instrument causing violence...
Ever since I was a boy, I was stuck in a void...
Act like a flight instructor when these knuckles, deploy...
I fuck up shit with a six sense, to kill... intent is still
In the thin lens, of will.
Intense, until.... I got me the scooter, on top of the cruiser
propped in. I hop in, maneuver like...
I don't care who's right... I'm going out swinging, bitch,
I don't lose a fight.
Tools are like Batman's, particular skill.
Hillary still shell shocked by the momentum, cause it's fitting the Bill.
Shit's f'real, don't get stole on trying to be a hero.
Or get Rob(bed) for your Di Nero...
Feel like Jason Borne, with an arrow.
Fair warning that their formula's sterile, and impotent.
I'm interested in making interest, and dividends... the country club is livid, then.
Black boy making that white money; Oh, they're sick of him.
I don't even play ball, but with the rock? I'm-a swish it in...
They were saying shit, but I knew I had to grow thicker skin...
The flow's magical, see me walking 'round wit' The Witcher's grin.
Chea... *sniff *sniff, son - I know me a rat...
Handing out my slices; it don't get more 'Spicoli than that...
bounce it, over the back.
The *choo *choo CHOOOSE me - Ralph-ass nigga's didn't know I could rap...
I show 'em I be rolling through tracks...
If you're recovering addict.... you're going relapse, I'm dolling out facts!
Mad Max mode, the ass-hole that's...
... throwing a match, at a gas stove... squirming in his straitjacket, until a latch, blows
Cashing in on my alumni image to drown out my past woes...
Kids, I'm not your idol. Far from it.
I've been here for 18 years, and watched the bar, plummet.
Basically watching Mars, cometh.
Nothing short of Bizarre, was it. Got a large stomach.
Balling on a child-star's budget.
Bro, what you know 'bout grey hairs, in your early 30's?
My 'stache got it first... damn, my gosh, it hurts.
Hear the church bells ring, but I'm not in church.
Catholic girl, rocking skirts... at my show, bought the 'merch. (she did)
Role-playing, I'm a doctor, she's a costume nurse.
Half-German, full-thot, I gave 'er the Bratwurst...
Uh... but that's typical me...
I ain't tripping, this shit's a different degree.
Y'all running game, in an interim league.
In other words, I wanna speak wit' your bosses...
I ain't preaching the gossip...
The downfall, you'll get whatever leaks from the faucet...
Fucking drifters... yeah, it's my pen, you'll fear.
The pendulum's near... driver side, but objects are not closer than they appear..
Fake friends, in the background, pretending to cheer...
They dropping albums, I give 'em one line, to end their career.
Then it's back to business. They have to witness
the talent, cause the craft, is vicious.
Macking catholic bitches, guess my actions, be sacrilegious...
Me and Sammy, out stacking digits, like mathematicians...
Stroke game: cocaine - they be having visions...
AH...my code name is Mudbone, to the ribs.
Your hoe know what it is... she holding it, like she's throwing a fist...
Black Snake Moaning 'em chicks... getting 'em Blacked- fucked...
n their husbands turn to cucks... if they act up...
I'm in the crux, like Pac spitting, at the reporters...
Game on display, so grab up your quarters...
Bundles, back from the border...carrying small axes, like Apache supporters.
Uh, tell Ragian that I play to win.
They ain't want me to play, but I still made it in..
Two-tone design, the sign of my gradients..
Canadian, but been around longer than the Arcadians, chill with all of ya lady friends.

[Celph Taut]

Deflategate: bring Brady in.
Level 2, the metal, blew.
Nigga running, I turn his body to Jello goo.
Hello, beau'.
Your bitch, sending me pics, in her bedroom, nude.
"Hey, babe. Went out with the friends. Luv ya" ...is what she's telling you!
Damn, bitch is colder than me.
She trying roll with a G. Bro, you KNOW what it b!
Don't act like you don't... you'd do the same.
All of this fire... can't keep this fuse, contained.
Rolling up, loud... see the exhaust shooting bluish flames.
Rocking congruent chains..
Got myself in some shit, but, all my lawyers got Jewish names. =D
Damn, maybe that's a sensitive topic...
So much flow, it's like the blob when it enters my pocket.
And that ain't even what I'm investing in stocks with
Dollar signs, based off of mental concoctions
That's real life - what it feel like?
Pimp game, keep it sealed tight.
Cutting it deep, it don't even heal right.
100 pure, Blue Magic - shit's too tragic.
They level I'm at...
if I wanted to reach yours? It'd take great effort, in peddling, back.
Baseboards, but I don't meddle in that...
The kind of requiem type shit, that'd make your mental, collapse.
Take your head clean off. Yeah. I do it, proper.
Sick notes. Don't even have to go to a doctor.
Truant popper. So much students going through my locker.
Super rare shit to the core; come get a view of Hoffa!
Yeah, macking, in essence.
Christmas raps, bring me back to my presence.
To kill a cat before he can even finish half of the sentence!

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The wrath of a menace.
Filling in the gaps, like you're lacking a dentist.
Never had a day off, they had to my pass my attendance!

[Celph Taut]

And yet, I still have something to say.
Ya know, a shout out to the cats that released tracks
disc jockeys were reluctant to play...
Pull my dick out n' nut on their face...
Your reality of life, is a fucking disgrace...
But anyways, shout's to 'Kaid.
Feel like this is my power play.. turn 24, to half-an-hour days...
Being 30... n' feeling 40, while spitting 16's...
which means, by definition, I'm predatory, or pristine.
Not leaving my plate, till it's clean.
Won't be long until I awake from this dream...
It's in my genes, or it 'seams'...
But yeah, older than I was a year ago. I hear it, though.
Me last year, and this year, ain't comparable.
Me, being alive right now, is nothing short of a miracle
Since I was pulled out of a flipped-over car, unscathed and hysterical.
Yeah, so don't tell me how... you smell me, now.
Sitting across the room, with a healthy smile.
Bargain bin, with a wealthy style. Man, do I ever rock this shit, like pajama's.
Shit's bananas, I had this in my gene as a kid, without manners.
And now, I'm an adult, with a fuck-you attitude I'm straddled to.
You'd see it my way, if you actually had a view.
I'm sure you're still figuring out the magnitude in which
I navigate every avenue
So every compliment you give me feels like empty platitudes...
And that's just the gist of it..
Saying you're this, and saying your that...
Me, rolling my eyes, as I'm playing your track.
I mean, there isn't any other way to react.
You're simply too plain-Jane, to attack.
Still in the grocery aisle, practising my aim, on the rack.
And still feeling the same, unashamed to build off the game, that you lack.

[Celph Taut]

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.

[Slick Trick]

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

[Ill Finesse]

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

[Slick Trick]

^^^^^ 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

[Slick Trick]

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

[Celph Taut]

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.

[Bag Mandela]

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

[Slick Trick]

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

[Ragian]

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...

[Celph Taut]

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.