Keystyle Cypher!

“Infinite circles”? this a different approach;
This a Fibonacci spiral, means it’s infinite growth.
This a Mandelbrot fractal: however closely you look, Celph repetitive.
Puts the Taut in Tautology, and it goes without saying, but check the rhetoric.

The crew backing Celph are... where?
Prolly hiding their faces in shame if they self-aware.
Yeah I’ve got a “screw loose”...
I get ahead on a thread and wrote-hate, that’s the true proof.

You seem too weak to “kneed dough” with your vigour...
No, he’d only “break bread” and stack chips if Taut iller.
Tortilla..?
Uh huh.

Every time you resurrect’s an extra death.
Your skill’s borderline all the time, so you mention “edge”.
Ay, when I raise the gauge it ain’t a “pressure check”.
Word, I’m referred to as “nerd” the way I get the tec.
Hella fresh. Professor X in lemon creps. you can’t ascend the steps.
You drop your shit and count on hearing back... you can assess the depth.

no one's assessing the depth of ya lines, you study asses in depth & your preference is guys, you couldn't free-one-four, that was a reference to pi, but it's missing the point like your 'keystyle' saying 'last edited by',
Close the loop with that, go back to grooming cats, before I booby trap your Uber cab, inspired by James Holmes and fat kid off superbad, when I draw a dick on your windscreen with an Uzi mag,
My batteries percentage is 2 from flat, I'm movin rapid now, you dance to Jauz, after I've locked in on ya granddad's house with a Panzerfaust, you'll have nowhere to vape CBD and watch rasta mouse

Playing RPGs the only time you use a “panzerfaust”. yeah it’s tantamount, I dug up more dirt than a badger snout. yo, hang about... I ain’t “vape CBD” bro I choose weed, and if it’s “rasta mouse” when the ganja’s out then it’s blue cheese. fuck a Bag, I’mma go through a few trees, like, whew-wee! when I type ain’t the only time I move keys. so sick my new steez like a flu sneeze on the June breeze. shit, this bitch got bruised knees. I’ll prove these are true “frees” when I ‘grab Bag’ like that old off the top rap fad where they’d pull out shit at random and then stack facts to match that. Yo, you shouldn’t backchat, ever, soft as bantam feathers, so your shit ‘Don’t Mean A Thing’; sweet as that jazz cat Ella...
Bag Mandela... versus... Krang and Shredder... that VanDamme fella... plus the GTA5 guys Frank and Trevor...?
Or, just Soar Kaid and Slick Trick? damn, that’s better

Yeah, I don't know, Virb... if it wasn't enough Bag handed your ass to you...
It's that you came back n' dropped that... n' still don't have the facts to prove...
It's absolute, you're talking out of your ass...
I'm seeing a splash a poop!... hitting you're ceiling, Virb...
yet, you have trouble seeing the collapsing roof!
Your run, here, has been one massive fluke... talm' bout RPG's...
When you bars and keys are a farce...
- the ease, of disregarding 'em garbage frees...
How we can forget charms such as "Taut illa", wow...
I could drop filler. How could I not kill this clown? (please)
A spot, feeling down. The trajectory's has never been clearer...
The template RapBattle's netcee will be an end of an era...
You're shouting, and I'm pretending to hear ya..
But, not exactly sure why you're hollering for...
Ripped you, 9-5 so that I can jive with your 'blue collar' allure...
Beat your ass, so quite frankly, you're stalling for more...
Been a 'write off' your whole tenure, but ironically, it's not 'on the report'...
Thank god you drop quotes, Virb, cause nobody's quoting you..
Only hope for you, is to delete that so you don't go more than 0 and 2...
- Against Bags... - bag pun, bag pun; none of 'em great...
You may have put in the 'leg work', Virb, but you can't 'run' from your mistakes...
Offset your ego, allow your pride to take on some of the weight...
Sounding so tied down, even your eulogy will come with 'restraints'...
Pump on your brakes... or pimp the ride out... the crew doesn't need to show...
If beating you was the only objective? They wouldn't even need me to go...
As clearly demonstrated above me... you don't resonate, here...
Won't catch a slap, orifice... but the gist of this will 'penetrate' fear...
- in his heart... or a fist... yeah ignore it, bitch.
Little boring shits dying over and over, that Kenny McCormick fits...

