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

[Celph Taut]

Word, so many fucking words go a mile, from Hungary
Style is funny. Joker smile, throw a match on a pile of money.
Watch it burn. You'd be crazy if you were not concerned.
If you're burning money financially, you got lots to learn.
Burn through your idiocy faster - that's a short wick.
You're in courtship with your thoughts, while your balls are on a divorce trip.
Only thing dangling between your legs, is the remnants of what use to be...
Couldn't dream it back through a regimen of lucid sleep.
Brain on a sundial, in an eternity of pitch black...
Go to hell, talk to the Devil to get that itch, scratched.
Get bitch smacked so hard, the reverberation will make your ribs, crack.
You kiss ass, n' use the doodoo stains when your lips chapped.
Not something I'd like to imagine, but assured you are probably doing...
Robbed you of the resources needed for your canonical movement
Want to improve it but, you used it up.
Didn't do enough to it to include it, you is a useless fuck.
Clueless, what basis of reality did that thought form?
Live a life in lieu of everybody that was not born.
Magical, yet to be stated as if it is bravery
Blade from me deep enough to make a civilization, bleed
The fuck does that mean, though?
Draw attention to myself like TikTok and Magneto.
Fans blow me, but I cut 'em off before they're spinning tales
Built an empire on top of two lifting scales
They'd imagine it was hard to achieve that type of karma, indeed.
The backscratchers, harboring greed.
Through a pyramid marketing scheme.
Fuck facing off. You are better instead to start a regime.
Selling your soul, tenfold, to garner your marginal cream
Charter a scene so uncanny to those that haven't seen much...
Demented poses so that you affix your iPad screens up
Yet, still isolated. Crush effects from a mighty force
Thick leg workout to rip the seam off the tiny shorts
Wanna die. But first, set up a camera so it is monetized.
To a backdrop of LOFI shuffle playlists, on Spotify.
Can't cauterize a perpetual wound, refusing to heal....
Or be bombastic in your truth to reveal. You do it, n' that's how you lose your appeal.

[Bag Mandela]

Lose your appeal, appeal is illusory,
I stay hungry n high like the modelling community
but haven’t been off my food since I used to be a fan of san pedro and shroomery,
I see dudes on the corner n move em along,
Visit prisoners to tell em “You are doing it wrong”,
Stay sharp or shit go from losing to gone,
Shortcomings have you leaving where you used to belong,
I be longing for truth but it’s so long in the tooth,
It’s starting to look like something poachers’d probably shoot,
I’ll bone ya wife n wipe my cock on ya fruit,
Glans on a pear like her knockers are huge,
I can tell I’m aging, my penis a test tool,
Nowadays I nut it barely reaches the next room,
I used to make bitches scream in the bedroom,
When a faceshot would have em leave with a flesh wound,
It’s not a night being ravers in bright green lasers when I snipe these haters,
I hunt em n make taking a life seem shameless,
Get buried in suttin shallow, like teen phases,
And then the prey a rot, like Chinese gamers, (I dont CAP MULTIS, thats a lame-ism, but I do use italics for racism)
If that resonated hard n you ain’t figuring why yet,
It’s cuz the “L’s being R’s” is your typical mindset

[Celph Taut]

The difference is, I bet nigga's ain't gonna try test...
They stupid as they come far as battle rapping, so why stress?
Rather I relax, n' say what I wanna'...
They can to, to distract them from the pain that they're under.
What I'm not gonna do?
Is let the regime slide - I'll push the obstacles through
Let it breathe, then close the oxygen tube.
If they help, I'll knock the doctors out, too.
Angles like a Big Brother house - I got every possible view
So, the shots that I do
are like horse tranquilizers for the hospital crew
It's a wrap. Gift a gab. No wounds healing up,
You shouldn't rip the scab.
Passport bros, I mean, they're tripping, bad.
Hopefully I said it loud enough that you're listening, clearly.
The real thing, shut down any thoughts of a revisionist theory.
Lord willing, are interests can vary... but the outcome doesn't...
An alchemist of devout discussion...
Shit is 'ill, I doubt that these Clowns can touch IT...
Not Tim Curry, nor Bill Skarsgard...
Ink bleeds to the page...
Oh, there will be blood, to keep the readers engaged...
Left the car on the road - ain't feed the meter, in days.
The mind is unfettered access to what is perceived, on the stage...
And the stage is nothing more than a couple doors...
Leading us to the inventory stored away, in the cupboards drawers...
My mental state, is succumb to wars unfathomable to the human mind...
So, how the fuck would you know when you're still a couple of queues behind?
Truman tried exposing the reality they prepped him for...
How do you bleed lineage out of two decades from a message board?
You don't. You rather experience it, n' report back....
Gob smacked by those lauding themselves on their job, that...
Is probably best described as a psychological Saw trap
Thoughts lack the depth to talk at lengths with the raw facts
Blanks act as strengths to those losing the information
To be the same people purported to speak musical innovation
It's crazy. I must be going cuckoo...
That machine of yours? Got some screws loose.
I said fuck it, give me some "New" News...
Have to refrain from using my hand as some kind of tactical aim
For slapping up some cats for speaking on behalf of my name
Last laugh for a dying comic...
Feel the news cycle is like a flying comet...
Hitting the earth, while they're writing comments
Feeding the delusion. You are reading an illusion.
I'm saying it's fucking simple to see the seeds of the confusion...
Which is seemingly amusing, yet equally provocative...
Awkward as those not capable enough to talk on it
Try their hardest to be the arbiter for what's going around...
Drowning in debt...mortgage cost holding you down...
Can't breathe... use this money loan as a life saver...
Might wager you'd be better off being killed, with a lightsaber
That is wielded by Luke Hobbs.
You've read some stories, just know that we are the true gods.
You can't get this info from news blogs.
These are huge odds. Quickly frankly, you'd faint trying to take...
On this horizon. I'd say that'd likely be a giant mistake...

