Keystyle Cypher!

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iLL back with that Grade A
Bout to break it down like Crazy Legs
If you pump fake, then you'll have to fade away
I see this happen in my day to day interactions
As the main attraction
I remain active, wherever I choose to entertain causes traffic
Grew up Catholic, now I'm on my 42 Laws of Maat shit
When they say Pagan, that means it got blacks in it
It's not an accident, they wanna say we was absent
Which is absurd, fast forward to today and they want our masters..
of ceremonies to share stories
From afar it might appear glorious, I swear its annoyin'
Toying with my community, as a clairvoyant, it's not new to me
I been on board like charcuterie
Ever since Mos Def said they want to put us in their usury
Foolishly falling for deceptive practices from officials that you elected
I've always taken the stance that Malcolm X kicked
Just two sides of the same evil
One side out front with it, the other claims we equal
Always in cuffs, don't even have the rights that they read you
Have the nerve to brag bout havin' a Jewish paralegal
Without ever thinking once on why would you need to
Since slavery they been mentally capping my people
Stop believing in all the crap that they feeding you
Don't be so quick to overreact and do what's reasonable
Better yet stop resisting
You don't have a pot to piss in
Cops/Ops, now the plot thickens
The only thing this is not is fiction
The tradition is affliction with attrition in addition
The poison that infiltrates the culture has us ducking pistons
Who's to blame, the system or the victims
The depictions are ambiguous symptoms of a society that lacks wisdom
Yet moves to an exact rhythm
:frog:

-iLL

but don't worry, God will change the world through a cataclysm,
either a natural disaster or a nuclear blast reducing the enemies around you into ashes
or maybe both at the same time,
what if volcanos explode; smoke covers the globe so the sun can't shine?
or a nuclear winter, where there's a shortage of food, and there' s only you, who are you going to depend on?
all the money you've accumulated is useless,
and you don't even have the skills to live off the raw land, and you can't Youtube it,
so, when you see my dead body on the side of the road, just know the berries I hold are poisonous
try to avoid them, after looting my body move me off the path into the foliage,
so wild animals won't attack people headed where going

I say ..
.. kinda obvious nocturnally toxic-brolic as Tyson bite'n ears off the guys he fightin'
exemplary terror-I bury fairy faggots who scary carrying baggage hope'n
the parachute you use when you jump don't open as the secondary tangles
manglin' your body as soon as you hit the concrete
.. this is 90's inspired fire dragons don't wont no part of me
partying wit the artistry-carving each lyric sharper than barbers
cuttin' a mean fade, I see shade and make it shine takin' time
it's no pressure to make it rhyme-see my lecture impresses the thinkers
even drinkers seek the syncracy seepin from each finger as this typing entices
the types wit vice grips around this rap shit..
.. i'm serious the flow switches like nas in illmatic
a catalyst inspiring average shit to elevate like those who meditate at heavens gate
who never say never-better yet permission give'n to severe heads
if ever there were endeavors you didn't finish
I run on like a sentence never ending like the pen ran out of ink
the planet stinks so have a chief and laugh a bit at these activist
who be turnin' heads yappin' lips, make 'em burn of lead
pass the grip blast it quick and dip quicker than gangstas shootin' savage out the whip
.. don't say i'm bite'n it's never that please enlighten' me in the cypher
you shiesty mother fuckers get sliced up-dumped in the dumpsters
better yet its a lake wit gators eatin' relevant evidence keepin' the case cold
..

