Keystyle Cypher!

[Bag Mandela]

Shine like cats eyes, categorically statin that this cat'll own ya,
Have you wishin you were free from this-pain like Catalonia,
Cat out the bag; Cat Mandela I'm a cataholic,
Clear headed, these pussies drink until they're catatonic,
Catch a body light em up, the cuts catabolic,
I'm him, in front of your name, call it cataphoric,
Every stanza stays structured, still its catastrophic,
Bring the fire man n have em up a tree, you can catalogue it,
Tryna understand why they reflect my sound it's cataphonics,
They copy cat til there's beef with police then no other cat'll cop it

[Celph Taut]

Yeah, so that's the topic.
Rob somebody's ass, then stash the profit.
These hulk hands? Could smash a comet; it's astronomic.
Call it a gut feeling, but these cats, should stop it
I'd see better raps up on a spoiled milk carton...
This arrested development would scare Will Arnett.
If you feel carnage, like I do?
Then, get you a sealed harness. And strap yourself in for a ride.
Cause I'm here to claim what's mine, I guess that's my Indian side.
Smoking up like native Indian tribes, lyrically I...
give myself some hideous vibes.
It's getting Litty - that's the slang, though.
Put 'em in an Olympian lock for that simpleton talk.
Like Kurt Angle; they'll wish I can stop.
But shit, I cannot. You'll need Herb to stop the fight.
Ya know, they say me and Evil's a lot a like.
A can of gas, and my thoughts, ignite.
But I withdraw my hands, cause I'm waiting for this clock, to strike.
Over your head. You know I hang, like a possum, might.
Or a possum, do. They say it's possible to be 6 feet
and not catch corona, but you can still catch the fade, if you're wanting to.
Let's be honest, you'd be slumped over your seat, like...
you were put in a calmer mood.
Big dogs on my block - call 'em Marmaduke.
I remember some cats were trying to push Karmaloop's ...
They were all over the net, like fake emails from big-pharma groups.
But now? That shit don't exist.
However, the fabric they sew? Is different than this.
Even banks, now, think that this? is some interesting ish.
Why? Cause there's money to be made.. it's the big appeal.
From being indie, and trading your soul for the 360 deal.
Am I over stepping my boundaries because they've crowned me?
Crown is so big, the head can't fit with a bounty.
Now we, absorbing that shit they push - Towlie.
You're a towel! Wording foul. Shit's about to get person-nowl (personal)
How the hell could you be a rapper n' not work the crowd?
With a heckler in the mix. If he has a problem, he blurts it out.
You have only seconds to react, and react wittingly.
Hit back with all of your might, n' act diligently.
The feeling you'll see, is unparalleled, a rush of endorphins...
Make familial institutions feel like they're a couple of orphans.
And what you were forcing before is more for
The people that couldn't accept it and now their perceptions aroused...
It's just the depth in which how you're able to pull, so...
The rest of the crowd is feeling your performance n' you can push consecutive albums.

[Celph Taut]

