Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

Don't got to use fists to settle a fight...
Say you will, then hit them in the head with a pipe.
Watch their skull collapse, like the Berlin Wall.
Any emotion from seeing it, better turn it off.
Don't be a bitch, homie - observe the shit.
If you're a DJ, you can use their body to turn up with.
The chances of getting caught, a lot like a Turnip's width.
Turn legit after the Suge Knight murder shit.
Saying you're on your job, well...
Who else is going to get those In-and-Out burgers flipped?
Maybe take a pose with The Rock...
And be famous for his 3rd "first time trying In and Out..." photos he drops.
Said it was his first time - supposedly not.
I guess that's what happens when your PR is smoking some pot.
3rd time's a charm... snapping faster than Rhonda Rousey grabbing you by the arm...
Spitting 'fire', n' you're wondering why I'm 'alarmed'.
If you're looking for Supes to try and harm
You don't go about doing it with flying sheep, from outside a barn.
Um... wondering what else to discuss...
Aside from corporate wealth to adjust...
You're gonna die anyways, so it's safe to say that mental health is a must...
Everybody lies - not even yourself, you can trust.
Try to pursue your goals... do your own... research...
Media influencers will abuse your soul...
A paradigm shift has given 'em new control...
Don't be a bitch, or you will assume a role.
We are all in The Truman Show...
Money in crypto, but only a fool will hold...
People on both sides of the spectrum, fighting, like two year old's.
While the old men running the country, swim, in a pool of gold.
So who the flying fuck cares who's the next elect?
I'm here to protect my neck, like Inspectah Deck...
Whatever you THOUGHT was 'right'? Prepare to be 'left' upset.
Or at the least, distraught.
A bit of information, n' people talk.
Even your TV Box is policing thoughts.
We're in a prison; a construct made to enslave us;
Doesn't make it any less true, because you can't see the locks.

[Bag Mandela]

Ayo, make sure ya cake hole stay closed,
Safe bro, it's best if they don't take notes,
The crazed hold a sane pose its a staged show,
Brain broke but where the rain coats frayed sew, meaning a-social stay gold I'm afraid so,

That sounded double rainbow gay though,

Rhyme scheme switch quicker than electrical relays,
It not only washes cars my pressure jet is a bidet,
First try was a gamble like I entered a sweepstake,
Only in 90% of battles have I wrecked-em so clean mate,

I bought a kilo of red phosphorous expecting that we'd make,
A shit ton of meth but my chemistry steez ain't,
Quite up to par, Sold it instead to get repaid,
And got banned cuz it's illegal as a vendor on ebay,

I might be stimulated, on amphetamine, speed,,
So now I've got to clean my bathroom that's bout as messy as me,
Terrorist scene, but then gonna see me parents for tea,
So I best drop a valley to descend from this peak,
But I'll leave you with a check-check-chickity-check-check for free,
And these muhfuckers still aren't spoon & eggin like me

[Chree]

..Flesh and Bone

Heard about "Me" though?
When I blow up like C4.
On the seafloor, I could spot you in the tree's boy.
I been getting C notes like piano man on Keyboards.
She can throw it back while I'm recording.
Drip so advanced we don't need water.
Like Saint John with eight Psalms, it rains down Ink then goes straight up.
Like Day Star, I can flip a train with the same tongue.
They crawl looking for what aint lost.
Like Vapor I'm rolling like a skateboard.
Grateful is the place where I came from.
Ive been dropping dope lines, I can get you real high.
You would feel like eight foot...

I - don't - need - no - motto,
I've - been - on - the - saddle.
Heard - my - stuff - was - Guava.
But - really - It's - bananas.
I am just the Saga.
I just put IT on the Canvas.

