Keystyle Cypher!

[Soar Kaid]

oh ok. its cool then celph. I'm not hatin. Continue forward.

[Celph Taut]

Word, continue forward... guess I will use the momentum...
They execute force, that is, until I use it against them.
Foolish, but I knew they were a Judas before
The tools were being used, on the board. There's only so much luxury a dude can afford.
This goes out to the musical cues they've ignored...
And now it's just... back-loaded enterprises steady putting the browsers up...
Have you cowards touch the back of your ankles
n' kiss your ass, goodbye. Battle Mr. Fantastic n' face the wrath of elastic pride.
What that means is, it's a stretch if they think...
They'd have the same effect of the way I play the net; I can keep the NBA, in check.
Take you to Sway & Tech.. old shit
underground and commercial... now there's a bigger divide inside of that black cloud
that cracks down on the earth, you... subjected yourself to.
As long as it felt true to the idea of you being an off of the shelf-dude.
If you sold your soul to the devil, then your wealth, grew.
Even a nobody, in time, can be a self-help guru.
Imagine what's a stake when that 360 deal, is signed.
Get sealed inside a machine manufactured to be... exactly,
what these actors, believe.
Turn the axel, and see the inner workings of a master who needs
no puppet strings to keep these cats, on their knees.
Get an actual degree... make no mistake, this shit is passive, to me.
You may look up to these cats, but you don't have to agree.
They say it's black and white, with shades of gray.
But, I don't know where they're trying to go... feel like they're walking while their minds are closed.
See the sign, enclosed inside of decrypted writings in bible codes...
A mindful of discussion to pull you out of your tribal clothes.
But, I ain't here to preach. Fear the reach of the scythe
as he prepares his speech.
The siren of the oppressor that's loud enough, it can clear the streets.
The acclimation of a movement that is aware, at least
of it's minimal undertone, since the underbelly has feared it's feast.
Wear the face, like a second skin...
It smiles on the outside, as a mechanism of keeping all his depression, in.
Guess again. I'm the heckler with the Smith & Wesson grin.
The 38. special, it rips the flesh off your next of kin.
Word, it doesn't get more ugly, than that... try to jump, or attack...
And end up on your back, so really...
Be humble, relax. I ain't one of these cats you should play with...
Got a couple of tracks I can lay, quick.
Adding rocket fuel to the spaceship, smh.
You saw that cat go by twice, right?
There must be a glitch inside of the matrix code...
feel the race as the opposition just takes it slow...
Fuck a racist joke.
I keep it basic, like ancient folk.
With such dope lines, they should be displayed on Macy's float.

[Soar Kaid]

Secret Super Naturraall Style (yes, naturraall) with flow

When I was young ,
I lived in a small house with a small kitchen ,
Mom had no money but she wanted a small business ,
When I was young ,
The other kids bullied me ,
I fought them back ,
I had to come to a decision whether to flee or attack ,
I couldn’t get division in school ,
They put me in special education ,
But I excelled in English which was my only dedication ,
My mind was off most of the time ,
I always wondered what the problem was ,
I had a hard time thinking ,
Maybe I needed some type of drug ,
When I turned nine ,
I played Mortal Kombat most of the time ,
Me and Ren worshipped that game at the drop of a dime ,
Not too far from then I started rappin ,
I was getting myself ready to write a piece ,
I tried to be like DMX and cam’ron ,
but wasn’t ready at the least ,
Now ,
I rap like I know what I’m doin ,
I got myself together to avoid all the confusion

[Virbius]

I do shit without thinking, to avoid confusion.
I’m annoyed at humans.
I consider laughter noise pollution.
I rejoice in nuisance.
I’d destroy a movement as a coy amusement.
I say sincere shit in a voice that’s gruesome.
I’m on road in a foil suit and soiled Pumas.
I used to experiment with drugs... now my boys are mutants.

