Keystyle Cypher!

[Slick Trick]

I throw punches faster than Tyson
You're cast into damnation what is your intention for fightin

I crush my enemies in the end im victorious
Officially or unofficially never doubt what i does's integrity

I profess many things come test my abilities
You must want heat the way you ignore your humility

You'll forget to bleed go eat your abilify
I started so limiting

Used my head as a weapon
A mixture of things got my enemies sweating

All i do is to sport
You peak your head to holla bout to get fucked in your court

I'm a pitbull in a cage some step forth
Open the damn door i wanna fly a plane in your newports

I'll fly a plane into the committee
blood gore blue blood dickheads and titties

Step up the UN building with a van and sit it
Blow up Stoltenberg while he thinks i'm kiddin

Get my homie to shoot up the Rights Tribunal
Bunch of dirty fuckers bout to get taxfree funerals

Your pseudo intelligence got you itchin to mention roman numerals
My flows on point youre just slow like bootycalls

British people are beggars at heart
Nothing ashames them they'll suck your dick for a landchart

Got their asses kicked by an Indian guy in a diaper
About the same time Winston franticly started looking for the lighter

Thought it was a fart but no it was a stroke
A scone sliding off the tip of his lips as he goes for broke

Now theyre chanting "Britain" with a Russian guy as their leader
The biggest circus they claim sovereignity of since Ceasar

[Celph Taut]

Yeah, I am the leader.
Got the fire of Jeter, acquiring the Miami Marlins; my mind's ether.
A sign it gets deeper.
The boy wonder. The man wonder. I drop it, while...
They figure out a ballpark number to knock around.
Who got the keys to the office, now? It's monumental. I'm back, Jack.
A triple threat. 3000 pounds of pressure, dripping wet.
Big chain around my neck - slavery glory.
With my name on the first page to inform you it's a bravery story
That you came to explore. My pain is euphoric.
A lot at stake, like a chairman and the board of directors - there's blood in the water.
So, don't let the coroner get ya.
That's fair warning, don't get your head diced. Tony Spilotro.
Inside of an empty warehouse, being pried from a head vice.
With the wolves around me, like Head Ice.
I'm dead nice. Mr.Rogers.
My set like the green screen. Make anything happen - back wit' the dream team.
Scoring baskets, before our practice.
Too ill, you can't ignore the tactics.
Finger roll. Let it linger, yo.
I'm a sick puppy; it's only right that I bring it 'home'.
This is my whole life. Immeasurable talent, but also illusive, like a drone strike.
Dr. Arthur Daniels - ya'll nigga's got 'no bite'.
Nor pedigree. There's no sense in ignoring the foreign enemy.
My words? Impossible to decode.
I got to sit, and explode. The doctor is in control.
Yeah. Yeah. I lost the flow.
It's possible, that I can't stop. But there's still lots to go.
My middle finger goes up, like a virgin's erection.
Was never nervous, expressing venomous thoughts when I first emerged in this section.
While the sheep, flocked. They seek Taut to be the bearer.
So bearer, I'll be. Exercising terror with the lyrics I key.
Fuck it... I'm letting 'em learn, every word is likened to a chemical burn....
A legend, deserved of being mentioned with the best that has served
...in the decade, or more, this site has being going for. Door to door.
Still knocking. 18 years later, hater, I'm still talking.
Yeah... that's a lot of time to reflect your goals.
I left the site, diversified, and did extra roles.
While the underbelly was left, exposed. Rotting, but.
Ya know, I came back and I did it... I know I couldn't leave it like that, so I didn't.
But I also knew I couldn't do rap for a living, having a child.
So, I had to balance my family life and trying to handle the site...
I'm still sniping at competition... DC rifle's loaded...
Trajectory, right into focus... but still complain, like they ain't notice the might, so it goes as...
A way of saying the power's ill...
How do you feel just, chasing the dream? Nobody is in a stasis
But they embracing the seams, being pulled from out of the oasis, in need
of outcome that is predictable.
It sickens me. How quick they are to believe those that feed the snakes, out there, harboring greed.