[Bag Mandela]

I really once ate foot, wasn't deliberate though,
As a kid I used to chew the callused skin on toes,
Ripped a chunk off & it went in my throat,
That's how self cannibalism goes,
I still do it now when I've bitten old things I wrote,
Life's a beach but only cuz I missed the boat,
God said I could be any adjective & so,
At random it was Erratic I chose,
But it's paradoxical cuz I simply know,
My unpredictable nature so I predict my own,
I know exactly which way the river flows,
Gonna have to swim it so I don't sink I float,
It's breezy, sure, like a windy coast,
Life's a beach only cuz I missed the boat,
Still hitting posts on self-bitten Road,
I imagine they read this n think it's jokes,
Like it's supposed that it's a pose,
But I'm really not a man akin to scripted shows,
Collapsing into panic if I'm in control,
I'm actively established with a will that won't,
Extract what I imagine in my soul is the sole given goal and fulfill the role so I'm slipping slowly into slopes centred round the mesolimbic zone,
Matti Nykanen (winner of olympic golds), that's where I'll finish bro

[Celph Taut]

Finish so, I ain't arguing with an imbecile
Mad about getting Danish crumbs placed on top of his dinner rolls
My mind is an oasis, it seems...
For closed off spaces only placed into dreams...
Erasing a generation of creational memes
The ace in the seams holding the fabric closed...
Ten toes down on the granite troves
Speak wills in existence.... that's my volcanic prose...
Having such an advantage, it's hard to understand it, so...
I break it down into anecdotes... and it goes
round' and round - it's mechanical.
Nigga's got the personality of a can of coke...
Perrier - tell 'em Evian's for the standard folk.
Simple as San Serif, though
The man's spirit demands lyrics so galaxy-brained
Their fans fear it for
Ages, yet, through the graces of good will, it's a damn miracle
However, when you're writing and putting that pen, to the page...
You engage in a war with an infliction to fuel the flames
Throw a random dart at the wall?
No, I'm choosing names.
Knock em off their feet; only the sole of their shoe, remains.
Walking through the lames, wandering aimlessly
Like Zombies, but it won't be those leeches to chew your brains...
No, break the axel off...
Fish out of water, now where's my tacklebox?
Make gravitational waves, relaying aftershocks.
Uh... either way, you can be persuaded...
On the crux of understanding the language that we created...
See the graves of ashes that we're using to feed these flames with...
They ain't never seen keys as flagrant...
From being slaves to having our human rights reinstated...
See the haters be seething, because it's hard to believe the greatness
Cryogenically voracious keys like
releasing liquid nitrogen into breathing spaces
Altering your reality, so that it's almost like we can shapeshift...
Their shit, is seeming ancient...
I mean... older than fuck... but I ain't worried about that though,
I already told em, what's up... (I did)
Should've made note of it, 'cuz exposing your bluff's solely for what
I would describe ,only, as uh... itch... to be an asshole to
The lower class. Dropping classics through the grapevine
Now, smell the gaseous fumes
From whatever lit match is used...
Rockstar lifestyle, nigga's trashing rooms
First to win and the last to lose
Like Bags balancing free range eggs, on plastic spoons.
In other words, facing me and your ass gets screwed
Faster than asking Scrooge for some cash to use
Uh... far as I'm concerned, I am still on a mission
Silverback, ask Vinny Mac 'bout my Gorilla position..
I feel they're itching for this reform... that's not a plan...
And they're not a man...
They wouldn't make the cut pulling it out of Lorena Bobbitt's hand.
Thinking outside of the box? My man...
You don't even got the product scanned...!!!
Feeling demonic, while I'm on the cam.
Iconic and not a fan of the weak to to be honest
I'm a walking David Goggins brand.
Dot dot dot... do I love me an ellipsis.
Had the manual so long, you turn it on? and my stick, shifts...





K... not sure what that could mean...
But, to throw you off of my tracks, I will attach this meme. (Here)
Tired as fuck, but I stay up all night so I don't have to dream...
Cognitive functions; performing tasks while I'm half asleep
Suffer introspection when you see seconds elapsed, in weeks
Using the warpath to track your streaks...
Bose headphones to drown out my air mattress squeaks
I close my eyes, only to see the sand in the glass, repeats...
On an infinite loop... but ironically, that's my peace.
In and out of ham radio rave lengths...
Peer study review say it's a great gain for brain strength
Not sure how true that is, since they don't cite their sources.
If I don't get at least 1 hour of sleep? Then I might just force it.