[Virbius]

Yeah my boys are mutants.
In playfights I deployed bazookas.
In water fights I employed a schooner.
And a destroyer cruiser...
I was always gonna win, I just wanted to enjoy it sooner.
I called my local loyal shooters during soldier toy manoeuvres.
I dropped a bunch of drugs and started spitting poison mucus.
Medication over meditation... in a poignant stupor.
Dropping drugs that mess with time perception, to avoid the future.
I know fuck all, and blagged a job as royal tutor.
As a kid I made the matrix on a toy computer.
You sit and miss your bitch and stick your dick in spoiled tuna.
My psychologist’s pissed since I fucked his mother; Freud’s a loser

[Soar Kaid]

Secret Super UN-naturraall Style with flow

I walk in gyms ,
sweatin and liftin the weights ,
On the streets I got the mixture of a human and ape ,
when the banana clip demonstrates ,
I'm avoidin all of the bottles I drunk from last year ,
Walkin with my Reeboks on ,
Tryin to avoid all the past beers ,
I'm zonin out in the street ,
Smokin weed for a easy release ,
Passin cigarettes on the curb ,
People strollin by watchin the dutchies burn ,
Can't let these fools under me try to touch my earns ,
I'm seein cannibus parts ,
sittin on project tables ,
Giving gun shots when I'm able ,
wit cats watchin in the hood next to the pole cables ,
Callin the drug lords ,
Gettin me outta messes that was left in the burbs ,
Walkin with my dillinger cuz cats get on my nerves

[Virbius]

Hey I really liked that stuff about avoiding the past beers from the last year.
Most kids are armed here, and for those that aren’t there’s always some glass near,
So when I check the local news it’s like a shard pierced my heart’s fears,
As the interviewer’s tryna provoke a ma’s tears, showing the blood on the garms smeared.
Another yout’s locked up and the guards cheered.
Everything’s fucked... acting calm’s weird.
Earth ain’t shit but a large sphere,
And we ‘prophet’ off it like dark seers.

[Soar Kaid]

The swiss knife will knock these cats off ,
Pull the machine gun outta the compartment door and blast off ,
I'm drivin fast in a Ford truck ,
Ridin down the high way doin about half a buck ,
I'll show you all of my rap ,
Let you zone into the pistols that I wrote on the pad ,
You get mad over the words from my brain ,
While I'm feelin settle ,
I motion the AK-47 purched to ya brain ,
I’m on my own wit a revolver by my side ,
I enter the place spittin about five ,
Put the gun on ya chest and say its about time ,
To slap you with the desert and empty about nine ,
Cat’s get emotional like getting run over by a Dodge Viper ,
I’m the rhymer ,
That They turn chump on and try to pull a punch in a cypher

[Virbius]

Yeah they punch in a cypher, I spit rhymes in a fist fight,
And still win by a knockout, my shit hits right.
Most of your lyrics... a bit shite. but I loved that one where you spit... psych!
I search social media for obituary posts and click ‘like’.
I enter monster truck destruction derbys... on a kids’ bike.
I train wushu staff forms but with dick strikes not stick swipes.
On road looking like a Sith knight with sick Nikes.
My weekend benders last six nights.
I walk up to petrol pumps puffing lit pipes.
Soar’s got a Swiss knife..? I got evil intentions...
My knife’s Swiss and yet, I disrespect Geneva conventions.
A believer in vengeance, no need for redemptions,
I ain’t give a fuck bruv, not even a semblance.

[Celph Taut]

Believe in the entrance I walk in, it's like I'm still talking through
- the grapevine. Stomping out competition, to make wine
From sour grapes to the hour tapes of rap that don't stop
to the baking soda and stove top.... watching over your shoulder for
the rogue cops... pockets are full, pulling out 4 knots
To bail 'em out of jail before that verdict, letting out court shots
Like Kyle Korver, back to the soapbox. And wild Yoda.
Stick around for the show while you down some old clowns soda.
I'm back in it like I never left, to resurrect
- the dead. Keeping heads in check.
This is for the salutations I'll never get, if it was up to the establishment.
Better yet, the manual. An animal - who you all gonna pander to?
Stepping over the box, to break it, like Bandicoot.
Now here to swallow your corporate-branded truth
I'd rather manufacturer a religion that debunks conspiracies
Before I'd allow that nonsense to carry me.
George Floyd in my lungs; I can barely breathe.
Spilling pigs flood, have the precinct look like a Carrie scene...
Kerosene all over the apartment, wit' what I'm cooking up.
I'm all out of fucks to give, I'd say THEY never took enough
Ass whoopings, as a kid.
Legend, with an asterisk beside it; never ask for shit.
COVID's around, make sure this mask, legit.