[Celph Taut]

Never mind all the hate...
Drop a rhyme, see the lives lying at stake...
Fuck giving me my flowers when I'm dead, bitch; I am awake.
Leviathan, break every lie you were trying to create
And they're wondering why I am a great.
Cool. Don't wonder much longer then.
How you gonna set me up against someone I am much stronger than?
Shit is a comical to me, they'd probably sue me.
Funny lawsuits, like what you saw in a movie.
I'm Scarface, when he's drawing his Uzi.
Watch the body as it falls in the jacuzzi.
Probably 'cause is as soothing as watching modern Gods of a movement.
They didn't execute the idea, yet wanna draw up the blueprint..
Smh... die of laughter in the final chapter...
I exact a execution that's equivalent to a giant rapture...
You were cool a decade ago, but I was sliding past ya...
Reciprocal blade going awry until every side is fractured...
FUCKKKKKKK.... n' now for my final trick...
Build your feudal empire, on top of a pile of shit...
Jedi mind legit able to crack the circuity...
Certainly give your metaphorical electrical box a purpose, b.
Aside from short-circuiting... speak to me in binary code...
As the people deciphering is replacing every 'i' with an 'o'...
Can't shake your mental shackles - where you trying to go???
Idle, as though you gauge every movement on a societal hold...
Certified diamond, I show the rubric...
Old as balls, looking for the road, when they won't improve it.
So, they sell their souls to them to say that, "it is only music"..
That's a fallacy, n' I won't excuse it...
Sweeping victory, but ... who is pushing the Omen's broomstick?
I don't know, but tell that to those they can hold the nooses...
Hanging around your neck... as you dangling down, the steps...
Swinging back n' forth as it slowly strangles you out of breath...
Wondering if you'll black out before it snaps your neck in two...
Yet you were there for minutes, suspended - how you'd expect it to?
I'm of the respected few to 'cause death to Doom...
With a record moving at such speeds, you would need interplanetary travel to sew' the exit wound...
Death by a million cuts... shit is silly. It's nuts.
Turn the ceilings, to dust. In other words, tell 'em, really, what's 'up'...
God-body, if you haven't heard...
Use the language of 'ill to tap a nerve...
Give you exactly what you cats deserve...
Crack the manufactured urge you got be the one, in here...
You got a full tank on your reserve... but it runs, on fear...
That fear? Consumes you.... with an insatiable appetite...
Death to a hater... just so I can kill his ass in the afterlife...
I am back, 'ight'... get off my nuts... dressed to the fucking 9's...
I don't give a fuck what's alive... drop something that will take a couple hundred lives...
Shit, I'm more efficient than a cult leader...talking in riddles...
Get dropped in the middle of an ass whooping, n' I'm not being civil (at all)
You looking for cordial? Dig up Mr. Rogers corpse...
If you die? Your mother can be right by your side, n' I don't got remorse.
Give her that Ivan Drago stare, as you watch, in terror
Floating over your body
As she's pushed down the iconic Rocky stairs...
Yeah, bitch... how's that for a 'role'?
If I snap, I'm-a go Ken Shamrock vs Bulldog - in other words, a complete lack of control..
Squeeze you by your Slim Jesus neck, in a grappling hold...
As referees hold me back, but I won't ease up 'till you are flat, on the ropes.
'Till your as purple as Barney's face...
With a death they can hardly trace. Body gets calmly placed... inside of a laundry case.
That's stored inside of a gnarly place... ugh.
And I won't act bewildered... if the detectives ask, I just had to kill ya'.
Black Noir. Action thriller.
You better act familiar. Your pussy ass lacks the skill, so you rap, with filler.
I rap akin to a silverback gorilla. Your rap? Vanilla.
My rap? Atilla. Your rap? Concealer. My rap? Is realer.
I don't know... wait, yes I do.
So fucking Blessed, that you'll be the next I chew/achew.
Somewhere in the 'Villa. N' that is just the view.
Shit that I was blessed to do.
The answer. That's why the 'ask' for me, but they 'question' you.
I'm flexing to a point that my flesh goes blue.
I mean, there's a zero summit to which I can stretch it to
This is death to whomever gets in a reckless mood...
Check your tune. Or expect to be up next, when I execute.
Straight shooter. Ain't no minute delay, I take it straight to ya.
Obscure your face, like the Great Muta.
Should've came to me if you were wishing to deal your fate, sooner.
I would have happily did it...
Michael Rafferty, while he actually fidgets, after his sentence.
Master linguistics.
Don't have to rap against your manufactured statistics.