Shit's is effortless, now. I just step in this bitch like I never left
with the fresh kicks, looking like I'm the Fresh Prince...
of the forum, no justice or peace... or cuffing the beast.
Got the real estate, I jumped on the lease.
Bought up the property for a couple of G's.
Blessed, if you heard somebody sneeze, it was in your imagination
Cats are simply fabricating if they think they got it - I had to take it.
They had their pad, mistaken.
They were looking for mine... I'm the chef in this bitch, like Raekwon
I just cook up the lines.
Been practicing on the speedbag, now the hook is refined.
I throwing jabs instead of verbal punches if you rooks wanna rhyme
It's either a fist, or the wordplay.
You can have your choice, bird brain.
All your recognition's never deserved fame.
Talking to 'em live, like I'm Johnny Carson, no interview.
Transparent, they can catch both these hands, through the window view
of the limousine. See a silhouette of a fist
Coming out of that bitch, feel like a bomb exploded when it (kapow's!) on your lips.
Yeah, you'll see that shit, too.
And this is for all sizes, so, I'm sure it fits you.
Bare it all, like a bitch nude. I'm 5'10, but the ass kicking gonna be 6'2.
My attitude, can go from 0-60, like Rick Rude.
And that's for starters. I believe in Karma, I just don't believe
it could ever happen to me. The worse your karma is, the faster it'll be.
The faster I'll pile drive your ass through a table, like Dudley Boys.
With Dre's beats on, cause, I don't wanna hear that fucking noise.
Lot of wrestling puns. I be flexing it, son.
Doing all of my sets, into one. So, whoever come gets it, is done.
Finished. Finito. Looking through the fish-eyed peep hole
- of life. I did dirt, and I don't wanna give people advice.
One thing I can do, is speak on these rights
Cause they're like SOS signals for those that seek out the lights
My ammunition is unlimited. They know they can't finish this.
Cash under the table, no label, for several businesses.
Dirt on my fingernails, talking obligations
Got me favors for pushing illegal money, like office papers.
Yeah, imagine that. NO cap, it's official.
I'm back for the shit. World on my back, I can cause the axis, to shift.
Now, that's some legit cold blooded swag to boast.
Know that the swag braggadocios..
Enough swag to drag these boats with...
Flowing like water, ready to crash the oceans.
Build up the repertoire, though, I couldn't do it on past emotions.
They say they're real until they meet a man that's done it
Acting like they can handle it, they ain't even up to the manuscript.
Know the hump I got over, could make a camel spit.
Fire from the tip, got the candle lit, on the Amulet.
Indiana Jones jewels, so cool, they make you freeze.
Rats coming after the money, they almost taste the cheese.
I wanna place to seize, n' do my operations
... in private. They're so evasive, when they wish to eradicate what's inside it.
Dropping bombs on their asses, make 'em sit, n' chill.
It looks like this, can kill. Tailor-made, so, it fits the bill.
I make 'em bitches feel euphoric, when they're getting a shot.
They figured the dick was big, walked in, n' it was just like they thought.
Wrap it around their neck, until their out of breath.
Then fill up their stomach so much their organs will drown to death
the past king was omitted - this is the crown he left.
I may be from Canada, but I'm getting world renowned respect.
And STILL dropping bars that go over their heads
And they won't get the point of it, until the rosary's read.
You're supposed to be dead; check your pulse.
You don't feel the beat? You got people that are living, who don't have a meal to eat.
The shit I kick, charged it to the game. I got some real receipts.
Block medication, this remedy here, can heal the streets.

[Celph Taut]

Man... you seriously 'bout to go again?
When I hold this pen... nothing stops me from going in...
Head first, feet later. I defeat haters.
The first leader of the new world; I don't need favors.
Scratch the skin off your face with giant cheese graters...
Light the Taj Mahal, make roaches out of the freebasers.
Speed racer, no animation to boot with it.
Truest when I do this, I'm hanging like there's a noose, to lift.
What kind of tool you hitch? What's in the back of your truck.
Egg heads, do nothing else besides cracking me up.
But get this, a bunch of squares in a box that I can watch, like it's Netflix.
I mean, to me, this is breakfast.
Pretty reckless attitude that I've had to cool
It came from many years of angst, bouncing the ball off of that padded room.
Still casual, just like you imagined it.
No pause, play with me dangerous, get your cabbage split.
If you lettuce, you can take a knee, like your Kaepernick
Anything to do with blacks, is just looked at as being activists.
Fuck being sambo, I won't reach in this hat for magic tricks
To busy being Catholics to realize that it's sacrilege.
Love all, right? I'd rather be hated...
Then to live in the world, they feel a white man has created
And I'm not racist in the slightest, I say it to say this
landscape didn't come from one man, but the backgrounds of many faces
From ancient relics to stadiums... as your prayers be.
To 3rd world countries where drinking water's a rarity
They feel it in the air, it's invariably clear that they're aware of me
And in fear of what's counteractive to their beliefs.
Sitting up here, talking into the podium on what they're scared to preach...
.. -to the rebellious youth; a generation out of the parents reach
Bicentennial man; it was all in the plan
To the last grain of humanity falls, in my hand
And I squeeze it, until it dissolves, in the sand
And I walk over it... can't find a deity to knock shoulders with.
I'm supposed to spit this poison cobra Costra Nostra shit.
Get a dose and overdose a bit
Fill your nose with corrosiveness, when it comes to this posting ish - yeah, I pose a risk.

