Keystyle Cypher!

[Cody Nash]

why you even bother, Celph? no, i mean.. Ill, why do you BOTHER Celph?
I can't even decide whether or not it helps to speak here, but I'm beyond the help...
driven by sacrificial lambs that I drop in wells... look down & don't even WANT to yell,
but if it's an ILL FINESSE production, drop ya penny & we'll turn the speakers off in hell..
goin' off's a sell... I don't buy that he's dope just cause he posts to a beat...
Celph actually writes rhymes, uses a mic, and spits 'em off the dome with some heat.
these things proven & shown, but PLEASE...now I'm cappin' - no lies, just ANNUNCIATION!
funny these fools write gun bars all their lives but couldn't hit a lick of some punctuation..
give your lungs displacement, like stage 4 cancer in an orphanage...if it was contagious
this cypher's in Texas weather, I'll cook these eggs on the street & I'll son the pavement
think I'm seasoned off the mic? I produced more seasons than factories... tons of flavor...
ya'll punchin' paper...touchin' screens...writin' lines down on a forum where nothin's seen
you know that sayin' about the fuckin' trees? do ya'll really fall on here if no one fuckin' reads?
excuse my language..it's just frustration, less finesse and more taut maybe?
in here like rodents, or some lost babies...clingin' to the host server like it got rabies
how's finesse breakin' the mold? when I can see the foundation gets more rot daily..
back around like a shark lately...this time was a 7 year circle and not a lot's changing...
came back to see the God's aren't believed in and this site's like a husk...
a couple heads and some bots...come in like I'm Darth, leave a thai fighter fucked
here 20 minutes and they gave me a ban stick...
like gamblin' on NASCAR they might pay me to crash it
came to get in a cypher but dementia does damage
under this house like The Visit...in here pacing the passage
caged in a thread like it's making them happy...
like libraries in grade school, embracing the Hatchet
pictures in a quilt..they're encased in the fabric,
but reality isn't real, ya'll made the Matrix a habit....
compete for no wins, flame the house with no matches
ya'll just goin' in forever...like that one Drake collab did...

[Bag Mandela]

Well it's Bag Mandela and I'm here to say,
I'm the hip fly homie from around the way,
Don't get in, get out the way,
Of this funky fresh sound I'm about to play,
*Greatest instrumental ever plays, crowd goes wild, hot women offer blowjobs - pitifully declined*
If they wanna hate it's just another stigmata,
Bust em open blind folded like a pinata,
I respect women's rights because I think smarter,
They respect mine more because I hit harder,
*DJ scratching while breakdancing, women return offering further BJs, fight breaks out, 3 dead*
This is what happens when you've written your verses,
Without giving them prior thinking or purpose,
I can juggle anvils while doing complex maths riding a unicycle backwards on a slippery surface
And there we go, that's that

[Soule]

I'm addicted to the pain that's cemented in my brain,
conflicted and insane, I'm twisted and deranged.
Restricted to the shame that's invented by my name,
I listen to the rain while smitten by my rage...
intentions always change when livid or mundane.
An image without paint has the most vivid of shades.

I'm a mindless ape, a spineless snake,
in a timeless age where violence drapes.
My eyelids cage cornea-iris waves,
are those violins played or a tyrant's range?

I'm schitsophrenic, so eccentric, absolutely crazed,
hearing voices is my poison, and I'm usually dazed.
They wake me up or break me from moments of joy,
screaming and deceiving until I'm broken, annoyed.
Someone save me. I'm fading. I don't know what to say!
These pills drill through my head till I'm numb, decayed.

Inside, I want to cry, I long to feel alive,
but in the light, I go blind, the appeal's deprived.
Close my eyes, hope to die, my mouth is dry,
I found a knife, maybe I'll carve around the lines.

I'm trapped in Pan's Labyrinth, self harm's so damn savage,
tied to this bland mattress, sinking like sand, with tan matches.
Flick the flame and kick the frame where the can crashes,
twist and strain, I kiss the pain until I'm gray ashes.
Let the wind blow me away, I'm unworthy of a grave,
or toss me in the sea where I'll deteriorate.

[Virbius]

“Trapped in Pan’s labyrinth”..?
You’re a bad satyrist like its antagonist.
If you think your rap’s dope you’re the haphazardest rap analyst.
I back anarchists, I smack pacifists, I stab catholics with blades made of black amethyst.
You’re from a country where they put peanut butter in jam sandwiches...
What the fuck?