[Bag Mandela]

I mask up this vessel of flesh and bone,
which connects my soul to this realm I roam,
Mortgage companies tryna bell my phone,
Get the message I literally told you I want to be left a loan,
Talk gibberish, pipe full of Rosetta stone,
Give me an egg n spoon and I'm set to go,
On foot lapping cyclists at the velodrome,
Stay ripped, these suckers half steppin that's why they're semi toned,
Forgive the small talk, it's just procrastination,
Sometimes I need a break from the task I'm facing of exposing a cabinet & syndicate collaboration that I'm pretty sure I'll be rewarded for with assassination,
No wordplay or punches, that infers the vibe is,
Not for entertainment, certified biz,
Tell em PM your e-mail and learn some life shit,
I share the fax like I'm stuck up in the early 90s

[Virbius]

I spit some shit in the early nineties, and only now are the verses timely.
Detergent’s mighty... I cut my coke with soap to cope with my dirty psyche.
Worse than grimy, like the skets I respect. call em ‘urban wifeys’.
I have to keep asking my therapists whether I heard em rightly.
I come up with the dumbest ideas that I can, and then word em wisely.
I hope you all have a very merry... bullshit commercialised turkey crises.
Sniffing yay on Christmas day, I treat myself to an upped dose,
Can’t be arsed with the nut roast, serving relatives just toast.
Or forget even eating, and just toast...
Like, let’s all drink to me and my dumb boasts.
I make personalised crackers, but write tragic news and not fun jokes.
And there’s a raging contagion this year, so fuck ‘hosts’...
Aww you gonna miss your little party? how will these privileged cunts cope?
My style’s already ‘nobody comes close’.

[Virbius]

Ever been out in weed drought, tryna score a couple ounces?
Phoning friends of friends, and showing up at uncles’ houses?
Yeah? Well imagine a fucked up drugs run... but for Brussels sproutses.
Across a massive desert, up a couple mountains,
Crossed a great lake on another outing.
Are these some mythical shits, do they even exist? I felt this sudden doubting.
Saw a greengrocer in the distance, with a crowd all huddled round him.
By the time I arrived, they’d already clubbed him to a bloody fountain.
Heard a mother shouting... as I saw, on the floor, a single humble sprout thing.
It slowly rolled away... she stretched her arm like fucking Dhalsim.
Shit’s ridiculous.

[Celph Taut]

^ Mannn, that IS ridiculous...
Then it came to me... a mother stretching her arm like Dhalism
is something I'd probably pay to see.
Or a grandma with carpel tunnel, somehow, riding an ATV
with expert precision, 'fore she drops the keys, to the Maitre D.
Hanh? Yeah, that doesn't make sense. But, neither does this.
I'm from a world where common sense doesn't seem to exist
Even at a molecular level, you're feeding a niche
More commonly referred to as the meaning of 'Bis
Siphoning helium from the dentist machine to uneven my pitch
Ya know, scaring the kids in his room
with ripped up balloons, getting Bag Mandela to hit 'em, with spoons.
Before realzing their was eggs still on it...
yolk, sliding down their nose. But, you know how it goes.
Picking up yellow goo up around their toes.
I'd liken that scene to flying backwards, with Powdered-Toast...
- MANNNNN, or a white van... parked in a conspicuous spot...
Drives away, but not before the back of his wheels lick up the lot'
Shit's ridiculous, doc.
Nastier than a wrinkled-up tissue, wit' snot, being placed in your bare hands.
Ya know me, pulling off tiered scams.
Catch me, doing the the '20/20', and making that the "End of the Year" dance.
Mind is in a dark spot. The lines are, too.
Was on a different dimension, till Lidar's blew.
Now that plain is accessible.. but I'm still gonna go for whatever I was destined to.
Just give me an open path I can exit through.
The cream of the crop speech, by Macho Man, is my highlight...
And Mean Jean's questioning of his championship, was a side sleight.
But anyways, most people wouldn't pay attention to that, and I don't blame them...
It's the principle of his stature, at that moment, and the time he came in.
Back when other wrestlers in that stable were riding waves, then
Out of nowhere Randy Savage comes in, and simply defines the ages.
To my amazement, this guy knew how to work a crowd
And I spent my entire life attempting to match that level of high elation
Enter: Celph Taut - the premonition, is real.
20 years in the game, still trying to fish for a heel...
To which there is none; the shit's surreal...
Simply mind boggling stuff, to take your game state to another level,
thinking a simple toggle's, enough.
Still in a stasis, rocking goggle's but this heat I bring, keeps fogging it up.
Philosopher, cut from the same cloth as what Plato and Aristotle, constructs.
Wait -- now, you just wait a minute!
I'm taking free speech out of their creative limits
This is what you say to a sadist in his final hours, as he plays a menace.
The back and forth is like Jody Foster and Sir Anthony Hopkins
In other words, a mental game of tennis.
And that was a laments, living rent free in their heads
Is a great way of evading tenants, and attempting to retain the same aesthetics
Now, even if they know what's established, and are asking to reason..
- with the master - he's seasoned.
Any act to negotiate with that, is actually treason.
I know... confusing, right? It's habitual.
So is the characteristics of whatever narrative that it fits into
It's this mystic cube of knowledge that's contrary
to the conscious rapper, whenever he spits the truth... a chamber pot of written proof.
Trying to bite into that kind of knowledge, you'll probably chip a tooth.
Indifferent to the many of forms of deception in that public interest-loop
Renaissance man: reporting for duty.
The forum recruits me whenever they feel this board's unruly
Above their paygrade, though - they lack the recourse to pursue me
...in any serious manner,
An attempt on the subject would be a parry, of grammar.
Aries vs Zo Williams, feel the parry's, so, I carry this hammer
- like Gallagher does, n' smash your face in.. right before I stare, in the camera.
Feel the arrogance of a white nationalist, carrying his Aryan banner
- injected with the Super Soldier serum; compare me to Banner.
Brandishing that same elitist attitude as Aaron Hernandez
airing out Odin Lloyd, simultaneously destroying Middle America's standards...
Yeah... talk about what you can do for your country.
They say it's beautiful, but what do you do when they view you as ugly?
And separate you from that narrative, in pursuit of the money
Giving you a measly stimulus, saying that it's so "You don't go hungry".
Ha! Laugh now, cry later.
Legs in concrete, jumping over wide craters.
Lies later disguised as corporate signed waivers...
To push more lies to the docile mental of people...
Witnessing mayhem... swift innovation, perpetuated as morality, lifting a nation.

