Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

Looking in the grass, since a lot of factions are ran by snakes...
None of which have the drive, nor the inclination, to slam their brakes
End up Tiger Wooding themselves, into a center divider...
Holy Smokes, Woods! Are you OK? "Well, I said I can drive ya!"
Uhm. Sure thing, Chief. Yeah...speaking of Chief.
The freaking elite of smoking up the tent, incase you need the relief.
Get one hit off the Little Mountain, n' then I immediately sleep
And charge it to the game, but, this time I'm gonna keep the receipt!
Damn, I'm acting frugal.
But if you known me for 34 years, then, that's the usual.
My idea of luxury is spaghetti scraps, n' a pack of noodles...
Placed on a piece of paper, like children crafts, I use you as a device prop
and throw it, at your funeral. (Surprise!)
Your mother sheds a tear... but, that is expected.
There's not a lot of people that I have to connect with, so
my bandwidth, is optimal.
I made it possible to attach two computers together in my office, though
So it's not like you can stop this load, it's now complete.
Turn it off n' make my router sleep awhile, for peace.
My damn printer printing a thousand sheets
of source code through WIKI browser leaks
That allows me to push my alter ego to CARL HAUSER FEATS...
Ugh... get to the chopper.
Kick rocks, in other words, treat this like perpetual soccer.
Or, a second thought...
Don't you dare ever question Taut.
Twist your perception, with nothing more than a message block.
The depths of this ever lowering vessel, is special ops
- to you. I assure you: this is the multiverse that you're talking through.
Doctor Doom of RapBattles. Decepticon, for true...
Plus Voltron, improved. Feel the force of a demigod, pursue.
All your facades, removed.
The lodge, causing condensation to fog your views
For every eventuality you all can choose.
Either way, it's a dead end. What does that mean?
You won't need a carbon monoxide scare to be lucky to breathe...

[Soar Kaid]

Bling aint for the poor ,
A dude like me spendin what I can afford ,
Chicks that your sexin are probably dirty ,
you can’t get a blessin unless your worthy ,
lucky cat’s pass death up ,
so they’re not a goner ,
I consider some feats as a gift from the father ,
Guns to the face of men that don’t produce ,
I’m nice in the booth until my lifes reduced

[Soar Kaid]

The glamour of my neck chains got these honeys ready ,
GT body spin off of a Toyota lookin deadly ,
I’m nice with the words ,
I got this rap polished ,
The drama runs cold in the winter time when I start it ,
I’m hated around ,
Cuz I steal chicks ,
my game is the truth ,
Transfer these lyrics to heaven ,
cuz the flows off the roof ,
Test Soar Kaid and find out that the schoolin is heavy ,
Raider racers mad that my lights red on my chevy ,
I only go for double D Cups for my reach ,
My face is too nice for tattoo’s ,
Tell me to cry and I’ll mention my piece ,
I’m one of the best in the east ,
Cuz the state of the streets I’m in made me a beast

[Celph Taut]

Word....



Learned the dialect of the iron chef.
I'm too young, ain't no fucking way I'll retire, yet.
Rolling snake eyes to kill the entire set.
Nicholas Cage, walking the Vegas floor.
Investigating a set up his former friend planned out, days before.
Divert your attention, but you ain't for sure.
Restricted access, you can't explore. You have to change
your style every fucking day, or the fans get bored.
Isn't that how it is now? Hip Hop ain't dead until those funeral flowers go down.
Nearly 20 years, and I'm still on this, browsing around
For hours, n' now the climate seems to cater to these powerless clowns.
So, where does the line end, and when does it begin?
I mean, you're buzzing n' then it isn't before long until somebody comes in
and steals your shine. Even Shine lost his momentum,
cause Diddy discarded him. If you look at his life, you'll wonder where karma's been.
It makes it harder to start again. Lives on forever in petty arguments
It's arduous. Since an artist is nothing more than a bargain chip...
In this thing called the industry, where they're targeting
their niche demographic, getting money through sponsored partnerships.
Remember the days of selling out for promoting a brand?
Wonder after it's said and done how much of it goes in your hand?
I know that it can seem pedantic, but..
The doors are closed because the insiders won't answer us
So, you're dropping new music to make your fans adjust
Man, it's just nothing more than a canvass brush
Across the unfinished painting, wait till those plans go bust...
I'm of the mindset that you go for what you want in life...
Don't use your motivation for pursuing it, as a plot device.
Ignore those who've gotten by off a rep of sailing through
most situations, n' then come to you if you want advice.
It's not worth it. They worship a worthless savior.
Not enough energy to revert the aim of the circuit breaker.
Dropping gems through their five dollar jewelry.
Ignites the fuel in me to do more than what these fakers choose to be.
It's a night and day difference when you put in the time...
With a Webster's admiration on what you look to define.
Said, I took the design and altered it.
Little iterations, here and there. Condensation, to fog the mirror. I clear the air.