You call yourself “Johnny Darko”.
Why not Donnie Bravo?
My type: Margot Robbie... your type: Robbie Margot.
Your shit’s dry as Amontillado.
I’m shotting cargo in Monte Carlo.
You’re from a country where they say tomayto, not tomato.

...hi

[Soule]

This a keystyle thread, didn't realize we were dissing each other,
come at me side ways again, I'll kick you out quicker than your mother.

[Ragian]

Astronomically i Be Creating Doom for Everyone/Formulating Galaxies Higher than Inhuman concepts/Juggling planets and suns/Killing the Living and giving [L]ife to the dead/you heard what i said/Mesmerizingly moving emcess North of their hearts/Open your mind and Pour out your heart with those lyrics/I'm surrounded by Quasi-emcees wrestling with the Rap-[R]eality (that's me!)/Systematically destroying opposition with Terrorizing [T]actics its a (triple) [T]ragedy/Ultimately [U]tilizing my time beyond your Verification Wirelessly with [W]i-fi/I ended one phone rap app, and I'm one of the last posters' in another online cypher/X-pect me to X-tinguish X-treme emcees in my vicinity/WhY? WhYYYY?????/let's just say i won't rest till there are Zero emcees standing in my way.....

Mission xXZeroEmceesDiseaseXx

(Inspired by Genelec & Memphis Reigns album "Scorpion Circles")

[Ill Finesse]

I'm whooping ass and taking names
I got a steak to claim, cuz I make the flames
knees shake, they fast to break like a laker game
He's Drake
I'm Diddy and will punch you in your face
Then send you for cheesecake
Now who's Cody Nash? Is he great?
Is he a fag or he's straight?
I ain't mad if he ain't, he just hugs on celphs nuts and rides his taint
FUCK those pictures you paint, you ain't no disciple or Saint...





Celph is just your idol
I'm married to the game yet unbridled
Don't view you as rivals
One look inside your eyes and I can see inside you
If you fuck with me you could die
You can't box with God but you could try
I'll let you leave in a box, euthanized
You can't cross me you honkeys tryna crucify
But the dudes too fly
I bet you be telling your celph it's a mirage
But my wealth could fund a stealth fuselage
I give the youth a nod
Then send nukes to the cypher alumni's synagogue
Found out it was my celph that was pretending God
Bringing an end to your mosque, beheading your boss
Leave lead in your legend, allegedly
I'll concede to honorable mention, subjectively
Conceptually not on my level, irrespectively
Mean mugging, all you niggaz checking for me
My allegories surely are apart of your top 3
Everytime I rhyme somebody copies
I'm ahead like top piece, got so much bread I opt to lease
Some ain't got a pot to pee
I grow pot properly on my own property
I dare any of you to think about robbing me
I'll go into my model T, pull out a novelty piece
You thought you was impervious, then why send virbius
I'll extend this courteous
Which nerd to rip, Bag, Cody Nash?
Thinks they can rap, let's work on our avatars
I think back to a time when those who rhymed would understand the art
You just a fan of what you saw
Once you open your jaws, it's mandible claw
I live by the same laws as the animals
You pr_y, E or A, whichevers tangible
Terminate my plate if the boule's mechanical
Wait, the boule's Tyrannical
From another planet, came to visit to spit something exquisite
Now it's hung in an exhibit for all to witness
Another iLL Finesse written...

[Cody Nash]