[Soar Kaid]

I pop more bottles of chris that'll have me drunk and swerved ,
People talk trash about me ,
I start puttin trash on em like a neigborhood curb ,
Picture me not enterin the ghetto with a another friend ,
That would be harsh for my image ,
I'm not that innocent ,
Brick in my hand ,
Tips in my gun ,
Poppin first and the grip puts you inside of the gutter ,
Breakin silent from a shot by the time you can stutter ,
Its no other ,
Pollyin with tide sheets and a rubber ,
with ya mother ,
Puttin fresh scents of lime to the bed after I stuck her ,
Partial shorts ,
Rappin till I lurk with the deceased ,
Criminal deeds hit these soft cats ,
Kaid rips em with the piece ,
The magnificent dueler with the trey pound pointed west or east ,
Time lord in a crime spree with a tech to your seed ,
If you higher than me then its north ,
and I pop a shot at your porch ,
If she low like the south ,
Then I pop a shot in her mouth

[Soar Kaid]

Situations got me fazed ,
Gargantuan rays of sun fallin on the neighborhood ways ,
Evil people pitch guys for fun ,
Mesmorized by money and I supply the place that I come from ,
I'm movin my eye's to infrared vision ,
I hope to fall on a wish but criminal ties sends me to prison ,
I'm walkin on land that eats crude brotha's and spits out prisims ,
Just because of their first intrests , (interests)
I rolled for gains ,
On my right got a workman's name ,
I made mile stones heaped from words that I took from my brain ,
I’m on for the spiritual thought down to my game ,
Pieces of grains sent down the awesome machine gears ,
Heavy menace to society sent down to hit peers ,
Most writers aint seen my times ,
Crucifix real ill like a million rhymes ,
I’m instilled with a busy incline ,
Beatin most rappers to take up a rewind ,
Although there’s still silence ,
I hold the torch for a man to put forth ,
mission fixed up with the bricks plush ,
Brotha’s stuck in the trash ,
My fashion smooth as the wool on a cashmere jacket ,
Full metal vest on with a tidal chain over my back immaculate ,
I’m puttin up the meal for a feast of olives ,
I’ll never go to yale or Princeton or some other college ,
Forget those study problems ,
But I see deeply into the world of the wolves while they frolic

[Soar Kaid]

My final style... Probably my best ever...

I see the world in different species ,
Light and dark ,
Good and Evil ,
I won't fool all the people ,
I move in a discuse that makes me look dense ,
But my mind is extraordinarily wide like a trump fence ,
You cats can't imagine the words on my pape ,
I can't say them cuz it aint for rap to desiminate ,
I don't discriminate ,
Cuz its easier to get killed now that they upped hate ,
I've never been afraid ,
The cause of that is that my lively hood penetrates you ingrates ,
Words are power ,
I'm fortunate to have those in my repitaur ,
I seize my feelings in my raps like some kind of mega god ,
Or a souped up version of Optimus or Megatron ,
I'mma don ,
You should know I only move to impress ,
Now your stuck thinkin I'm foolin you like the beginning of this mess ,
Your in check...