[Celph Taut]

Then I stick 'em with a sword that was carved from a tree...
Then twist it until their arteries bleed, making it harder to breathe
For 'em. Yeah. There's blood in the water...
for me to chug. I'm-a slaughter the family. See me, outside of your window.
Eyeing your kin folk.
The design has been simple, for a long time. What I ink, though?
Fire. Need a hydrant to take over.
Hail Hydra, the male geyser of hate. Cobra Kai, annihilating your fate.
You better off minding your mouth before you're finding your face
inside of a Mason Jar, on the Futurama show.
Sal Vulcano, bro. You go back in time; fucking a boy.
My fists take off like rockets - you T off, and my knuckles, deploy.
Your family will be jumping for joy once they see a picture of you...
Alive, before I rip it, in two. Then show them a clip
of you, being fed to a wood chipper, for proof.
Their lid will quickly shoot. Hitting the roof.
I'm too sick, ruthless wit' the booth.
Your clueless, and a fluke to me. Who can see the prowess being divulged? Yeah.
So many skulls, in my shrine. And all 'em combined
in a hall column, of mine.
I mean, y'all calling the line, hoping it'll ring. And ring, it will.
Shit, I've been thinking, still. I'm Ill, the real Lincoln, chill.
Red dot - but it ain't a slow blinking film...
So, the battery ain't dead.
Life ain't black and white - it's Grey's Anatomy, instead.
That Captain Marvel flow. Pull gravity, ahead.
I'm weaving through schemes. The nightmare - right here, that you only see in your dreams.
You wake up, go online, just to read what it means.
There's no cliff notes. But it's dope.
The firemen, putting shell casings down, through a slick scope.
I only fuck +9 out of 10's, so if I'm fucking your girl, I'm giving that bitch hope.
Yeah, it's a slippery slope dissing your folk.
You fuck with me, and your kids will be broke. That's how far the bloodline, is affected.
I already signed the objective.
Shit gets closer than CSI and a private detective. I'm the guy that basically outlined the directive.
It's an open and shut case, fuck face. You can't single me out.
You're in your own head so much, you can't get over your own lingering doubt.
But, technically speaking. I'm the demon, talking in your ear.
I'm the one, in that corner office, that you share.
While your boss is in a chair, made of Alcantara.
Asking you for the assignments. This forum board is my prime, it's
war over rhymers. The more that you mind us.
The more you'll see those warrior liners.
You're an Oreo, tied to selling out your soul, over liars.
But I already put those borders, behind us.
You're in the emergency ward, with survivors.
The New World Order is designed
for you vaginas. Fucking pussies; blue waffle.
Saying that our music is too hostile.
Pushing it through your fucking glued nostrils.
How else can you explain your loss of smell?
Pheromones are rampant - you can't talk or yell, without
climbing out of your own Lobster shell.
Fucking shit going out, like toilet paper in a Costco sale.
Your mind is a slave to the building blocks of jail.
In a state prison. But me, I'm on a straight mission coming from an innate vision.

[Celph Taut]

They listen, but are not hearing me, like Blake Griffin
So, my ideology of music, is this.
If you can exist in the same world treating you inhumanely, and not fire back?
Then, you is a bitch.
It's that simple - I don't need to prove to you, this.
You're a loser, who has been using the ship your slave owners provided to you.
I don't know what you are trying to do.
But, reality of the matter is? You're a simp.
Door to door. You simply cannot ignore your pimp.
Covid 19 is rampant, and y'all buying toilet paper? Stocks are plunging.
Y'all have lost your judgment, and functionality.
It's not a matter of biological warfare, anymore... it's the sheer audacity we're here to ignore.
Pandemonium, to the point we don't know where to explore.
Misinformed, and misdirected. Spending 1000 dollars, online, to get you bottles of disinfectant.
The idiocy's real. I don't get the silly appeal.
Act like you're spreading awareness.
Just to ignore the bible talk you get from your parents.
They're equally ignorant. You breathe, and you live for it. I'm just wondering, what kind of shit is this?
What's the significance? What is the interest which
You're pushing to fit your narrative? Covid 19 affects 3% of general population, and you're scared of it.
Well, excuse me, but... if I recall, we still have bigger threats that exist
Like terrorists... chemical warfare, and the global spending measures
that far outweigh the next generations inheritance...
Long live prosperity... If I die, who are the 6 that will carry me?
While I'm falling back on a trust building exercise...
The next attack is weaponized... The TV is on, but the revolution will not be televised.