This ass seems to come with a Bag attached like fanny-packs.
I’ll put Bag in the air and keep him there like hackysack.

Hell yeah my “Bag puns” are bad ones...
I mean, if that shit was my job I’d get... ‘sacked’, son.

But, yo, all my bread puns are fresh ones...
Please, I mean, at least Bag-gets some.

You didn’t like “Taut iller”? that one fell kinda flat?
In that case it’s great I never mentioned the fact
I’mma show Taut toys and dump a shell in his back.
See? at least it was better than that.

I'm aggravated.
(Brash Raps mode - Activated)

I'm glad you hate it,
Smash the fabric of your ego's fabrications.
I'm done with patience, I'm in a mood too crass for "fake-ness"
expose the lamest, take aim, no games, just blast the stainless
NAH, I'm not one for gun entertainment...I mean, it's only the net - Who can blame us?
I'm just saying I'm taking names that self-praise, yet can't prove the statement
The truth is blatant - Your flow is stagnant, you can't stand it
Your every move is complacent with containment - You can't debate it
I'm not amazed by a thousand words that remain vacant
It reads all the same, just change the name - But I'm the only assailant
You're all victims, dumb-stricken by verbal ammunition
This cypher's a demolition, words driven to admit submission
Wreck the competition beyond recognition - That's a given
A composition on a mission - Fulfill the premonition
Futuristic vision - They want the beef 'cause they fear malnutrition
Bad decision - I'll re-write your history as a sad revision.

Virb's death will be nothing short of cataclysmic...
He had to rip it... Willy Wonka; this ass kicking will act as his magic ticket!
Or golden ticket? Whatever - you're questionable, son.
Throw 'em in the trash; he'll feel at home, lying next to his 'puns'.
He'll get left in the slums...
Talking about bread puns, I eat the last slice left
toss it out, n' then step on the crumbs.
Yeah, it fell flat. Man, that was the worse, yet...
Whether former or latter, he'll shatter before he can take the first step.
In which there are 12... not that it matters,
his dreams become contortions of fiction...
Forecasting a loss before his well wishers can force their predictions...
So, there you have it... I'm not hating, it's just sad to see...
The descent was so quick, it came off more like a flash to me...
Only a casualty... but that's his ego that's riffing...
See 'em, he's itching. Thinking of L's as a safeguard to feed his addiction...
Puns are dwindling, but, give 'em some luck...
Or a 4 leaf clover, to force-feed Rover's shit to adjust...
Bag gave 'em pi... he'll die with a tip of the crust...
Listen it's just... his carcass.. it still seems it's kicking up dust...
Slipping the clutch... can't disengage with the shit you play...
In other words, I'm just saying you suck... in a 100 different ways...

I'm puttin diamonds with the strobe effect around my neck ,
Still flyin wit these stones swingin , jewels down to my chest ,
AK sprayin with a high chance that I kill a sworn enemy ,
Movin like I'm fend to die , in the casket where they finish me ,
You slower than a doctor to put in cuts with the steel ,
I'll rid of the blood like a psychopath thats under hypnosis to kill ,
You take me lightly , but I taunt your smarts like a comedian ,
You'll never smoke wit me , see the trees that I'm breathin in ,
I'm ruthless in hood places , runnin dudes steelo so rough ,
that its aweful , and I'm makin fake cat's know my ego's corrupt

I made all of my beef cook wit a vengeance , its endless ,
Flyin down the streets in a bently coupe wit the tenteds ,
I gotta show my game in the hood to get the riches ,
So I rapped a sixteen , smokin a blunt that’s brick green ,


I'm drivin my benz , I'm runnin into people wit weapons ,
cuz dudes want my life like I was coppin for evidence ,
Takin lives wit the hilt of guns , get you hit wit a punch ,
and you'll lie in a casket wit embalming fluid inside of ya guts ,
You could destroy me but I'll arrive back like a ghost ,
I'm makin it glow and you gettin hit by a talon from toast ,
I face the killers in my place , murderin all of my victims ,
I lay em like patients dyin from a poisonous symptom ,
They speak of violence thats been placed in the streets ,
and I'm burnin them up like flames till the high heat peaks ,
You smile like your happy when ya glock is splittin flesh ,
but I teach these cats death like they at school takin a test ,
I sprayed every burner in my closet , put on the fire locks ,
I can avoid the cops in many ways but they watchin in ops ,
I talk gun play so dope that my slugs hard like crack rocks ,
so I keep my senses smoked out when I burn the trap crop