[Celph Taut]

Yeah. I guess I am.
Blessed to be doing this text, I am.
Exo-skeleton flesh, T-800 reprogramming, to flex my cans.
Uh. How do they look?
Can you see the vein? Vitaly, walking around, talking down on people who need to train.
He just spent 10 hours on Reddit; doesn't he seem insane?
If he can spend that long online, then only he's to blame.
Next to a window sill, spitting facts, in the freezing rain.
Howling at the moon, and to whomever heeds my name.
The X-23 mutant gene. "Marvel" at that.
Slicing vital nerves, to make it hard to react.
Just make sure, when you're reading each word, the bar is intact.
Commit a sin, to insure I tell Karma, she's whack.
Beg you pardon? Collecting egg cartons to balance, on spoons.
Figure Bag Mandela's gonna need a challenger, soon.
And I'm willing to admit, I'm a rookie now, since out of us two
He has literal tenure in egg-balancing moves, simply shit that I doubt I can do.
But, back in 2002, I was practicing for it
Back when, they use to ask what was cracking. I said my back-end support, and...
Didn't know what I was packing, so I pulled up to the track, and
had my shoes laced up for the day I'd finally pass 'em, and floor it.

[Virbius]

If you “floor it”, you forfeit;
My ford whip’s in orbit.
I take short trips up shit’s creek in a warship.
I perform flips balancing ostrich eggs on a forklift.
I keep taking the mick like I’m tryna horde it.
I never pay attention, like I can’t afford it.
Hey if I “spent ten hours on Reddit”, I’d have read it all.
I tried to hold up a bank, but it was pretty fucking heavy, so I let it fall.
I’m on road rocking a pleasant shawl to hide a skeng and maul.
I disregard laws of physics, I go against the rules.
I think I must be turning nuts... I use a wrench to brawl.

[Celph Taut]

Throwing bolts, right 'fore I Michael Jordan "clench" the ball
This mental wall is like Donald Trump, going through anti-Pence withdrawals
Speaking of Capitol, I don't need me a capital.
Fuck, my words are like capitals, lower cases, and vowels, too.
How'd you think I was pulling such foul moves
Put the money where my mouth is n' spit so much that the DOW, will lose.
A thousand views of me making How-To-Basic tutorials
with a carton of eggs, and power tools..
Enough soul power to pull the Trump love, out of Cruz.
And that's a lot of love to pull, which is why I mention it.
I mean, look at this pencil grip - it's really some suspenseful shit
Only matched by this hammer, I hold.
I drop it down, once, and then you watch the grammar, unfold.
USA - watching Canada, grow.
The revolution will be televised? I know it will be, because...
I am the man of the show... and as such, I'm demanding the role.
Or, now, hear me out?
I've been transparent all my life - what's there to be clear about?
Trump is shouting out fake news...
My momentum won't stop, because it's out of brake fluids...
Plus the reservoir is broke, so the ghost of rappers, escape through it.
But what's a man to do.
The feminization of hip hop, yeah, I can't stand it, too.
But here's a candid view not echoed by many.
Label whores make sure they can monetize, without you getting a penny.
And mask it as them, just being friendly.
You know, exposure and such.
The composer, a modern day Mozart, Beethoven and Bach.
- holding the brush. This Laurette would cause a poet, to blush.
No suspension of your belief is necessary - they got it covered.
It's a road... with a fork in the middle...
If they could support you a little, it would hit your soul.
But, they would rather maximize the greed...
There's capital to be had and revenue
And anything else they're attending to... you'll get diminished returns
And a percentage of any credit due... which is
all in your contract, if you actually read it through (you didn't)
I don't blame you; most people don't.
Shit's a joke. Normal citizens before the witnesses spoke.
They'd rather take the Nixon approach.
You're smiling, as they piss in your throats
And fill it up... over that 360 deal that is still witcha.
How's that affixed picture feeling in your back room?
You could sue, but what would that do?
You signed the dotted line, cause they asked you.
It's a game, just as they say it.
And you've been playing, ever since you were in day care.
It's all been made clear. You can say it like we would
the backroads, changed for Harvey Weinstein, in bath robes.
So, the people go where the cash goes.
Trade your soul for the day you'll grow. When inspiration has made you whole.
Trapped in your own autobiography - who will play the role?
Paved the road with bodies - you'll see it, once you can pay the toll.
Bravery? No. I'm still Learning to Fly, like David Grohl.
Still searching for my Nirvana, like Kurt Cobain, 'fore that brain explode.
Heisenberg of designing words... my, oh my,
was the lion served. Hit higher, a survivor of the messiah herd.
Cannon ball fire from the church organs, is what the choir, heard.
The same social pariah firm on getting DC to fire 'Heard
... from working on Aqua-man.
He's a half breed, that can walk on land. And that's only because he thought he can.
Fists flying, like minorities on an officers bodycam.
Catch forks to your grill faster than the build of the Maserati brand.
Me? I'm just fine with an an Audi, and, maybe a B-M-dub.
That's the only luxury that I need to love. Even if you got me a 2017, I would still eat it up.
I mean, 4 years removed for me, would be enough. If you clean it up
And give it a nice detail, you know what I mean?
Maybe a custom floor mat with an air freshener, to show that it's clean?
Roll down the windows for everybody when you go down the street
And maybe a nice honk to make the showdown, complete.
I don't know - where was I? Right, something about labels, and...
Them being greedy, it's the trojan horse...
The coliseum of the roman courts... in other words, a modern way you can go, with force.
Don't respond to your foes retorts... not even if he's trying to goad you...
You talk back, and that's the way they'll make society own you.
Misdirection and such, to question to bluff.
Extra pressure from the insubordinates, and the rest is enough
The guests you were cordial with.
The constituents who still went on their foreign trips, when COVID lockdowns were active.
If nobody's staying in, then, how the fuck do you track it?
How are big box stores open; telling you to put on a mask, then...
Leaders of the free world do what they want, on the backend.

