Keystyle Cypher!

[Soar Kaid]

I'm the same dude in the last post that burnt up ya brain ,
The fo fo's shots realities converge on ya frame ,
Guns is pulled with no hesitation and much discipline ,
Aint no jealousy in a dead body ,
a lot of them entered in the regimen ,
News anchors say I’m a sensation ,
my politics voted into the game ,
I'm writing raps that are on lock like a chain ,
You’ll end up froze in the snow ,
Messin with these Radicals wearin Levi’s washed in stone ,
Leave the crooked ops alone ,
They’ll disrespect a good family ,
righteous ones are foes

[Soar Kaid]

Its disrespectful when a coward tries to hate on you ,
Joinin up with these cat's makes life more relatable ,
I buy from the detestable stores ,
they wanna skate on you ,
I know its Grade A beef thats not degradable ,
I walked in the snow knowin nothin other than the grind ,
I was fresh in my FUBU until I got arrested for a crime ,
You live nice with your Playstation 5 ,
life aint the same when we die ,
Cuz we repent to the god that we pray to in the sky ,
I wonder if the game "wonder" on sega genesis was even hot ,
These are the things we think about in a struggle we have lost

[Soar Kaid]

Secret Super Star Smasher Style... This is catchy

Put Drugs in the hands of a criminal that don't think straight ,
Dump shots at innocents ,
they run until they feel like they can't ,
I'mma rider shovin the uzi out the window at a playa ,
I guide the car down the dark streets like a hurst paul bear'a ,
You won't survive the neighborhood ,
This aint white civilization ,
I'll close your casket in a quick manner like you was a mason ,
Your chick drinks me without the chaser ,
I'm from the bare bottom ,
Brung her to the crew ,
She was lovin us like she wanted you ,
I make omellets outta you cat's ,
I'm fixin pancakes on the stove ,
they're stones ,
Its the crack that rose like dough ,
Sniff it like Al Capone ,
Puttin white to the already white toned anatomy of his nose

[Soar Kaid]

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[Soar Kaid]

Brotha's is too involved with homicide ,
Even if we don't fight the cops ,
We all gonna die ,
Its hard enough to live day by day ,
Wondering if our money will be stolen by those that take ,
I could be on the block with my dogs and get shot ,
Its the time of the criminal where cats can get popped ,
Most brotha's get in a fight and don't let back ,
If the brawl goes too far then a head gets clapped ,
They talk about the other kids clothes ,
so that dude gets mad ,
That kid liked em until he lit em up wit the Mack ,
Who wants to be black? ,
Being a man in the ghetto takin care of my family ,
Unfortunately aint goin stop a another man from airin me ,
I’d be on some revenge if I turned into a rider ,
Cuz I thought I’d go tough ,
hoods don’t like no outsiders

[Soar Kaid]

From the looks of the hood ,
All I see is fake cats ,
Forget givin you food ,
You’ll get straight jacked ,
You better lift weights ,
Cuz brotha’s is hard as impala’s ,
Fightin them is like fendin for your last dollar ,
Like I give a care ,
I started givin less when the pain upped ,
You cat’s will face pay back when the trey pound bucks ,
So expose a faker ,
It seems like on the inside they are naked ,
They’re never loyal ,
They’ll find the first opportunity to snake ya ,
I’m walkin outside on the streets with a smith concealed ,
Or sittin inside my house on the couch with the smith revealed

[Virbius]

Black text..?
Now he’s mad vexed.
I show up to a damn set in a cab wreck, toss a blank cheque to the dude with the cracked neck, and then nick the wheels.
I’m Neo if the “Smith’s revealed” coz I don’t think your shit’s for real.
My writing’s got that Pinter feel... if Pinter had Dilla’s zeal, and if Dilla had Big’s appeal,
And I’m a bigger deal than Pun, if Pun, uh, skipped a meal.
I imagine Soar’s raps read in a squeaky little piglet squeal.
Sorry.
I ain’t need a smith revealed,
I just need a stick to wield.
Ninja spiels, with different feels... in pinks and teals? Soar’s on it.
If you think he can’t rhyme for shit and ignores topics, that’s some flawed logic.
Kid could pen a faun sonnet, his texts get red like his Porsche. stop it.
He ain’t even show his true colours like it’s all honest, he could drop some dope shit but he keeps it more modest.
I respect that.
Posting in black though..?
What’s up Picasso, did they ban mauve?
Be yourself Soar, don’t go where the rest of the pack goes...
Don’t react to mine and Bag’s goads...
If you wanna post in damn mauve, post in damn mauve.
If you wanna hit up a rhyme cypher with blank prose and not stacked flows, then make that so.