I made all of my beef cook wit a vengeance , its endless ,
Flyin down the streets in a bently coupe wit the tenteds ,
I gotta show my game in the hood to get the riches ,
So I rapped a sixteen , smokin a blunt that’s brick green ,

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Originally Posted by Celph Taut

Virb's death will be nothing short of cataclysmic...
He had to rip it... Willy Wonka; this ass kicking will act as his magic ticket!
Or golden ticket? Whatever - you're questionable, son.
Throw 'em in the trash; he'll feel at home, lying next to his 'puns'.
He'll get left in the slums...
Talking about bread puns, I eat the last slice left
toss it out, n' then step on the crumbs.
Yeah, it fell flat. Man, that was the worse, yet...
Whether former or latter, he'll shatter before he can take the first step.
In which there are 12... not that it matters,
his dreams become contortions of fiction...
Forecasting a loss before his well wishers can force their predictions...
So, there you have it... I'm not hating, it's just sad to see...
The descent was so quick, it came off more like a flash to me...
Only a casualty... but that's his ego that's riffing...
See 'em, he's itching. Thinking of L's as a safeguard to feed his addiction...
Puns are dwindling, but, give 'em some luck...
Or a 4 leaf clover, to force-feed Rover's shit to adjust...
Bag gave 'em pi... he'll die with a tip of the crust...
Listen it's just... his carcass.. it still seems it's kicking up dust...
Slipping the clutch... can't disengage with the shit you play...
In other words, I'm just saying you suck... in a 100 different ways...

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Nah you’re just saying that same shit the same way a hundred times.
I’m unsurprised. abundant lines, and still he ain’t beat one of mine.
It isn’t close, shit’s ‘cut and dry’; I’ll slit his throat and drain his blood supply.
“Forecast”, still waiting for son to shine... let me ‘summerise’:
I give this bitch a bunch of tries to adjust the rhymes until some align, he just fronts and lies.
I’ll flip his shit, no, I’ll slit his throat and quote the grunts and cries of son’s demise as he fucking dies.

Nah I’ll just attack his spirits til I’m paralytic.
He’s a standard critic. fuck a “magic ticket”,
“Willy Wonka”? damn specific, fam admit it,
You’ve got very little support here, like you running with a gang of midgets.

Without tagging in Bag, all you others wouldn’t have a chance...
He carries your whole damn club; only Bag advanced. [Bagger Vance]

You said I twist fiction? fine, sometimes I shit-talk,
But that ain’t the case when I came to diss-Taut.
Yeah I’ve got mad confidence and it’s well founded,
So that ain’t what I mean when I say I Celph doubted.

Soar Kaid, in terms of the current state of global affairs; what are your thoughts on NOBODY CARES

Virbs right about you sayin the same shit when you droppin raps,
You went from Phantom, to Bentley coupe to a merc, your favourite hobby? crash,
Wishin you could rebuttal this like 'thats how you know I'm poppin bags'
But I know your working your way down to admittin you rent a honda jazz,

You believe you can drive, you believe you can double clutch ya ride,
You think about it every night and day, standard rims cracked license plate,
You believe you can, soar, I hope you run in to a closing door, for goin on like some overlord ready to go to war, but they read your bars and you know ther bored like tony hawk

I'mma slay you cuz you the only cat up in the piece ,
Kill Bag Mandela cuz his low skills still urks us for weeks ,
Your on this earth for one reason , to make me crypto , (crypto currency)
Get out in front of your pimp and twerk it you purse nympho , (Bag purse...lol)
I flash that gun at bags face like I got a big problem ,
grip that tool when the crowds run away while I'm mobbin ,
I don't go hard on fake rappers like this dude Bag Mandela ,
cuz like "sex" slaves you "screwed" and goin to the top seller ,
I don't care what virb said about me , this is about you ,
don't think your on my level like top platform whatever you do ,
I will destroy you like a "judge" with a dislike for "gun play" ,
I'll have bag fallin out like religious women at church on sunday

look bag...