My hands like a deck of cards, make a face, fold.
The best playwright to date, is the story that ain't told.
My reality might as well be the greatest show...
Way to go from underground to play, on the radio...
From stages, know my tongue's a serrated blade that's paraded, so
You say the wrong thing, I'm fileting your lil brain, fa' show...
I ain't playing, yo, big budget mayhem, like HBO
The case is cold? Nuh-uh, I say the word n' the case get's "closed".
And just in 'case', they 'case' the joint...
I take this blade, anoint your face with the business end
of that motherfucker, to make a 'point'.
Now, here's the other point. Did you see it?
Look again... you're bleeding. Minutes turn into seconds,
you're blacking out - lights, receding.
Your limbs go numb, major organs shutting down, needing
More blood, n' agonal breathing.
Then, I'll look for a rope to strangle you, meaning...
if there's a small window of hope, there's a zero chance of you, leaving.
Except your kid, in case he plans to get even
I'll wait until he's older n' give that man a good beating!
Fucking punk. Fuck 'em up, then fuck 'em up some more...
Nothing short of a couple rib shots, than watch as his blood gets poured...
His 5th grade teacher like, "Why you got bloody knuckles for??"
"'Cause he bought tickets to the S.S ass whooping, so come aboard!"
Let that motherfucker join in, too.
Ah, I remember middle school. Shit, I scribbled through...
Most my classes. Felt like there wasn't shit to do
Hard to listen through the lectures when professor's are always pissed at you
For not paying attention. Got me in detention...
All day, probably seconds away from getting suspension.
I'm guessing it has a lot to do with popping off ....
Whenever I walked in school. In the principle's office, too - I was talking lewd.
Insidious, you might say.
Shit, when it came to my shit talking, I was more egregious than Dice Clay.
My momma up nights, prayed I'd turn it around...
Every word that I hurl at you now, is surgical, clown.
Smack red noses off of faces.
Demand the same reverence of The Pope, when I walk in places
Not an atheist, but it'll take me a miracle to get in God's good graces...
Lots of angst, so my vitriol leaps off the pages
With such immortality, that they deem me a "closest ageist".
Perhaps I am. No turning back on it, now.
Watch the mouths of the devout Catholics vows collapse, to the ground.
I'm not a part of a faction, 'cause my actions, are vile.
I might fuck around and bring Krampus, back into style.
Cuz y'all are Kramping' my style...
Dancing around the fire of Trump's first month's presidency to burn Canada, down.
Maybe that's too dramatic. Perhaps I should....
put 25% tariffs on my dick n' export it for you, to have it.
Transporting fentanyl over the border - I don't know, chief...
Not ready to pop the balloon on that, perhaps it'll slow leak...
Who's to say it's to leverage bargaining power, for cheap?
Trump, the only thing more dangerous than my keyboard, is your tweets.
But nah, I won't get political.
Whatever side you reside on, is for the individual.
People find it difficult to choose the right or left, so they decide on a middle road
Which's bigger than any given vote...
Oh. Oops. On to different strokes.
They tell me to hold my head high, little to know it's so they can slit my throat.

Bitches listen to my thoughts like I’m Socrates
Gave me head in a Messi jersey, she like my soccer tees
So drunk she threw up on me, that’s a messy jersey
If I’m eating on some chocolate, bet it best be Hershey’s
I got a white bitch with a fat ass
I got a black bitch who ain’t even got one
Shits backwards, I’m plastered
Kel-Tec loaded, you know ima blast it

my chicken scratch is like the claws on a dragon that's cracking the surface,
running ramped; stampin,
trying to collapse in the underground shelter you built for exactly this purpose
burning everyone alive around you that laughed at you for taking your wealth, and preparing yourself,
only the wise can make it through the fires of hell, a crafty guy that can survive by himself, with zombies outside,
the starving people wanting to eat you,
brother i beseech you, if you have any food for thought, could you share it with us?
we're hungry for knowledge and we thirst for righteousness,
so out of charity you grab the mic spit, hit them with the word of God and breathe life into them,

.. I say
.. straight serial killa' wit the hearts I've broken, carts i'm smokin' keep me high
as an eagles eye spottin' her..
she's part remote, for i've opened what's marked as closed
.. starts revoking any advancement to get the kitty I can't hit
for it's made up in her mind, baby just recline-give me the status
that you did in the past bitch..
I polish that pie for you.. this type talk gen-Z callin' maniacal
.. I call it regular shit, better I hit then dip then never I get
.. but, peep what I say in essence, see it within it's presence
for when them legs open I dig deeper than our connection
.. obsessive wit this love shit-ready to die over these emotions
.. sick is this mentality, kickin' straight reality.. open your perspective
for they lost and caught up-these hoe's stay closed with no direction
.. easy it may seem-I twist her words like that fucked up board game
.. but like mentioned-straight serial killa'
on one and off two imperial IPAs..
thinkin' of lyrics, drinkin' a spirit, chiefin-I burn weed
brain fucked, a walkin' dead man like weekend at Bernie's
.. infinite etiquette.. fuck a college course-give me some credit
chirpin' that dumb shit on what you done tho I did it so dead it
.. wicked this head gets-no pause for it's her lickin' fixed up on her knees
.. chicken headed dream, sleazy, quick to leave me greezy drippin' a disease
write a little more.. or end it with a free with these keys under pressure
shit the coldest, now witness dope shit-no charge like I needed a tester
.. like the first i'm chasin' a hit, real talk that's basically it..