[Virbius]

The free world leaders are lethal trendsetters,
If they ain’t wear a mask, come see V’ for vendettas.
The people rent fetters, they ain’t want freedom.
Ey... What’s treason?
When the people finally riot... and it’s for the wrong reason.
When they storm the gates of hell... to support the top demon.
Either that or they’re just out for a damn fight.
They don’t like gas grenades? Aww, what a sad plight...
Those same cunts endorsed police brutality during protests for black rights.
Ah... Shite.
I load blow darts in panpipes.
I’m only rapper in the world that my Nan likes.
Wait, that’s not true, she thinks Bag’s hype.

[Soar Kaid]

You cat's shrinkin from the sight of my guns ,
Compared to my food you brotha's only eatin some crumbs ,
When its on ,
I'm poppin shots to you in your whips back glass ,
I'll smoke you before you can press ya foot on the gas ,
I'll blast when I load the clip with a bullet from the stash ,
Pull the trigger ,
The hammer hits the slug in a furious clash ,
So fast ,
So much accuracy with the speed of a flash ,
I hear the passenger scream while you bleed on the dash ,
its all copacetic ,
See’n death could make you epileptic ,
In your last breath ,
watchin me stand over you with the weapon ,
Shootin the Smith to the Wesson ,
that’ll end ya life in a second ,
Everybody will lose your high presence ,
When the shotty lets loose till your livin in devine heaven

[Celph Taut]