[Bag Mandela]

1 hour of sleep? Jeez I need at least 4 a night,
Or early morning to be more precise,
I'm a busy dude reaching soaring heights at producing tracks that get on average 4-ish likes,
It wasn't for the hype I uploaded em though,
Just to listen while I was rolling alone in the hope that I'd know if they were dope or a no,
Like Eskimos on holiday they're colder at home,
It's hard to judge yourself on the things ya make,
As the screen projects its interface in ya face it feels big, mistake, You're in a phase, and it dies quick as kids at Crystal Lake,
If you missed it mate it's a movie reference,
Friday the 13th, what say you to questions,
Unrelated to the topic halfway through a sentence?
Suppose there's a huge dependence on the true intentions,
Humans tend to confuse me greatly,
So much progress but we're stupid, lazy,
I think we rely on the few with brains in super states which also find what they do engaging,
Must be right, talking to myself who's debating?
We don't have fans checking this thinking "woo amazing!",
Just the odd battle rapper perusing, waiting,
For a punch good enough they can use on stage n I'll give em one before I finish at my pooping station,
Not wack not great its an in-betweener,
Middle ether, listen geezer,
Laser sights when I'm gripping heaters,
When you finally see the light, lick a penis,
You can work that last bit out yourself you 2 or 3ish readers that are lyric stealers,
On a real I've finished shitting so I'm Dippin cya

[Celph Taut]

Listening to this ridiculousness and get a seizure
Hot enough to lift a fever,
And your girl? Giving beaver.
Uh, said I was at her door like a trick or treater
Tell 'er to stick this wiener between those puckered lips, and either...
Lick it clean, or jingle it all the way, like a Christmas greeter
Yeah, said I'd rip out this fucking dick n' feed 'er
The tip n' see the chemistry in between, like a physics teacher.
Picture me, here. Not showing up in that bitch, like a missing feature.
This Jack? Isn't Reacher. That's my utility, b.
So much lube on it, need a 18% gratuity fee.
But your girl is such a whore that she'll do it for free...
She 'blew it', like a missed opportunity, if you could believe...
Killed the 'pussy' said, I don't care who's gonna grieve...
Soon as I had those nudies received...
I move in, proceed to give it to her 'on the house'...
Which is on brand for us, since we're doing the 'deed'...
Yeah. Period or not, bitch - you gonna bleed.
You gonna flow like it's your turn in the cypher...
I can murder a sniper simply using the words that I type up...
Throw everything at them, and the kitchen sink...
Listen, mention the kitchen with what I'm 'dishing', wit' this ink...
Fuck the Chrome, go tell Google I am the missing 'link'...
Snatch the heart out of the chest before the kid can blink...
Then crush it, or grind it the dust...
Classic one-liners when you're rhyming with us
Howie Mandell with this mic - who you trying to touch?
Tell 'em to break a leg, while I'm signing the crutch
- Wait, don't you sign the cast?
Don't give a fuck, this shit will be mine, at last.
Nigga's inside a class they've been trying to pass
For decades n' still no effort n' skill.
Either come off of your high horse, or get left on the hill.
How they expect me to chill? 10x'd the record appeal
So me being second is a big misconception, f'real...
Cypher Alum' is setting the heights, for you bums...
You bring a rifle, you ain't fucking with what I'm writing up, son.
Russian roulette with a full chamber...
Put it right in your mouth n' pull.... how that sound to you?
Sadomasochist - killing it's what I'm 'bound' to do...
They clowning who? They wouldn't have a single fan, in a crowded room.
A specialist at this record 'ish.
It's a poker game, n' I brought me some extra chips.
Wait... extra chips?
Exotic style, check out the leopard prints.
Sexual decadence. Smiley faces through message hints.
Been the freshest, since...
4chan was ran by overprotective simps
Out here dropping lectures that would make your college professors, wince.
So, I don't know why their doubting shit.
Arms getting round wit' every pound I lift...
Have more cookies than browsers get...
Style legit to the 'letter' for every sound that an alpha, bit...
A bunch of Stephen Kings out here, thinking you Clowns were IT.
Nah... couldn't be further from the truth...
Killed it, still blood on the furniture, for proof.
Got luminol in the room, wit y'all.
Will look like The Shining scene when they view the wall.
Or Charles Lee Ray using voodoo
as a vessel to channel his spirit, into a doll...
Shit's worse than Jim Carroll suffering through withdrawals...
Nigga's were in their feelings until they grew some balls
Now we're in the weeds of the raps...
So, you need to relax.
Died already since they didn't wanna believe in the facts...
Meaningless acts of trepidation out here, even on wax.
Buried deep, in the cracks of their foundation... floorboards creaking..
And that's the reason these cats are not worthy of a mention
They just squeeze through the gaps...
Calling themselves legends, without reading the maps...
Not to me. Especially when these keys are attached.
Every free, is an axe being thrown by an Apache's hand...
Hand me a starter cap' for when I have to come n' smack these Stans...
Rocking Ecco gear, wit' the matching pants...
Price on their head like an escort with a cash advance...
Shooters on the rooftop, lining the scope...
You can see the professionalism, by the approach...
Lines are first class yet, my cynicism, is riding in coach...
Eyes wanna close by the time that I post
Snaps back open, the higher the dose that my violence provokes...
That's why I'm the most hedonistic...
A product of my environment's hopes...
Going over every line that's been inspired by quotes
Ingratiating myself, in time, with the retirement folks...
Quiet, but know the desire that my silence, evokes.