[Sammy]

Let me tell the wise how the end is near, peep the time we in!
Crazy How alcohol can turn tough guys into whining men
It’s a crying game,
Time and time again, mascara runs the fine line between the ties and trends
Here’s A lime for your corona, now go on and leave behind a kin
I’m still rhyming. Still tryin to find the lines within
Jack Torrance, rap morbid, I’ll die tryin to find the shine again
My movie bars’ll have these sharks go into hiding, son
So tell me, now, what the fuck is a Jaws to a Leviathan.
Cyph Alumn, Sammy and Celph inflicting pain, to go against us...well...
Its suicidal. My crew’s vital your cruise...1912
Dirty tactics, your verse are slap sticks fumbling over your words
You Charlie chaplains, I’m Charlie Manson, have bitches doing my dirt
Y’all on some thin ice. One more peep and yo it’s fuck life
Yup, I’m dumb nice. I don’t sing, One swing will have’em duck twice

[Celph Taut]

Not going lie, ^ had writers block for the past two weeks
But I'm back, just so that I can give cats new reach
Check my lateral, no collateral... reaching out of that batter bowl...
So I can have my cake with the weight of Advil, and Adderall.
I ain't mad at y'all. Matter fact? Let me applaud it...
Y'all gave me the energy harness. Just so that I can remind y'all
that the enemy's heartless..
My pen on the arches of insanity, but my mental is far-fetch.
Unhinged, like Mel Gibson was, in the Edge of Darkness.
Electra precision, using my friends as targets...
My ammo cartridge is never ending for all that pretentious garbage.
Cause I despise it. And my eyes are glued to the street.
So much like this pandemic, that wack shit I hear? Is doom to repeat.
Y'all knew you were weak, but considering that
You continue to rap? I'm here to make a music contingency act.
It will read: "In light of dire circumstances, they had to go"
But I ain't asking, though. You don't leave? And believe I'm going casket mode.
I'm shooting the breeze, and seizing your air.
This is off the top, I don't need to prepare.
Y'all still reaching into the cage, while you're feeding the bear.
I'm versatile. Every verse give you the biscuit, like a Church's crowd.
I'm not sacrilegious, but
this is the type of shit you should worship, now.
Your idea of music's askew.
Colourful euphemisms with no meaning is what you're choosing to do.
All you gotta do, here, is loosen the screw...
And it's over with. The impact of a punch is like the ring, after Owen hit.
The future in which that wack shit persists, don't exist.
Makes me nauseous, to hear.
Rotting my ears. But I'll make it awfully clear.
There's an overload. One of which can sink the earth.
COVID is the last of our worries... this is the shit that you have to think of, first.

[themaster]

im bored its been 15 years since i been on these forums
i remember trying to land a job filling out forms
doing drugs fucking hoes in college dorms
went back to the drawing board came back with upgrades
ate an array of pussy like licking frosting off of cupcakes

[Celph Taut]