What car you be driving? I like to keep mine revving...
Got a charming personality. I put it up there, beside Slevin.
Holier than my reverend. My rhymes bending the lines between...
Homer destroying history, by stepping into that time machine.
The brain the size of a lima bean.
And I hated the texture of that...
Make my stomach hurl, but I guess I am blessed to give back
to the pilgrimage. That fire-fighter in me, it still exists.
If you don't feel anything from the bottom up, you'll still feel a fist.
Forget the dean, been squeaky clean with the syllabus.
The Freddy Kreuger in me is rampant, know that I'm killing kids
If they ever 'keep dreaming', we even, but we're not balanced...
And if you got talents? I'd like to see 'em, because
-- they're not challenged. The top prowess is associated with the
crooked letter I. Everything that's been documented, is set aside.
The appropriation of my culture won't happen
I know you're getting by... off using it, it's ludicrous
if your threads, survive.
The scum of the earth, make Cronos feel the weight of it...
"Here comes a new challenger" -- y'all don't know who you're playing with.
The flow is watered down, because it's coming from the labyrinth
And they can't imagine it anymore with their tracking chips...
... in their head, it's disastrous.
Been the head; you'll get cracked to bits. You faction is destroyed, my boy
... this is a clash, of fighters.
Bred off the past survivors. No pacifiers for babies, crossing the path of tigers.
Torture chamber, grab the pliers n' pull a tooth.
Who they think they're walking on? Big Poppa Pump, when I step inside of that octagon.
Thoughts beyond radical, your average joe vs Atomic Blonde
I got a long caliber, like I'm Zero, at Comic Con.
Word... and that's brought to you by the letter of my name...
That's how I know there is general disdain
I said I'd go insane if they said I was elementary
I am, and, I can take you back to school, eventually.
My pencil be the dopest... it keeps me focused
On the target. It's hopeless.. every bar I approach with
... is gargantuan...

[Soar Kaid]

When I move its in a hooptie ,
When its on my dogs all ridin wit me ,
Slidin you cat's wit the right arm like Ken Griffy ,
You see the dust and wonder if Smokey made a demand ,
Mean while Chris Tucker is in rush hour with that dude Jackie Chan ,
You can smell me all the way to the bank ,
I'm shootin jays ballin cross overs ,
So I had to tuck in my chain ,
I work a man hard in the paint ,
My Jump shots is crucial like a joint out of the rap game ,
I'm on point ,
You see the valore that I wore ,
The clothes is banana's ,
and whats better I'm a savage on tour ,
I make that cash out of my own time ,
I Wrote lyrics that hide my smart side from my rhymes ,
I ride in a acura that my father bought me ,
My chick says its something that I should like proudly ,
Its astounding how many women I could hit ,
But my baby says ,
"You shouldn't be concerned with a trick" ,
I'mma heavy weight when I wanna be ,
but I'm not a wanna be ,
Good lord ,
I make my raps look more supreme than they seem ,
You people think yall smart ,
but my mentals take top flight and soar like a eagle or hawk ,
What you thought I would stop? ,
As a Matter of fact ,
I've only started pushin these weights to the top ,
You know I’m that boss ,
General fact in the east that I stay sweepin the streets ,
Pardon my junkie ways ,
Give me a marijuana card for my weed ,
Why can’t a man dream? ,
I'm Livin wit a shooter by my side like his name was Kareem

[Soar Kaid]

When we race ,
These cat's can't beat me ,
The gallardo's these rappers ride is on E ,
I'm stuntin harder than you ,
Jam the piece and see how it shoots backwards at fascist fools ,
Its time for me to rule ,
the jungle is awesome for its tree's that are smokeable ,
I am un-coachable ,
My cleats aint for runnin ,
their for pushin back ya top like convertibles ,
Take a sample of my recognition ,
And see that guys listen to the times and sedition ,
They're all stuck on hemp ,
In the house tryin to make it into a gym ,
I bring the hustle to a still ,
Money is what you should feel ,
I took losses ,
All the loans I got payed the bills ,
The guns is what I'm runnin for ,
The butter is harder to get ,
so I can't run wit whores ,
How many dudes is hard to dismiss in a hundred draw ,
I'm wearin Projek Jeans ,
In the pocket I hold cosmic cream ,
I ride in the streets wit lights that come on at dusk ,
Man I'm in a project dream