[Don Flows]

I got a Tinsdale hook ,
Win the game while hot chicks look ,
Send em back to the benches where the lost get took ,
The shake and bake game the same as house rules ,
lots of crooks ,
Hands on my head leanin back in my seat ,
I’m in a different lane ,
The Cadillac is mystique ,
Talkin to my significant other ,
mack of the week ,
Go to the sack and she’ll get tapped in her sleep ,
Gone on the block with a mind of skill ,
Never lost in the game cuz my kind is real ,
I’ve got to bind the steel ,
And focus on droppin cats with my pine-ne-ill ,
I rhyme with the flows that derive from the boroughs ,
Sign your lyrics over to homes that rides in the boroughs ,
I’m ,
Rockin dudes caps off with patrone till they die in the boroughs ,
Fly ,
Fast from the scene to my home and hide in the boroughs

[Celph Taut]

Every line has been thorough.
Two extra arms to my side, like I'm Goro.
Shit will fly, and then I'll watch 'em cry, in their sorrow.
Their not creative. It was only right I altered the design that they borrowed.
Feel I'm in my prime, with the Zorro fencing skills... my mind, is immortal.
See what happens when you decide to waltz inside of that portal
And fall in a new dimension, n' then find out if I am as cordial...
Shit could go sideways, 'reel quick... like a drone shot...
Say you got the drive till you ride the side of the road block...
And don't stop - they say only the driver side deployed...
Now, that's some shit that I enjoy...
My hands are like weapons; they seem to shine, like Floyd's..
Look at all 'em rappers that I destroyed...
- in my past time coming back, I'm more puzzled for it then I'm annoyed.
Yeah, altruism is hard to practice, in theory.
But, let's see the lack of apathy if they were actually near me
In any serious capacity, clearly... shit can get popping...
You can die. Suicide - it isn't an option...
But you decide... (huh) Like Hitler moving on Jewish lives
By cultural influence to create a human with the most bluest eyes.
Roll credits, that's the end of the movie
For the Zen, or for those that pretend to pursue me
Lauded as the frontrunner of the forums, huh.
Lifelike. But it's boring, huh?
Well, don't you worry - there's more to come.
Immortal, you mortal scum haven't been informed since this forum board begun.
About as socially awkward as the "Forrest run"...
I'd have a better chance of having a tortoise coming, before you punks...
- would cross the finish line.
Shit's why I don't really give this time... like I use to.
I ain't hear to amuse you. I don't care to be cool. Let's be clear, this isn't fear of the New School...
There's no comparison to those who simply stare at computers...
No different than the shared network is to be in fear of their users
Who map the data pipeline. Despite my objections
to their life-line, I'm like fine. It's nothing new.
Shit's corrupt, but that's another matter I'll jump into...
The Frankenstein monster, without a neck - just a bunch of screws.
Ask 'em, "What's up with Scrooge?
He hasn't been himself, lately. Is he cool with the Grinch?
Got the tools for the job, now.
Dad bod, while I open up Shop, down at your crib - Ma and Pa style.