For fuck-sake. Came back, and did the action in one take.
With an Adonis style, that can son Drake.
Garfield may hate Mondays. Me? I hate the idea that...
A declaration was made from a white man, just to free the blacks.
But excuse me, in fact.
I feel like the gatekeeper, cutting the keys, exact.
My idea of a declaration, is the opposite of a Treaty act.
I'm the secular male.
Who measured the distance between every record of sale...
And flashes the middle finger, so you know what this disrespect has entailed.
I'm a giant in a pool of a ants, and you're washing away.
So much confidence, they want me to speak on these concepts in a positive way.
But fail to realize I'm not going play.
Nor draw in the lines.
This is evolution, in Darwinist times.
I'm willing to cut my own wrist, if the karma is mine.
Harmonizing truth, so you get knowledge when these bars have been rhymed...
The apex, directing the flow.
Y'all wanna question it, though.
I'm just trying to express it, so you know it before
the 3 dots on your SMS messages, load...
To preface?
This is the light, stowed away in the brief case.
That got your little kids doing the grief face.
Your history, I will erase.
The anatomy of a naked orchid...
My rhymes are best transcribed into Mark Laita portraits.

[Ill Finesse]

That last line came out like a tortoise, I get bored quick
I'm sure as shit gorgeous, and would stand victorious verses any you rap warriors
My fortress is glorious, take your shoes off when you enter
Of attention I am the center, as the seasons go so does my temper
Quick to tell you hoes I'll be gone til November
Sorry I can't stay, fuck it what the hey
Ariba ariba underlay underlay at the speed they runaway
When I come to play, I usually win comfortably
Just cuz you write novels don't mean you got something to say
You just stuck in your ways, and would get stuffed in a locker back in the day fuckin with me


Ill finesse

[Celph Taut]

Man, who told you, you were allowed back?
Your other verse? I clowned that.
Every verse you drop afterwards? Is now whack.
Ask your family where the crown at? (I got it)
Yeah, been wearing that shit...
Embarrassed him, there really isn't anything they're comparing us with.
There's legit, NO accolades you got... and if there is?
Please, link us to any...
I'd like to show every one that person that thinks they can end me...
Seriously, how can we show and prove?
You're basically no one, you're only food.
The open net, when the goalie moves.
It's too easy. You know the rules - kiss the ring.
Or die a horrible death. Don't ignore it, respect, the legend who kept this forum in check.
You weren't scoring, you left... you took your ball home.
Thought this shit died down... stupid fucker, you catch me killing it, five rounds...
to live crowds... Stephen Paddock, rifle aim...
It's your life, I claim. Strike from a distance, nicest persistence... cut with the knife, the same.
Your death has a steep fall, but it's your hype I blame.
Your like McClane. Pretty light, I'm saying you don't know what it's like to train!
Tiger King. Predator date, you making a 'minor' swing.
Paint the walls with your blood, I'm doing The Shining Thing.
You kind of cling on the momentum I left, while you pussy'd out...
The reality is, you should be thanking me. You know. "Good looking out"
Nah, you decided to come out swinging...
I make amputees with appendages...
Your penmanship weak, elite when I come end your shit.
Real talk. Your nothing new. Ya squeaked by.
Your punches? Ooohh.. They weak, guy.
I'm sleeping on it... you ain't beating me; Eazy E with that heat, regardless.
I'm saying, nothing but easy targets.
You fell out of a 30-story building, nigga, you need a harness!

[Dormant]

This place been dead for a while, how about a psychonaut test.
Sophomore in a monochrome screen, keep that pride in check.
I carry that .38 and all it takes is 2 rounds to your chest,
down on your feet you'll be beggin' for another shot to the head
Call it QC 'cause evolution had a better plan for the rest, an exoplanetary quest.
Dormant conquerin' and rebuilding universes like he was God himself.
My fingers are ice, colder than these verses I type so when I finger you wife
it'll be like she hibernated and woke up mid-flight to destination fucked for life

[Ill Finesse]