[Celph Taut]

Cats know the difference between the lines, but they ask, though..
I have to tell him in a manner to which I feel like an asshole
However, if the shoe fits... I'll need a new sneaker...
Double-sided glass, just so that they can preview the ether, on deck.
Phantom limb - I won't even need to reach for their neck.
The strength off of one line these day's enough to beat 'em, to death
And even if it doesn't, it'll be enough to leave a few breaths
Inside of their lungs, while coughing out blood, cause, the scene is a mess.
Fuck food for thought, son, this is some shit that they need to digest
I mean it, finesse delivered intravenously feeding 'em text..
Even if it's down to the wire
I'll trip it, to throw a clown, in the fire.
Since I simply pen this shit out of desire.
And by out of desire, I mean, there's no steps to repentance
You'd have a better chance having Tito Ortiz correctly trying to get through a sentence
During a UFC press event. While being goaded, by Chael...
Don't get thrown on the pile.
So many dead bodies on top, the shit's going out of style.
Tell 'em throw in the towel; them hoes in denial.
I'm at home, in the wild. Jumping up like Ron Artest, trading blows, with the crowd.
At Trader Joes, in the aisle. Peep the temperament.
Packing the same power Alistair Overeem beat Brock Lesnar with
I'm stepping on these Leprechauns.
Carry the diesel - word to Decepticons
My record's long overdue for respect, my dog.
My G. Don't watch the leash, shorten.
To a degree, you're guaranteed to see the beast, forming.
And since that line is now out there, you won't need warning.
For it, aside from signing release forms so we can record it.
Yeah, walk around - don't need the pad.
Better believe it, I'm in their business, like DJ Vlad.
They can tell I've been bad.
Crushing their melon, bars circling around their head - shit's looking like the Peloton ad.
Damn, and the ball dropped not long ago.
I wanna know, it's 2021 - who want them problems, though?
Not a soul. Been the problem, long before Brahma Bull.
You talking, I got a dog for every problem, like Paw Patrol!
That's some kid bars for that ass, you'd know if you had a kid.
Still, I was beating asses since a child, so
... That's impressive, by playground averages.
Was on some savage shit. Taking Lunchables, and trading you my knuckle sandwiches.
And it wasn't so much trading as you'd give it up, or you'd get it, free.
So, by rate of inflation, that's like a 5 dollar entry fee.
I know my math is fucked, but, no way to put that gently, b.
I was McDonald's in that bitch - 1 million served, 'fore elementary.
Mentally, they can't cope with it; they need it, in dosages.
Frank Lopez with the coke, skill so ill, that they were Jonesing...

[Soar Kaid]

Ok this time just for you virbius I won't use any style at all. Just a raw 3 minute jot.

Virb I'll hold you to your raps ,
you seem to have a problem with claps ,
So like vitamins "I'LL TAKE YOU OUT" of discretion of the trap , (trap as in THEE trap son)
I'll slash your thoughts and only leave a little blood residue ,
Cuz your too fat like you said like pun to face the residual , (double meaning... understand)
Which is me , (or your blood)
I'll take your tee and flee out the door with your ski's ,
Up in the hood with the iron poppin you while you ride down the P's ,
You must be in need with those tired flows ,
I'll make an example out of you if I chose so ,
Eat you alive and bake your remains for my asian dog Bolo , (bolo off of blood sport the movie)
Sorry you got rejected by Soar Kaid your superior ,
So absolve that with the man in the mirror ,
You are near inferior with that style that you rappin with ,
Stolen "cap" for your head ,
I'm placin poison on the "brim" tip ,
You better understand

[Bag Mandela]

The plot is hidden but never impossibly lost,
If I don't know my job have I accomplished or not?
I hate myself for doing nothing a lot,
I'm either a deluded pauper or modestly posh,
I arrive at social gatherings n the comedy stops because I haven't been programmed by the same topical nonsense they watch, every laugh I fake like getting socked in the crotch,
I'd sit n cry in the shower if I bothered to wash,
Sit and cry in the shower? You sound like a bitch,
Stand up stone faced arms out what it is,
At the peak of Corcovado mountain with this,
Relentlessly crossing off names written down on a list,
Cuz sometimes the way to shake hands is pounding ya fist,
Duality, I'm ashamed that I'm proud of this shit but peace is only a concept war allows to exist

[Soar Kaid]