[Don Flows]

The style numbers high enough to start a cult ,
Grab the legs of the competition ,
and make em catapult ,
If they drop somethin nice ,
I take it as an insult ,
Can’t apologize for your words when real rap heads don’t ,
Got the Black Pyramid coat on my back ,
Hate on my clothes ,
Homie you need a better attack ,
I’m the type of rapper to flow and get dap ,
Let loose with some words while I’m still in the act ,
When I pull off to the side ,
I relieve the ride ,
Red on red ,
Nothin lookin fresher than mine ,
Kickin up dust at you with the four wheel drive ,
Zero to sixty in 6 seconds then turn off to a slide ,
I'm drinkin dragon fruit with the lemon ,
I got a lot of pawg women friended ,
Sex one of em in ten minutes ,
See’n her body is enough to make me half winded ,
You cat’s live ,
but I’mma take all yalls hope ,
I aint great ,
Although some of yall call me a goat ,
Drivin on my PS4 game on a slip stream ,
Sip lean ,
Get cream ,
Live the dream then I leave

[Celph Taut]

I know they've seen my fatigues
Business casual, shit is actual as mean as can be...
As far as genius, keys dangle like the janitor walking out of the remedial scene
choreographing art, seems to me I need no reason to leave...
Expectations go higher...
Petting the fire in my soul, so that I can raise the desire
Sustain what I've attained, or required...
My name on the game has aspired the flames from the same quagmires
Attempting to discredit the arch...
But from me to them, the keys I've run here, is what sets us apart...
This is essentially me pressing the cart against the aisle, so mentally, they'll need to step up their mark...
Fuck the petty remarks, it's more of a acquired taste...
central motivation from where the art in the lines, are placed...
Guess it's my appetite that needs to be satiated...
A lot of people infatuated with the top, so that they have to make it...
Feel flustered whenever they attempt to take the crown...
See the news outlets they designated, are making rounds...
Sharks in the water where there's blood... mud, under my shoes...
Running through barbwire, anything to discover my roots.
Feel liberated, because of these fruits...
Rapping, yet no action; just another excuse...
I've been in the room so long, quite frankly, I've become a recluse.
Guess that's the usual. Kids are so feudal, though.
It's the man that I use to know
Acting clueless, I lose control. Choking, self medication
- Needing a noose, to hold.
Feel it's a ruse, but no other person will say it. Created a framework
From nothing more than a text, at hand.
Feeling complex, it's just the best are planned.
Dropping a key becomes optimal, see them talking between each session
Getting lost in their dreams
It's awesome, I need the motivation to throw their ass in a brain washing machine.
The idea of the man that wishes to obfuscate...
Rather then be direct, see the text inside of my Office Space.
Turning time itself into awkward shapes...
I put in the work, so that I can walk with greats. Punches just land...
- they're yelling out, "Not the face!"
Yeah. What a coward, it's clear.
Pulling my residual self, based on idealisms, out of the mirror
So proud that I'm here, and still going.
Kill the real omen, n' still hold it over its head. Thorough-bred to conceal hope, it's....
My last resort... I already know how they follow the road
These cats retort... shooting their 3's, but seem a basket short...
Lie in their chair, in need of a back support...
Alas, the First Class export.
Charles Xavier, moving barriers, telepathically.
Making capital, investing with cash received from my past...
Proceed to walk into a bank, deposit all of that stack, then leave
A generation taken care of. I did it, fantastically.
I'm on fire - I feel like no one's a 'match' for me.
I give it my all. I'm causing these tracks, to bleed...
Motivational speaker for hire, but that pass, is free.

[Celph Taut]