Face it, legit Mastodon - 'cause the Matrix the glitch...
Still keep it basic, as if a tape was replaced, with a Disc.
The creationist when I'm making this 'ish
Trace the lineage to the stages in which I placed in the mix
Through phases, which is to say it's a waste of a diss
To go at somebody's head, when I can break 'em, to bits.
Many pages, they couldn't pay me, to nix.
I take it to a place that exists in places, eclipsed
By God-fearing men - that's an atheist's wish
The pain I inflict is as deranged as the pissed off
parents aiming the clips, in case the Casey Anthony case, is dismissed.
I know that was long ago...
When I think how the verdict was read...
I felt like the justice system got turned on its head...
Couldn't believe that I heard what was said...
A little kid don't deserve to be dead...
I wish that fucking bitch got murdered, instead.
Yet, here we are, in the worst timeline possible...
Can't make the past define my obstacles...
Rather trip over each one n' keep running, then stop...
Till I'm fumbling, got one of them off....
My leg, 'cause I'm stumbling a lot.
You motherfucker's have got to be kidding me...
Literally... dribbling little puddles of idiocy into bigger streams
of stupidity... sizable enough for Olympic swimming teams
It is thee' epitome of the biggest saliva rivers seen
In recent history... put your dunce hats on n' explore...
The wonders of why I don't want to be on, anymore.
If I'm going to be honest, I'm bored of all of it - the politics
Or y'all pompousness. An obvious cover for your misplaced cockiness.
Been popping 'ish since Netscape n' floppy discs
56k obsolesce, n' days to print your 6-page documents
That's why you're mad. I get it. Lil' dick energy.
Ironically crushing you, mentally. Pussy's a vague memory.
I hate Mondays. No shit, Sherlock. I'd hate it, too.
Strap a strap-on when you raid the womb... needle dick.
Fall inside of it - contraception, is meaningless.
Your penis is seen as an intravenous drip, bitches wouldn't even dream of it
Let alone worry. Is it inside of her yet?
The inside of her is dry and upset being denied from what it's been trying to get
Her vaginal wall is 'crying' with that kind of neglect..
Ironically crying's the only time it gets wet...
Ouch. That was below the belt... cut the breaker befo' you can phone, for help.
While you're home alone, you felt an uneasy feeling...
Creaking noises and silhouettes when you see the ceiling...
In the movies, it seems appealing...
Yet, in real life? No Jesus healing or rosary. Rose from the grave's upholstery.
With the bones of a slave... exposed and afraid...
In the hole for so many days
I opened the tolls so the roads can be paved
Back and forth between ending on weird bar counts naturally, like this so...
MY past is despite this growth... proportionate to my future tense...
Dream like state, but still awake, in a lucid sense.