I throw down with a side of rum ,
Dumpin shots in the millenial ride ,
I'm cool stupid ,
Thats why I exposed the haters to the movement of pride ,
You'll die a loser ,
Sickness will kill you fast when you hit ya 50's ,
I'm sippin yack ,
Goin against the kid ,
you get the crime payed for in a bid ,
Mackin these chicks evens me out ,
Whats really up is the clovers that I get lucky with ,
Dimes be lovin this ,
I'm covered in diamonds like the MJ concert ,
wearin a glove like a oven mit ,
I stick in the club with hits ,
Shakin the drinks up ,
spillin the bloody mary more than a mind ,
I'll mop you up ,
Pull the shotty from the section that I popped at from behind ,
But let me refrain ,
Comin from a world in vein from the pain ,
I'm rippin cat's apart ,
Diggin into a mans brain ,
that dude will end up with a hurry cane ,
My dogs aint glam ,
They shockin the world with more cop cross checks than a infamous man ,
I went gold but I turned it down within inches of hand ,
You cat's been in the sand ,
Debatin these eagles to the desert is left in the cold ,
Left on ya footing ,
Left to ya cheek ,
So you feel the mystique ,
You drop garbage ,
Thats why I'm formin a rap out of nothin so you hear some magic ,
I was born outta wed lock ,
I'm so depraved you can get ya head popped ,
Or rocked ,
Somethin like craig did to deebo when he got his head socked ,
I pose a threat to you MC's ,
Free with me and feel a cold breeze ,
Give it some time ,
They should overture you if you leave out the place with ya life ,
I got steez ,
Pray to god that I don't take ya wife ,
I'm spinnin oldies to this messed up trife ,
Easin the pain to only feel more grief has its short comin's ,
So I'm with a vibe that can ease up a beautiful short woman

[Celph Taut]

^ Damn, shun.


You ever watch a channel, it's not something normal thoughts can handle?
You change it, and all of a sudden your TV box, gets scrambled?
Probably not, right? Unless you lived in the 90's.
That was 20 years ago, so I feel that shit is behind me.
And all we got now, is digital signs we have to adapt to
Cyberpunk 2077 is now, dude.
Like, how can you not see it? We might not live in Night city, but
I ride with the neon lights flashing across that nice Fiat.
Or that Abarth 500, or the Telsa Cyber Truck
Keanu Reeves was apt for the role - of course he was fired up.
I admire the nature in which they chose to aspire us
Is similar to Rosa's plight, sitting inside that bus.
Yeah. Say no to Lil Pump. Say no to the loss of your character role.
Ubiquity is for those who don't care for their souls.
Sorry for the blanket statement.
But you got what I meant. Being ambiguous for the sake of the rhyme, was not the intent.
However, it happened - get over it.
I'm walking over these boulders, with the same vision as Moses, seeing that bush, on fire.
- like the solstices. Holding the world on your back, with its crippling weight.
Turning the hands of time to wrestle it back from the Sisters Of Fate
And jump on the opportunity to destroy what I could
Throwing hands at the heir, like Cuban Gooding, in Boys In The Hood.
I'm my own Bizarro - you can sing it, beautifully.
If my pride dies - I don't want you to honor it, posthumously.
Walk through the gauntlet to counteract the losing streak
34 yrs old with the strength that Bishop in Juice, believed
That's troubling, but so is my past.
Yet, I can still make a toast to it, that's the type of motivation one would need to hold up his glass.
The system is broken, but the will, isn't.
Throw me under the jail, n' smile for the last of my family members that still visit.
The black ambition - they treat it like it's a real sickness
Saying modern slavery's a denomination for meal tickets
To build the white collar business. You're just good for the college interest.
For scholars to buy back their $100 dollar drinks with
So, it goes back in their pockets.
Feel the lack of a conscience when your run is over, and you're packing up boxes
... in that fulfillment center, at Amazon.
Can't see the foundation in which you're standing on.
It's all analog.
Being spiteful, shadow boxing, with the hands of God.
Spatially aware to prepare for that corporate-brand applause.
Go get your fucking check. Interrogations can teach you
This fearless nation deceits you, with the Ego-Up effect. (technique)
They put your hands on your shoulder, while you're crushed, in debt
With smiles on their faces, while saying: "You haven't suffered, yet"
And really, you haven't. You think you have.
You look at it, differently.
Normally, the self-aware can pick out that outlook, instinctively.
But who's to say when the ink will bleed?
Or when it will dry? That point is tenable, guy. They say it, as a general lie.
Lady Liberty can see. I'm sure you all would agree...
Narrative is all that matters for the laws you believe
To be flawed. You're deceived by it. However, that's a topic for another day.
You see out of that chamber pot, on a summer day, then runaway.
Some are plagued, and don't understand the effect it has
on their psyche, because their too distracted by Tik Tok's, from Sommer Ray
- included me. My point being, to get off your high horse.
My source, the almighty being of the tri-force.
Zelda style, while lies sort of feel like forgettable proof...
They're telling you, to absorb from the ones that embellish the truth

[Ragian]

back to the beginning, my world spinning
im suffering just trying to be winning
fall down seven times get back eight
yo its never too late to be great
in the ring im heavy weight
no you don't want to underestimate
my style is vicious
punch you in yo mouth it won't be delicious
I pause to reflect on my rhymes
sometimes just to ease my mind
like a diamond im destined to shine

[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.