And that's why it's a pass. I pass, n' then pass, for 3.
Still feeling passive. The future, leaving the past debris.
Have a penchant for making classics, when rapping keys...
Come a long way from the waiter, working at Apple Bees's...
Nah, more like Mickey D's... working in the kitchen,
flipping burgers, to get some cheese. At 16, dropping 16's
on the forums, so interesting. It was instant, then.
Wanting to become official, when - ever I pick up this freaking pen.
Shit's like a hidden gem. They're pushing their ears to the wall, attempting to listen in.
Keep it in the family, all of their missing kin.
The waters are high enough to go fishing in...
The Winter Soldier. Bucky, attempting to reactivate his missing limb.
A proton cannon away from feeling like I'm the man
... against the pandemic plague. Internationally known, but, Canada made.
Feel them raising their antennae, have to stand in the shade.
Granted, I've been planted inside the matrix.
So, it's a matter of making sure you don't put your hand, in the way.
My frequencies are airborne. No fair warning 'fore it happens, so, there ain't no way to prepare for it.
It's paranormal. Around the early 2000's, I was fairly cordial.
But, still dropping terror porn; shit was near immortal.
Uh. Saw people browsing the thread...
It's a 4 dimensional chess game, Magnus Carlsen - that's how I'm ahead.
Or MODOK, that's how I'm a 'head'.
CypherAlumni like the knife, in the fungi. They're wondering how they've been hyping up one guy. (ME!!)
It's more like a squadron. All the forum's I've glossed,
- the decorum, is awesome. Got the formula, dog.
See the window, as I'm going across it.
The other factions got so many losses... this win column? I am holding it hostage.
So, sing your Hail Mary's, end up impaled, on the rosary's crosses.
Man, you see these keys?
This is exactly what freedom sees. Regal, doing these evil deeds.
Isn't so much that I'm needing peace. It's, if I see you doing something? I need a piece.
It's that simple. Progressing the future, based off some past info.
I know your potential, is ill. I guess your f'real.
But, if what you're doing is detrimental? I will see it's in my best interest to getting you killed.
Now, I don't believe that makes me sociopathic.
But, guess that will all be decided, once they open your casket.
With you inside, n' throw in the matches.
A feat that far? The only motive, is madness.
However, my only motive is throwing up classics...
Catch a fist the size of Robert Wadlow's catcher's mitt...
If you step in this, so much pressure the architectural record, skips.
Tell me, who's next to diss?
The story of Gabriel, the aura of Davey Jones.
The formula's made, to go. So, what are you waiting for!?
HANH. They can't play me, bro. The controller, is broken.
He stepped over it, hoping he'd get a next play, yet, nobody told him.
Calculative, to the point he possesses a core advantage.
More to manage, euphoric conversion, based off of Norbert's Gambit
The perennial front runner - I like the sound of that.
Look how the crown's intact... no defense attorney?
Looking up, vertical chess, 'far as flirting with death concerns me...
I feel I'm the best, converging on ethics, to press the clergy.
Sitting in confessional, expecting to go to Heaven, but know
A simple blessing isn't enough for me to get to the rest of the road...
Staring at my mirror reflection, n' expressing my soul
Is misdirection, a globe - to me - is everything. Yet...it makes me feel like less of a whole.
When you consider schematics...
20/20, navigating the visual graphics, of life.
You're sitting in traffic, waiting to ask for advice...
Shit's more graphic than the Passion Of Christ...
The reaction to a crash, where the passenger is told they wouldn't last through the night.
The last of the Mohicans. Look at me, as I'm crushing rankings.
Not giving a fuck, like Putin, amidst political Russian sanctions...
As Alexei Navalny mocks a dictatorship.
Waiting for his day in court.
It's mental mind games, played as sport. The brainwaves of a champion.
The voice as the answer him, despite the pundits wishing to cancel him.
I'm Darkseid, personified.
The last breath, as you look in a dead soldiers eyes.
A paraplegic, as they're told, to rise.
The sole discretion given, before your own demise.
The whistleblower, exposing lies.
And the pro-bono lawyer they don't advise.
I mean, shit is no surprise I'm Abel, to kill.
Even if I'm disabled, I use this Cane, as a shield.
Every dog has his day, in the field.
And when mine comes, I may be slain, but eventually, I'll be still alive.
Parts of me sustained, as my brain is rebuilt.
Yeah, it isn't over yet. Break it down for these fake ass warriors, with no respect.
Shit's is a warzone. Thanos, Infinity stones. And I still have four more to get.
Wear it, as a medallion, to let 'em know they can't afford to step.
And they really don't know how I got the ranks, there...
More uncomfortable than having Elizabeth Holmes, giving a blank stare.
Projecting hate, to my enemies.
I mean, they read it n' figure now that they'll get to me.
It works out, eventually.

[Don Flows]