[Celph Taut]

Yeah, my visual plain is...
Something like the attention to detail inside a miniature painting
I guess that needs a little explaining (alright)
The definition of minimal mayhem amplified by a million, when written into syllable statements.
The feeling of greatness one exhibits when spitting, from pages.
If Charles Manson had a Spotify account? They'd put THIS shit, in his playlist.
Cuckoo crazy talk. It's just the way I jot.
Pen to paper, sending data messages into creative thought
Yeah, they can't wait to pull the plug, on the machine.
The drama between this mind of mine is kind of like a bomb, overseas.
Aside from nodding to beats and finding the rhythm on it, to seize
the opportunity presented, that will STILL not cause these problems, to cease.
The precision of a brain surgeon: we're really just the same person.
Slaying verses, sewing it into your frame, 'till the pain, worsens.
And the scale of pain will be the same as if I increased sensitivity ...
to your muscles n' then cut away at your main nerves, and...
The depth of my depravity is quite the descent...
And I'll redact that statement so that you don't get what I meant.
Just know the mental intent put into each syllable is represented by death...
Secular steps I climb in every direction - these texts have the MC Escher effect..
Minds, spinning in circles... rhymes penned with' a verse
on the pendulum. Exert force to do away with their friendly retorts...
Treat the cypher forum as a friendly fire for enemy sports
But anyway, I don't know why the always tend to send me these dorks
Could be it's because my scripture does the talking for me...
Or it's the end of the chapter, and they can't stop the story.
Visionary, give credit when due.
This is the final act, but know that the end, is askew.
Bodies spinning, at the end of the skew.
bending into a smorgasbord, made of enemy stew
Then crucified for the world to see, like Kick Ass,
when this pen, is pursued. Even the tendons, get chewed - up.
Showed these dudes how they're under the head
like the frenulum, too. Don't get your head in this screw, like Casino.
Tony The Ant Spilotro - I got a short temper.
With the suave of a Forbes 500 corporate board member
The form bender, watch me work.
Like Cool Hand Luke, see a girl, washing a car, taking off her shirt.
Enough to make your thoughts, berserk.
Catch a waft of the doctor's worth, my moxie is...
walking into that double office, permeating Big Dick confidence, like Papa Smurf.
Yeah. And that's the lingo.
The old sales couldn't match with the path of his classic single.
And I'm dropping this on Christmas, too, so catch this jingle.
Massive dingleberries - come feel the wrath of this black Mandingo!!!
Giving cream pies to 'em queen-sized persons of interest...
A picture says a thousand words, while these words could drop the server, on Pinterest.
Bringing you herbs to your senses. I know you nerds are defenseless
- now, and you heard you can get this while you observe, in the trenches.