[Bag Mandela]

My current desire is I'm dropping a wide shit & have nothing to wipe with,
I got a couple envelopes, after I stop this I might rip,
And just hope it doesn't spread like people following ISIS,
Sat on the bowl, hand in my phone,
I mean phone in my hand forgive my slacking but bro,
My minds occupied with the lack of a roll like standing alone being last to be chose, -n see my material, forced it yeah, like pants so tight that they're all aware my cock n balls are there,
I'll end there n wipe, subscribe share n like while I despair in life

[Celph Taut]

Got a fear or heights...
Which is weird cuz, like, I'm always taking off into the air - this is paradise
Beaches, white sands... palm trees
Overseas, making flight plans...
Check the luggage, once the infrared light scans, I'm gone.
Fuck with these hands, get bam'd, with the bandage on.
If you can't see the bigger picture? Then you're holding the camera wrong
Outside of my circle; looks like they ran along...
Out of here... skid marks on the soapbox they were standing on.
How's that 'copium' for ya? Warrior logo...
Homie's living out a story they don't know... attempting to sympathize.
After the work is done, they go switching sides...
A bunch of true bloods, telling convincing lies
Which is why if they try to open their mouth?
It won't be a nose that's growing an inch, in size...
Mother shooing their kids inside, father telling 'em rinse their eyes...
Looking for the formula they can synthesize
See the face in the missing slides
So whoever's keeping their distance's in for a big surprise....
Talking about a God of the Gaps..
Constructing the model from a logical lapse
The same shoebox concept to cause their walls, to collapse.
I'm like, hmm... interesting.
Picturing you in a catch and release stream - you think I care how your fishing's been?
Bitch, this has been the defacto coliseum, for ages
Long before web-crawlers were reading the pages...
It's seeming outrageous, but I assure you the venom, was there.
Nigga's keep a distance so their record is spared...
Studying the methods for every word to fill in...
Heard the skill n' liken the thought of it to a mercy killing
Blood on the coffee table, shards of glass cover the floor...
Unbeknownst to the mailman, slipping the envelope under the door..
A fixture of Rapbattles, son, I've been running the board...
Had to deal with pain far beyond what anyone can endure

[Bag Mandela]