I make most of yall enter the game with ballistics ,
Far from any christ like names in any religion ,
Its a small problem when I gotta blast you ,
I'm workin with a fourty five ,
Ya man had to ,
The stash in the back aint goin no where ,
I'll kill any cat livin with a million without a care ,
Stuntin in my black jeans makin money on the corner ,
Stick caps on ya lid if ya block messin up my orders ,
Eatin at a pizza shop in a haze of smoke ,
I'd love to see the cops try to take my dope ,
Uh ,
Diligent in the zone with half styles reminiscent ,
Dustin cat’s off quick with the desert at a distance ,
You seen how I milked the game for all its worth ,
Stern work for a glock spittin ,
take ya frame off of the earth ,
Made man in the church ,
Dumpin seven shots at gods candle sticks ,
Runnin a five star outside of the hood ,
That’s a high class whip ,
Uh ,
Atmosphere open takin this gangsta on a long flight ,
My belt beatin you kids for dare’n to write ,
Years in the ghetto made me shoot slugs at night ,
Gave power to myself ,
Makin my skills devour on sight ,
Uh ,
Games played at the arcade ,
Get ya coins took all for you to get slayed ,
I aint amazed ,
Its only my hundredth style to catch flames ,
Feel my pain ,
Lost feelin plain with nothing to gain ,
I studied with the best ,
I’m more right than a perfect score on a test ,
One hundred and twenty percent correct ,
I never regress ,
But I’ll pull back with the tech ,
You don’t need to start guessin ,
Cuz I teach cortexes that I shoot double wesses ,
Thats my presence

[Celph Taut]

Not many people can get past a sentence.
However, I use logistics, so i can mask my vengeance.
My ego? A bit harder to hide.
If it was up to me, every bar I decide to publish would immediately push karma, aside.
Now, take into consideration, how...
I could reshape a vowel to any structure I wish...
Yeah, something like this. Or, another word, that just doesn't exist.
Raising the vocal levels to an uncomfortable pitch.
They hear the wail, decide it isn't worth it to pursue.
Now me, I'd say it's worth it, every verse that comes anew
Isn't perfect, but it's the thought that counts. And I got lots amounts.
So much so, that I keep it dropping, through blocked accounts.
And they won't get an inch on me. No, not an ounce.
I'm logic bound. Shooting comets, see asteroids lying, on top of clowns.
Yeah, that's how Starfox gets down.
Feeling awesome, the will of Muhammad, how it comes to me, in a boxing round...
I don't care for the riddles. I'm here to disparage, belittle
You little terrorists scribble Arabic on the wall...
Filling lairs, with your drivel. A mighty mountain, that is yet to be conquered.
I never heard of the vets that they talk of.
However, it's cool. Open doors, they're just letting 'em through.
Animals. Here's your token to get in the zoo.
It's perpetual. I took 'em to heights in which they never could do.
Now, their opportunity gave 'em a general view.
Another ambitious endeavor to get their ass up.
Change their whole perspective, like Mel Gibson did, in a bath tub.
All of those facades, disappear.
Listen clear, like your mixing done, by the engineer.
It's coming full circle - sit in a winners sphere.
It's all about the Benjamin's, until real players interfere.
It's a deep pool - make sure to have on your fishing gear...
Then what are you to do? In a pitch black room, don't really know who's who.
Dropping momentum for the clueless few
Wishing to create their enterprise, asking me who am I gonna do this to?
I'm all out of fucks to give - I said it before.
Dome shot, then, I remove the head, to be sure.
It's a cruel world, baby. I'm sure you read the manual.
You got off that banana boat... thinking because they threw you that life jacket
that you plan to float... listen to me...
Your ambitions, believe you to find the higher ground, serendipitously.
But, this is between two opposing ends.
While I'm out here, exposing trends. After the show...
The X factor text rapper's the goat.
And that's for the 'per capita' folk... who wish to invest their assets,
without assessing risk management, so.. tell me, you think that's air you're breathing?

[Don Flows]

I wanted the Molecular structure of a dime ,
Went to the bank against the wishes of those that don’t commit crimes ,
Its like I had three wishes ,
Eatin extra nice food in a cool restaurant of deep dishes ,
Judges wanna dismiss me in the court cuz I look so fresh ,
Jadakiss or Escobar flow with a young caress ,
Tell me a joke but don’t tell me to joke ,
I’m givin my fans heavy lines ,
Bars killer with an offensive slope ,
I’m rightfully boss ,
You think you hard till your in my tier and get tossed ,
Crossed ,
See’n nitro comin out the back of my exhaust ,
If I ever came holy ,
I wouldn’t suggest an angels reply ,
Cuz I’mma god ,
All that demonic lyrical material is denied ,
I glide often ,
In the tropics flyin with other jets by my side ,
I aint that writer that’s lost ,
wantin to create a rhyme

[Celph Taut]