Jim Crow laws, die in light of the noose defense...
To improve, you can use some sense
Too astute for you useless gents
Break the social barrier with cracks that web the platform...
If they die in character, there ain't no coming back for 'em.
You talk out the side of your lips, you're a buying a bundle...
Under 2.99, to enlist being exclusively subscribed, to these fists...
You're searching online for any sign you exist
It's enough to crush your pride into bits, by the time that it hits
Sitting outside the abyss...
Hearing faint cries for the lives that you missed...
I'm hear to remind you that this? Can't provide you a fix
It will, offer you an escape, though...
The allure of comfort is great, so, you let it take hold.
What's the going rate for an innate soul?
Paid dough for that shine to realize it's only fake gold
Dollar for dollar, scholar balling on a payroll
Gun to your face like Jules & Vincent, then 'case closed'
Mwah, kiss the ring. Lord Neptune.
Before text views, my demeanor could rip the decor off Dior restrooms.
Can't ignore me, pierce decibels with' these messages
When you step into this, your neck's gonna twist around on some Exorcist shit...
Get your bearings, straight... this is an artform...
Hit the mall for a raw off-the-wall form of parkour
A connoisseur, so, I want it pure.
Don't draw a word within the line, for sure. It is all a blur
A modern day Tupac Shakur & Philosopher
Popping up with the Mom and Pop shop allure, on your monitor
I have no interest in garnishing wages; that's the marketing phases
Rather jump out the open window than to see the carnage you're faced with
You had no part in this greatness
I'm more armed than El Mariachi with a guitar in his case n' a bar, full of vagrants
Give you a bizarre lil' face lift...
A scar on your face so large a Dermatologist could hardly erase it...
I don't operate in a world that is karma-adjacent
When some of your biggest stars are replaced with A.I bots, farming engagement...
Push the dead internet theory to a new height...
Flush it all down the drain and gain a new life...
Or, hear sirens blaring, as they're wailing your ride - tailing behind you...
The fuck do you know about tipping these scales? Because I do.
Robert Leone had a bad day, n' that's to put it, lightly.
Too advanced. I use these hands as a musical fusion dance
Strike like, a Ford plant in Michigan once it hits your chin.
A fisherman couldn't picture this hook I got, but it's 'sinking' in...
Ruminate on that for a sec..
Feel the crackling effect of a table hit the back of your neck... for your blatant lack of respect.
Dudley Boys... local territory, I'm wired up...
Shockwaves lift a firetruck high enough for the sky, to touch
I'm a crush lil' Petey, to spider-dust.
Rolling stones, like a diamond bust.
I was rhyming stuff back when Amanda Bynes was nuts.
Go manual, 'till I grind the clutch to some kind of dust
Then snort the line up my sinu-sus.
Slow it down. Let me try adjust for a second. See signs I must
Come to a stop...
With only seconds under the clock.
I certainly can't fumble the plot
Shoot for the rim, n' hit the backboard.
And I shot it from halfcourt; Could've got that being 6 meters and a half short
Isiah Thomas of the rap sport
8 balls and rails... plus a table of ashes...
I ain't playing, get your lame little ass kicked, over saying some rap shit.
I'll take that lil' iPhone that you paid for, n' smash it
'till the only thing left to salvage is the ribbon cable attachment...
Yeah, void your warranty... put it in water, n' submerge it 40 feet...
You'll be able to see that shit, from the coral reef.
You're exploring it, deep.
You're looking for it beneath the floor of the creek....
You feel euphoric relief. Before you can reach for it, it beeps.
For each war, there's peace for it, to cease.
Or see gore be poured, in the streets.
Leave de-formed from beneath the coroner's sheets...
Or be ordered to leave, see foreigners re-cording police
'fore they're de-ported, for each border they breach
Psycho spell. I'm nice as hell, dog. Might as well
Light an L' to celebrate my upbringing. Time will tell...
If I pick up, where my rivals fell.
Or keep going 'till I'm sitting, inside a cell.
See the side of my clientele, providing yield
Upon the land that you try so sell
Auto pilot, got me flying beside myself
Eyes will swell twice the size as they cry, for help
Priced so well in this climate that they despise my wealth
No higher than any of the ire that I have felt
You wanted beef, now you'll have to prepare it... Michelin chef...
Hell's kitchen, only minutes to prep the dinner baguettes...
Turn it up just in case you weren't listening, yet...
Pick up this wrench for you n' squeeze out every quarter-inch, of respect
That was passive, well, this is direct.
Better get your exec, 'cause this goes beyond any industry prep
Kid's still bitching, forget the looming physical threat
Visit whatever written address they've given for acting big on the net.

I say..
.. deep is the usual, seeps in the mind like creepin' when cruisin' thru
avenues, different streets when you used to use that shit..
not cheifin'.. that shit that leaves eyes leakin'-mind lose'n screws
.. seen her leanin' and lose her cool.. off that dog food shit
tho what she means to you's beautiful, sweet as the juicy fruit
you'd chew every week in that stupid school..
.. decay her body do, got you twisted as rubix cubes
for she's nonexistent.. fact is she's fiction and ruined you
...
.. type thoughts will confuse and not penetrate the mind
until you been there with ability to authenticate the vibe
.. so the pen leavin' a mark wit seasonal darkness
becomes therapeutic while some say even cathartic
.. I've reached in the tar pit pullin' skeletons deep as my arm pit
wishin' I never seen what my heart did..
.. but off that rap shit..
you know I'm mean as the artist keepin' an armed grip
right on his hip leavin' his target dead as his deviant hardships
so throw me a piece like shit just popped knowin' i'd reach
if breached contracts crossed leaving souls left cold in the streets..
.. for real, I shit stool for fun coward
I mean, dog.. that's a pit bull off gun powder
cuttin' the leash loose pressin' forth
.. true artistry knowin' less is more-it's a dog fight
.. don't hate I kick it cold mayne
place ya' bets like Mike Vic chase'n pitiful fame
watchin' two K9's go at it like outdated video games
.. I say it is what it is, make it look easy as it ain't bitch
I back words I put it together.. little need for validation
...