Signing off like it’s copy written…But just sounds like he copies writtens
Boxed his ears…Got under his skin and now he wants these mittens
You awfully withered…write like an old head that’s on defensive
Mandible claws? I’ll cactus Jack with these barbs, he’s finished…
He’s a Ken doll without a barbie with him…you hardly winnin…
I hit stages with E40 and WC - I stood up with the stars he gimmicks
Act like he’s fillin in the drivers chair but writes from a carseat
Celph ain’t my God - he a tiny man, but raw words keep him onry
Prolly hears a gunshot sound and bops his head like it’s on beat
Meanwhile you hear it and duck and cover, this Hunter don’t want beef!
Sits in this section of the forest; never ventures elsewhere to talk speech
Giving theories bout the universe but his universe turned soft
Just SEE his words over tracks…less Devil, more Murdock
Talking prayers and EA, but in his game it gets worse off
Sport don’t wanna play…just bumps the keys like his nose raw
I ain’t no saint, oh no doc…but you can’t fix what my flows got
Spread through you like a virus, every word melt your whole jaw
Vascular disease with no treatments…can’t make a head from some coleslaw
You been ran through for years so it’s no wonder your hope’s gone…
Catch and release him…he’ll hit the banks with a slow crawl
Come at me fins a blazin, wave em at me with NO THUMBS…
Simply disposable, you got a beat but I don’t play it…
Cuz what’s the point after this long if you aint recording your own statements?
Sayin’s with no sprayin’s…couldn’t disrespect if he wanted to
I’ve felt the spit up on stages…you pretend and that’s all ya do…
No follow through…took him days just to drop his truth
I came back in here on the job and my work paid me to jot it too
Over $17 an hour! Just to kick some bars in some minutes…
And he said my name two times like a third could just end him…
Finesse, finesse, finesse…don’t see his Wesson my mirror?
Staring at my own reflection like I can’t get any clearer…

ThatKidBigCodyCryNashty

[Ill Finesse]

Lol at the immediate reply from celph alias
You faker then what an Israeli is
In context you're nonsense the equivalent of bomb threats
You pompous jerk
I'll easily body your body of work
Return your body to earth, covered in dirt
Threw in some red wigglers, planted some perp
OG Twerp is what I'll call it
Your girl keeps calling me cuz of your small dick
Dick beater it makes sense why you'd pick Vegeta
Inferiority complex, not fit as a leader
You can talk a lot of shit, but who believes ya?
Me neither
You just another Prema Donna diva
I got some marijuana that'll help relieve the stress
I'm not lying, then she took off her dress
I was like yes yes yes, I'm on my Daniel Bryan
Top rope flying in the lions den, where the pussy at?
Then Tweety bird pointed at you and said I did I did saw a pussycat
Knock on wood, his jaw, fractures like puzzle pieces, jigsaw
With chocolate streaks in his draws
While I got my chocolate meat in her raw
After I skeet I send her off
To get my attention when you're around she pretends to cough
Then I meet her in the bathroom and I recommends she floss
How my balls taste since y'all share a straw
Life ain't fair, not fair at all
But to be fair you the type to wear a shawl
iLL prepared to brawl
look in a mirror and stare at your flaws
I can't put it any clearer, you're inferior
A beta male with an interior that resembles Syria
Now go silent by order of the Pontius Pilate
ordered the hit on your highness
Then slaughtered the bitch beside him
Claimed I was hiding because I have a life
Gets mad if I don't write, that's that shit I don't like
Like if I won't fight the power, overpower you cowards
Every single outburst towers
So I'm leaving you behind like by-son
You'd think I went to Howard, I'm done....

[Cody Nash]

Look dear, it ain't personal.. I saw you "flexin" on all these bums
so I figured I'd let you know that YOU also look like one...
that's penance...cause I know Socrates ain't been pennin'
it's just some dude behind a computer who pretends to be Ill finessin'
*tilts my beverage* and that's coffee my dude, just lettin you know I'm sober...
fag tryna pin me like its wrestling, but I know a strike bowls him over
bad wolfin', and yeah I'm Vegeta... but I can see that you ain't Kakarot...
some Master Roshi ass geezer...talkin' on women he never had at all
when you drop it ain't half as hard...I'll catch you lackin', Star...
the short of it is? I'll beat you in any style, even with HALF the bars...
short and sweet... I get it...
you're like Kevin Hart, little passion
morbidly dismissive...
like his own lines ain't just average...
I kid, I'm just wastin' lines...takin' time with a has been
hasboro box better toys than you do foes in your matches...
assault on the famished.. I feel bad hittin' the homeless
usin' a library computer to google Syria for his opponents -
but prolly just to spell it...cuz the heat would have him dropping
talkin' Labia? more like Libya, you could hold the blade like Gaddafi...
knife up the backside, you're no leader...this saiyan lifted you like a pillow
then I threw you through multiple houses like you were browsin' cribs up on zillow

[Ill Finesse]

(still rocking off the instrumental...)