I don't understand how you can say I say the same raps ,
you suck and whats worse is you got a whack name "Bag" ,
I was lookin at your lyrics , you are an illiterate emcee ,
cuz you speak outta line , I wonder if you can even read ,
I can't believe this dude wants to bring the drama to kaid ,
I'll eat you alive in this place like I aint have in a few days ,
You should go back to pickin on little rappers on other sites ,
Don't go "light on" kaid cuz with me its lights out on the mic

chump...

Save it bredda, you're tryna race with senna, I know you keep it tucked, and call yourself Kaidlyn Jenner,

If I'm illiterate how can I read from the pages you jot you get manipulated a lot,
Cuz you think cryptocurrency is great n it's not,
It's there to make sure all of your payments are watched,
It's like you're unaware of how bad slavery got,
You wouldn't talk with those bits if you weren't failing to spot that blockchain only exists to have you chained to the block,

But on some real shit I'll take your girl to ibiza, couple nights at the Hilton,
Show her what it's like to live her life like a film n just have a ball on the island, like "Wiiiiillllsooon!"
https://media.tenor.com/images/a4e62...4d4c/tenor.gif

And if Bag ain’t do that, then I will...son.

Apologies in advance if this shit is ignorant,
But I gave your girl a “Senna”, I mean, a quick Brazilian.
You know the Wu-Tang track Icecream? Yeah? all day?
Well, that ain’t the same shit that applies to Soar bae. [sorbet]
She’d dry grass you out... you should hear what the [horse hay].
Listen here... she blows your balance like it interferes with inner ears when you’re in her rear til you’re in arrears, and...
Sure, you rock her world, and her world rocks yours...
I mean, Soar’s got his girl, and his girl’s got sores.
Ain’t know where that shit’s been, like “cryptocurrency”.
She’d trade all you’ve got for rocks. no Flintstones currency.
And since Bag seems to think this is his show currently,
I’ll put his carcass on the ropes, and that shit’s no puppetry.

@ Celph...
Where you at, Celph?

Compare my alpha wolf shit to your “Rover” approach...
Now you tryna play dead, I’mma go for the throat.

He told me that... based on my skill... he refused to believe I was new to the league.
I thought, aww, well ain’t that cute as can be? more compliments than one dude can receive,
Made me blush, all the blood running through from the knees, fucking, swooned in the breeze, and...

Shut the fuck up.

My self or Celph, which of us is rapping best?
The one without the ‘p h’, right? ...that’s the acid test.
And in that case, his result... hmm, well that’s an ‘f’.
I tried to be a nice guy and at least act impressed,
As rank’s addressed... left me mad perplexed...
As he sank in depth from a passive flex to this panicked, stressed, massive wreck,
From relaxed with pets and botanics sets, to sat depressed, prolly take off his tie to let me snap his neck,
Last words... ‘go on and do your duty’, like it’s Stannis death.
King with no dynastic spread, was he banished? fled?
To prove I’ve got no malice left, I’ll help him catch his breath;
As blood that bubbles from his lungs runs down the palace steps.

Your ongoing existence is some shit which I can’t condone, based on bars alone.
If I pass the zone of this bastard’s home, I’m leaving armoured drones disguised as garden gnomes.
More than a Dahmer clone, it’s an art to hone... sorry, I’m drama prone. I’ll leave a farting tone on his answerphone.
I’ll feed his dog his forefathers’ bones, til that bitch puts on half a stone, barks and groans.
This overkill, yo, for real, I’ll even leave his carcass owned.
This player putting up walls, I’m putting little people down to make a point: Carcassonne’d

Bag I'm a level above you man , why you think that I'm a buuie ,
That fly stuff is ok but what you got to punch me like a 2 piece?
Nothin , go back to your life of destitude and incomplete serenity ,
I'll go off on this dude like a bomb blowin up with infinite energy ,
uhh! ,
I'mma ghetto dude having to do you wrong , your a half breed ,
I got GMO seeds , putting magic in your food creating a bad cuisine ,
I'm a murderer on my team , fork your thoughts up with a beam ,
guide my shocks with bolts in many hues to turn you bitter green ,
Sucka you know this is a dream , but I'll have to invade your sleep ,
Go to sleep! , unconsciously smoke you like I had supplies of weed ,
broke ya!,
I'll beat you upside ya head with puns like "robbin hoods" stole ya ,
and I'll eat you like a "pop tart" table top on ya carpet with a "toaster"!!! (get it pop tart and toaster/gun?)