... Like I said I say
.. like I ain't notice you faggot guests checkin' the posts the dope headed hip hop addicts boast
.. too drunk for the night, funky delight, strippers cunts get sprung-I'm they type
.. well, I guess the ones who love love-they in trouble aye'?
stuck together them two words ain't a double take
it's a butter cake taste-fine as fuck no butter face
for she's fine-make you twist your neck with a double take
.. same rhyme-true-take this straight dick and fuck your face
.. on one once again.. too twisted-dude listen i'm true trippin'
saying absolutely nothing like dudes names in this same cypher
who stay hyper I choose not to loose lip rudimentary mention..
.. for I'm too nice
.. so who's hype as my rude type?
verse me the game hardcore-no option you lose life
best to be expecting gore
.. like said, less is more
like the cutest dressed most sexiest respected whore
one liner's I run by her-syke..
.. deep conversation-stimulating minds is expected more
.. see, i'm telling you shit
instead of irrelevant shit that never would get
any individual expected to ever get better at this..
.. are you stupid or just spiteful?
for what i'm doing is useful and insightful
.. not loser type shootin' semi rifles at clueless innocent students
inspired by satan for truths within the bible seem stupidly recycled
causing rage to these internet aged pussy made cluelessly entitled bitches ..
.. real talk

Man, I had some shit I was writing n' it didn't save...
Smack the shit out of a rapper, if he misbehaves...
Drool flying from his lips before he hits the floor...
The punch was modern, but the fall was out of a Nintendo 64.
Fuck 'em, nobody saving the kid...
I took a shit and clogged your toilet when I came to your crib.
Took it a step further, n' ate whatever you placed in your fridge
Then left the fridge door open so you'd have to pay for that shit....
No love lost for you...
Rock the Catholic cross I snatched off your crew; who you talking to?
Homie, metallic blade...
Knock it into the ground, around your place
The shockwave ruptures natural sound n' collapses surrounding states
The Best Man, even if I'm not in a marriage
I snatched your girl, while you talked to her parents
She bunny hopped in my carriage, as you were shopping, for karats.
I'm in lock step with the block, yep.
Certified Lochness. I'm simply rock this off of the top 'ish.
You're everything else, but you're not this.
Drop hits, break it down when I talk, raw, like it's not mixed.
Your bitch is a half breed, half black and half Japanese...
I will smack the bubble ass n' smash if she comes past my team...
No Vaseline. Ice cube down her stomach - watch the bitch quiver...
For a dollar, I know her 'bod is a 'six figure'
Six in the face, n' a 10 in the ass.
Fuck pretending to smash, I beat the pussy until it needs a medical staff.
Phillip Drummond, tell these kids I kill for nothing
Satisfied. But still, I'm hunting. Feel the steel; the will, can crush 'em.
What's the point in breaking them down?
When there's too much at stake for them to take on the crown?
There's just no mistaking it, now.
What a waste of a vowel, and everything for that matter...
Speaking of that matter, kill the noise with the rap chatter
Nothing but black data, bored, so I drop when I please...
They wanna offer me cheese, I'm talking some G's
For dropping these keys often, they need coffins released...
Then we'll make a deal, until that day?
I don't wanna hear what these cats say
Flat earth theories, leave that for Lord Jamar.
If they practiced before a bar, they wouldn't be in this war of ours, looking over charred.

I'm charred to fuck, was once a star stallion,
Now a burnt out fat ass, Kim Chardashian,
Ive bin far past n it aint hard to say,
How I celebrate being the dead horse they beat? Chardonnay?
I have em really thinkin there's nothing else left,
Yet have an XS like a fresh vest bought by a skinny dude incapable of 10 reps on a bench press, built like a robin red breast, at least one of them pecs,
Expect a massaman curry, greasy limey,
This shits like putting Pete the pikey in a one on one with a weedy, wirey, teeny tiny geezer likely to lose at arm wrestling to Keira Knightley,
I don't trust shy people, how's anyone stay coy,
When were a species that bears teeth to convey joy,
You ever wondered, what if a real angel drops, says "oi!,
The lord is real muhfuckaz, your God's names Roy"?
That would indeed surprise me n,
tryna find meaning would be life eating,
Thats a weird name for a divine being,
But also a scenario I wouldnt mind seeing,
Our father, in heaven, Roy be thy name,
Dunno I suppose it seems quite tame, b line lame,
Like owners of old donkeys working a seaside train,
I don't think people would wanna see light reign,
Not as if they're not already vying for hell,
Everything weaponised violently well,
They got hair raising states of mind n it tells,
They're so busy splitting hairs so we're unlikely to gel