I'm hard as brillo, you pussy like willow
In your drawer is a dildo
Get the hell off my stage like Wilcos
After your demise we'll toast, we'll boast
If still around you're a killed ghost, fucking clown
You can't fuck around with a real goat
You posted your reply during Usman vs Covington
Queer as folk
Doesn't need to be explained, you and I are not the same
Listen you lame you do not want it
Your testosterone levels wain when confronted
You claiming sober, I'm claiming Yoda
With my mind I can make shit knock over
The loop is your ass, the ass Cody Nash
The ass Cody Nash with Vegeta for pizzazz
That's terrific
I'm a Libra doing scientific experiments on these amoebas
I mean uhMoeBamba
It's magic, like the words "strap-on" backwards
I snack on crackers and snap on black nerds
I'm lacking some adverbs so add adverse hazards haphazardly scattered
The only rings you ever won were battered
Not one mattered
Yall not trying to give me space like flat earth chatterer
if I put in your face Excalibur
You'll be quick to throw up the duece like McAllister

[Bag Mandela]

Throwing the deuce like McAllister,
When I kick in front doors n wipe poo down ya bannister,
I wanna move to Italia just to screw with the Mafia,
So fly you'd presume I'm a harrier,
So fly, I've got flies in the house,(jeez)
That's why I keep the spiders around,(wut?!)
But they can't catch em all, I end up striking em down,
Cuz spiders can't fly and flies don't fly on the ground,
It's as wild as it sounds, trust me it's nuts,
I needed a solution, I've been utterly stuck,
but I hope things soon start coming up good when I eventually get this eagle & huntsman to fuck,
I tried skipping the breeding part & taped them together,
Shit idea, so were the staples & tether,
Seems like they've been dating forever,
I gave them time alone for a day in my cellar & dressed the eagle in bondage chains with the leather,
that failed, so I made her a sweater that perfectly complimented the shade of her feathers,
there's a nagging doubt the eagle may be a fella,
but it's possible the huntsman can't mate under pressure

[Celph Taut]

I'm whooping ass and taking names
I got a steak to claim, cuz I make the flames
knees shake, they fast to break like a laker game
He's Drake
I'm Diddy and will punch you in your face
Then send you for cheesecake
Now who's Cody Nash? Is he great?
Is he a fag or he's straight?
I ain't mad if he ain't, he just hugs on celphs nuts and rides his taint
FUCK those pictures you paint, you ain't no disciple or Saint...





Celph is just your idol
I'm married to the game yet unbridled
Don't view you as rivals
One look inside your eyes and I can see inside you
If you fuck with me you could die
You can't box with God but you could try
I'll let you leave in a box, euthanized
You can't cross me you honkeys tryna crucify
But the dudes too fly
I bet you be telling your celph it's a mirage
But my wealth could fund a stealth fuselage
I give the youth a nod
Then send nukes to the cypher alumni's synagogue
Found out it was my celph that was pretending God
Bringing an end to your mosque, beheading your boss
Leave lead in your legend, allegedly
I'll concede to honorable mention, subjectively
Conceptually not on my level, irrespectively
Mean mugging, all you niggaz checking for me
My allegories surely are apart of your top 3
Everytime I rhyme somebody copies
I'm ahead like top piece, got so much bread I opt to lease
Some ain't got a pot to pee
I grow pot properly on my own property
I dare any of you to think about robbing me
I'll go into my model T, pull out a novelty piece
You thought you was impervious, then why send virbius
I'll extend this courteous
Which nerd to rip, Bag, Cody Nash?
Thinks they can rap, let's work on our avatars
I think back to a time when those who rhymed would understand the art
You just a fan of what you saw
Once you open your jaws, it's mandible claw
I live by the same laws as the animals
You pr_y, E or A, whichevers tangible
Terminate my plate if the boule's mechanical
Wait, the boule's Tyrannical
From another planet, came to visit to spit something exquisite
Now it's hung in an exhibit for all to witness
Another iLL Finesse written...