Can endure, muhfuckers bout to see the can end your,
Hunger as pass them all to the famished, poor, enjoyment seekers of crack n horse,
I've tried both but my brain has aboard a passenger that ensures my conscious mind gets back in form,
Today it's making me tidy up & I'm dying of boredom,
Washing garms, clothes, whatever you're inclining to call em, socks, Ts, pants of got a pile so tall n,
Haven't seen threads this dirty since porn sites in the forum,
Toilet bowl to clean, I'm not prepped for that, yes it's wack, so pebbledashed I'll probs get a rash and an infection that spreads as fast as the recent epidemic has, so even if I finally meet death at last, at least my shit still got people getting jabs,
Still a shit talker, stiff walker since all the cartilage formed a disorder after I repeatedly kicked former Kings balls with forces of lit mortars fired at russia-ookryin borders

[Chree]

It's thankless work, yall late for church.
await orders and wait your turn, I pave the way forward.
I race toward it, never distracted by the same orchard.
acolyte to the state forest they jumping lines like a state border.
I'm what faith rewarded, snakes coil around the staff that shake forums.
I jump on any page and straight break orbit.
Give you my 2 cents and a mercy rule in the same quarter.

[Bag Mandela]

Same quarter, Different 75 percent,
Most of my alone time is spent,
Listening to Dido's album life for rent,
Until the tears that I cry relent,
My intent? Could drop a pun about camping,
But I'll instead offer something outstanding:
The truth, last year I gained a hundred pounds and did,
Nothing but ate & hung around wanking,
This year I got back in line n cracked it, self-chiropractic, someone who knows changes, rhinoplastic,
Style erratic wildly frantic, mildly inciting panic, akin to slicing sandwiches outside a cabin while relaxing with ya wife n grandkids by some rapids, then your sights attracted to what's striding past it, and there comes a bear across like christ fanatics,
I'm deprived of having what you take for granted,
Feet remaining planted, social status standard, having shameless banter, you n ya mates are plastered, probably got a family to raise ya bastard,
Go to baby showers n pre-make a hamper,
But vice versa cuz I've got being a lazy wanker to a Brian Gardner level of greatly mastered

[Homicidal]

artistic expression lessens the pain
similar to dope in veins just relaxin' to loosen up
I have to abuse it, pass it and use it
cause after these rhymes cast away
I know it's right back to the bull shit
fishing during red tide, this sickness is real
ink stamped with addiction and sealed
to be mailed to the next seed, niece or nephew
it gets deep like deaths venue dense in the soil
dark chambers cold inside of me, danger to society
for this mental pain burns in varieties daily, twisted
keeping me gifted like kids with down syndrome
with parents determined on a serious mission
guess i'm cool with the visuals, they tag and finish it
on the gram showing love in their reel dappin' images
if the buzz lasted infinite would it trash, diminish it?
no crashes seems legit, never passin when it's lit
tapped in passionate drive forever but that shit's a dream

[Bag Mandela]

That shit's a dream, like a high fibre diet & a bit of cream,
Wipe? Ha! There's little need, instant clean, didn't bleed, any sting relieved like antihistamines,

Yaw yaw yaw, yaw yaw,
When my rectum excavates ayo there's never mess,
Poo hard,
Not the smallest speck,
I drop an egg off quick forsaking paper checks,
Poo hard,
Not the smallest speck,
And you know we sprayed doodie from the shit hole yet,
Poo hard, not the smallest speck,
Bowl was dashed but didn't care, dont get the sphincter mess,
Poo hard, not the smallest speck

[Homicidal]

depression at it's finest, i'm formally caged up
sorta insane maybe, no mortal can say they ..
predicted this internet shit would completely change everything
like old school quarter arcade games
funny how metaphors and similes
lead to publication, and awarded misery
though humans can relate loosely through this ink
so maybe it's not as pointless and stupid as I think
thoughts forever swirl like soft serve in the summer sun
wishin' the world was another one
once blowing cartridges clueless
to how ones energy can darken the room
don't harp on the harmony
these emotions seem partially nude
for to hide them is impossible to