Word... a demigod, of the Omega kind.
Fellow worshippers made a shrine... all that other weak shit
they're talking about, will fade, with time.
Means I'm working against the clock... lead foot,
put their foot in their mouth, as soon as this pencil, jots.
Should battle a crown attorney, with all these defensive thoughts.
Comprehensive, watch them try to jump over all of these mental blocks..
Life's like a game a Tetris.
No matter how terrible it could be, you still have to play against this.
Gotta give thanks to the forerunners who paved an entrance.
Attributing to the fire when I display a sentence, in a way to persuade my creative presence.
And, rightfully so.
Incandescent in nature, giving light to the whole.
Those in the basket will likely fold.
The power of a man, with nothing to lose, is a sight to behold.
It's the difference between being happy with silver, and being crushed you didn't fight for the gold.
It's only right that I know I can keep this going
like a patrol. I'll be the American Sniper, until this cypher gets old!
They're getting cold feet.
If you can't put words in your own mouth, then it's probably best that you don't speak.
Given soul to those of you that are so weak.
That yo' Jeep Wrangler is coming close to a slow creep...
Engine light. Engine light. Get Service, soon.
I don't care what you nerds presume.
Early Birdy, dude getting in it, since 32.
The beast that I turned into is a testimony of these words that I'm serving you.
And it never gets old. Trust me... it must be..
the fact... I could never be rusty - I guess I'm lucky, perhaps.
I've been dropping nothing, but raps.
Making it more uncomfortable then having a beard, you're putting up, in a mask.
But, better that than the day you get COVID, and you fucking collapse.
And the pain and suffering that's associated with your family
knowing you were to stubborn, and that's why you're now one of the stats.

[Celph Taut]

Doing circles around these children, while I'm running my laps.
Dust clouds forming, which works, 'cause I'm trying to cover my tracks.
Coming from wax, to building infrastructures...
Ask 'em, how do they feel?
Time to rebuild, since the insurrection happened, on Capitol Hill.
Coming out of it, unscathed. Won't be happy, until that mask, is revealed.
Shit coming from my past, is f'real.
It actually happened. The will to pack my bags, fast, and conceal...
an ever growing notoriety. Born inside of me.
Forming, vibrantly. It's ruthless, man.
So welcoming of the future until you get scanned...
Become organ donors to fuel the ignition...
Start a fire, don't ever lose your ambition.
Blurring the lines; reality is now more looser, than fiction.
Because you feel useless, the friction...
slowly building inside of you, off of some loose leaf traditions...
It's a Mad Max world we're in....
Staring at that sterling silver.... wondering where it goes from here.
Straight to the overseer.
Trying to speak to your inner conscience - it won't appear.
If a tree falls in the forest, with no one near...
Then, how the hell are you gonna hear?
Bonafide, made my motives clear. It's all revealed, when you're shown a mirror.
And they wanted to cancel Doja, before.
Cancel Culture; nobody knows where to go, anymore.
You can be cancelled, at your house, soon as you open your door.
Now focus is on every action you do...
So that people, you don't even know, have a reaction to you...
They're looking through your past, for some clues.
"Oh, he said that? I'm offended!" All of sudden, now that's in the news!
Instead of people dying. Or legislation being passed
to cripple the average civilian. Actual children get to starve, while Apple's a trillion.
You have one man's net worth over that of a billion..
You request minimum wage increases n' they look at you like you asked for a million...
- dollars. Crazy. Well, I'm not. It's the institution that raised me.
That made me cuckoo. Have some screws loose, with Youtube views, on the lately.
Consuming hours of drivel. Can lose your power, while
Ted Cruz is out on vacation - it's sounding a little hypocritical to us..
So, tell me, how is it civil? Bring the war to your front door...
Dressed like Conan The Barbarian, staring in, if you want more...
They're yelling out, "Encore".
Make idealisms an art form... the arbiter, with something to barge towards...
Society's tired... it's not like the cheese in the trap...
... bullshit that we're falling for..
The rich steal from all the poor, then wonder who's starting wars...
The institution of what's right and fair, has been long ignored.
While people watch pieces of their own humanity, wash ashore.

[Virbius]

Yeah, people watching pieces of their humanity wash ashore.
What a chore. I’m busy fisting a bitch with my massive mutant lobster claw.
I’m on road with a shiv which I whittled from a boxer’s jaw,
Rocking a hand me down plague mask that medieval doctors wore.