Lol at the immediate reply from celph alias
You faker then what an Israeli is
In context you're nonsense the equivalent of bomb threats
You pompous jerk
I'll easily body your body of work
Return your body to earth, covered in dirt
Threw in some red wigglers, planted some perp
OG Twerp is what I'll call it
Your girl keeps calling me cuz of your small dick
Dick beater it makes sense why you'd pick Vegeta
Inferiority complex, not fit as a leader
You can talk a lot of shit, but who believes ya?
Me neither
You just another Prema Donna diva
I got some marijuana that'll help relieve the stress
I'm not lying, then she took off her dress
I was like yes yes yes, I'm on my Daniel Bryan
Top rope flying in the lions den, where the pussy at?
Then Tweety bird pointed at you and said I did I did saw a pussycat
Knock on wood, his jaw, fractures like puzzle pieces, jigsaw
With chocolate streaks in his draws
While I got my chocolate meat in her raw
After I skeet I send her off
To get my attention when you're around she pretends to cough
Then I meet her in the bathroom and I recommends she floss
How my balls taste since y'all share a straw
Life ain't fair, not fair at all
But to be fair you the type to wear a shawl
iLL prepared to brawl
look in a mirror and stare at your flaws
I can't put it any clearer, you're inferior
A beta male with an interior that resembles Syria
Now go silent by order of the Pontius Pilate
ordered the hit on your highness
Then slaughtered the bitch beside him
Claimed I was hiding because I have a life
Gets mad if I don't write, that's that shit I don't like
Like if I won't fight the power, overpower you cowards
Every single outburst towers
So I'm leaving you behind like by-son
You'd think I went to Howard, I'm done....

AWWWW, LOOK at the story book you wrote for me.
Jokingly, I wouldn't even consider you someone near dope as thee'
Collective in here. In fact? I'd probably say you drag us below average...
With your Caveman rhetoric, yet, you're no savage.
Really, I'll split your whole cabbage, down the middle.
I am pro-midgets, however, you will get clowned a little. Cause now, the cynic in me
Wishes to see the difference between what passes off as scribbling keys, and intricate schemes...
Every verse is diminishing returns, considering what he's given, is frees.
Now, suppose they were to give me a tax break.
For crying over spilt milk, but I'm relaxed, mate.
You're all over the place - how on earth are you able to get your facts, straight?
I tried to hear your flow to the beat, but you know it was weak
at the very moment you speak. I guess that's where your inflated ego goes, to retreat.
I'd rather get crushed at a Travis Scott concert, then let you go and compete.
Your momentum has been slowing, it seems.
This is a Doberman going into a fight against a Boeing. Your dreams...
Or aspirations involving me conceding has been fraudulent, Ill.
Motion capture - the brain is racing, but the body, is still.
Probably instill the fear in God in you since you're not even real...
This ain't a fight - this is more like Jada Red 'Pill' table-talking, with Will.
You're either popping some pills or deluded - which is it, because?
No social distancing measure will be effective in creating space as this ass-kicking here, does.
Go ahead. Spray the surface with disinfectant. Shit's misdirection.
Barging into his girls oval office - the Trump insurrection!
Oh, you linking us to the beats? You washed up. This battle's...
- gonna end the same way it did; rinse and repeat. Dog, I'm telling you: instant defeat.
Ask Quentin Tarantino where he got his fetish from...
The truck? It got Bazookas in the back... now who's the Menace, Son?
Keep dropping all you want. I'll break it down for you, simple.
By firing off at the start. Now, that's a powerful intro.
And I don't know how you are into a crowd that will doubt your potential...
With everything you've been doing, only for it to be drowned out, with a pencil?
Call it foreboding. Or structural integrity.
I said it, b. The shit is closed off, and now you will never leave.

[Cody Nash]

When I clock in I just manage lines - tradin minutes with some average guys
hurl a grandfather clock out a 2-story window like Finesse tryin to ask the time
Wiley Coyote with the habits like..he jumps off of planks, takin massive dives
Always aims for a target and misses cause he can barely keep his hand aligned
But I’m a classic vibe…more palatable than a vinyl record
Come to a cypher to write - cause I’ve accomplished too much in the title sections..
here to sharpen blades with a styled method…this iron’s ghetto
“I’m better” is such a tired message…like goin’ postal now requires benzos
Reading punchlines like a sleep aid…I see words in my dream state
I come away memorizing lines like these thoughts are my physical keepsakes…
I don’t speak plain…like the hijackers on flight 93
This feels like rap 101…like you camp in tents in LA gettin high on the beach…
On the side of a street…all covid ridden with suicide on the scene…
Yo, I don’t TRY to be mean…
but I hope some of you like Trump & that you’re dyin from bleach…
Injection sites lookin’ CLEAN…while they’re tied to their screens -
Whatever class that you’re in see Bezos findin’ that green…
Design is obscene…but money runs this decathalon
It’s no wonder concrete jungles still got trucks that say Amazon…

[Soule]

Welcome to RB, where Tom Brady bars win,
where former LLL champions lose to compliments.