Fuckin twice I wrote something nice to reply to the guy who be thinking we could see eye to eye, I slide thru from the side then it's boom bitty bye bye, all because of the size of the slice of pie, I know why you feel threatened, look into my eyes and you'll find armageddon, I objected at your wedding, at the same time some slime was jacking presents, that same type of energy in essence is present when I take up residency, campaigning to the presidents seat, who better than me? You niggaz don't really register like Predator 3, reaching into my reservoir to mesmerize my competitors, ledgers with metaphors in the repertoire, my minds my nine, I'm lying I got weapons galore, try to shut me out and I'll step in your doorway, invade your space, face to face with the face of this place in a faceoff, found out you was fake and soft, said to complete the ritual I had to break you off, sorry boss I got faith in the cross, faith in the mosque and we ain't taking a loss, I'm thanking Allah for my followers in the kabbalah, scholars find it hard to swallow, I'm a son of the father, I'm, running this altar, revolted, exalted, catapulted the ignorant copious culprits who lack focus, you on notice nigga...

- Ill finesse

[Bag Mandela]

ill finesse, you should use your fingers less, looks like you tried bringin sicker text & ended up with tourettes, when your brain says 'wanna write some bullshit?', stop thinking 'yes', just chill a sec, then press the only button that you haven't & hit 'reject'

[Celph Taut]

Come after Bag finishes 'em off, n' then disinfect...
you know, COVID19, and all...
And I know you ain't liking me, dog. But it's OK.
We ain't fighting, at all. It's thunder and lightning when this Titan's involved.
Feel the energy of Midas, dissolve your blissful ignorance...
It's all Writings On The Wall until you draw your steel.
Then you fall in line, I've been balling, still
this is Spalding's field. Ill, don't get your squadron killed over this net shit...
It ain't that serious, youngin... Underground, word to Harriet Tubman...
I carry you, son - compare me to Drummond. Deep down
is where my air's been summoned... I've faced against real cats; you ain't embarrassing nothing.
White Boy Can't Jump? Well, I'm about to show Harrison something...
F'real. I hear you been bluffing.... is it true?
Dead man on sight. Right. Is it you?
They put the dog on the scent, I guess he's just sniffing through.
This Peter vs The Chicken, 2.
Get hit with a stiff right that will lift you view, like a tilted room.
Yo, Ill. Bro, chill.
Red or Blue, you gonna swallow the whole pill.
Then get decked, but i don't deal.
I'll make this hoe, kneel. Your bravado is weak.
You're not an elite. I saw your resume, you don't got you a streak.
You're not in the street... corner, boy.
Return to Asgard... transcend time, with mad bars...
The mad scientist... every line's designed
to stitch your network, off your mind, like a psychiatrist..
Your prior diss, was stronger, you've regressed.. *sigh*
- you must be tired, bitch.
Stringer Bell from The Wire, vs Luscious from the Empire, *psst
This shit a slam dunk, nigga.
Fuck you talm' bout... knocked 'em out...
Jazzy Jeff, he threw himself out of the Top Shotta's house...
Yeah, I'm battling my ego
and that's more of a fight than anything you've dropped on any board in your life.

[Virbius]

Celph Taut, that was well fought,
But “a titan”? hardly. you fell short.
Gotta learn how ‘light’ ain’t the same as ‘enlightened’.
Just coz you beat ur-anus, doesn’t make you a “titan”.

You turn up to learn, eager,
Engraining mistakes from your first feature;
Celph Taut, you’re a bad student and a worse teacher.
I saw your shit and Ill’s, and preferred... neither.

I don’t believe your rank statistics...
You know, you’re supposed to match the facts and flip it:
You call yourself General, and the raps are fitting,
Coz they all general as shit, as in ‘lack specifics’.

‘Taut’, as in, tense, coz you’re feeling stressed.
And someone tell Ill Finesse that I’ve killed for less.
Still perplexed? simple steps... If the kid’s doubtful,
Since he thinks that he’s ‘Ill’ he’ll get shived with a scalpel.

I’d put Bag in a bag... yeah I’m carrying some heavy shit,
And with his weak ass material, you can bet he’ll split.

You’re trash Bag, damn. your filler’s the worst.
For the rest of this verse, Imma call the kid ‘Purse’.

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