Keystyle Cypher!

[Blas]

Fuck looking for signs, I create them.... here's one, for instance...
Shine light into the eyesight of one who rinses
their thought process with skewed beliefs...
See the stare of the nationalist, looking through the sheets
That's the altitude that I choose to reach
I drop a rudimentary only a few can teach
The same reverence as the Pope has accomplished to a priest...
Or whatever it is to you geeks; not that I'm counting...
Bring rivers of worship to outweigh the drops in your fountain
I mean, I drop it down...
So, if it isn't to much to ask, I'm asking you not to drown.
Conversely, remain in place. 'Cause it isn't safe to hop out, now.
Agnostic for awhile. Couldn't ignore it, for long.
I wasn't dead, at least not yet - I guess the mourners are wrong.
Incense is in the air, I came prepared wit' a nose clip...
See your one dimensional plain tilt down - that's how my foes, slip.
Didn't think I no-ticed?
Jaws get dislocated if ever throwing a closed fist to your homie - I DON'T MISS.
"You lil' broke bitch - thought you're getting a fast one.
Told you to break a leg, which is why you died on your last run.
Literary device, mate.
Did an ollie, while I was watching the, price skate...
As political adversaries incite hate...
I'm the type of evil they don't talk about in their inner circles
Lived what I spoke, ensure that your family was in 'fore hitting curfew.
It's my worldview, n I'm kindly asking you get out of the way
Kids went sabbatical, as I was chowing my prey
Give meaning to what you didn't have the power to say but now, it's OK. (it is)
You can say it. (Go). Here, I'll say it with you.
Pray for my prey, magazines spray a pay-per-issue.
Pain fray in the same way as the mainframe delay... I wish you-
Nothing but good fortune, or get ripped away like a paper-tissue.
Destiny binding by rope... theory of design
as minds align in the scope... you can tell its neurotic nature, by the approach.
Ironically, I don't buy the approach... that's for the consumers...
That's before the computers cornered their users
In a systemic war in supporting abusers
By being misinformed, so you lose your sense of identity
n' scorn the accusers... opinions form n' you choose a door to open for your new rulers...
Yep, I'm back again. Adorned in a red leather jacket, wit' the matching timbs
They talk bad on that? And I'm snatching limbs-
From bodies.. shit's probably the realest...
You'll be knocking on my door when you talk of guerillas....
Spots lift octaves to sit on top of their pillars...
Watch it drop to the ground to topple you lil office 'cause now I'm wanting the crown... (give it)
Might as well hand it over n' be curtsies.
Massage the neural muscle; Roman gods couldn't work these...
One of my first keys in a while, let it birth siege
The verse reads: I'm blessing you with the clips, if you nerds, sneeze...
I chew the brain... go through the root where only a few remain
Reducing you to the single view of a username
What else can I do to explain to you lames
Count Dooku/Hugo Strange. Breaking you 3 dollar nigga's into some change
Dreamworld, got me floating on lucid strains
Love hurts - I've been dodging the cupid's aims...
It's not for a lack of trying, though.
Tell him I'm thinking high, but I'm flying low...
Ye' beats play each A-track, so I'm riding slow.
Died awhile ago; an affirmation of what's to come, willingly.
Deprive me of all the oxygen in the world, n' still I breathe
Give life to a race of exuberance, let it echo beneath
24 hour grind; shift paradigms when I'm expected to sleep.
Your lil records, is weak.... fucking fluff piece.
Dropped your Manga arc, then I snuffed it with One Piece
Now the story is com-plete.
Bunch of old farts searching for me, n' done peaked.
Over the hill... their run, had a sobering feel.
Frozen in time, my blood runs cold with an emotional chill
For those whose pasts are their only appeal
What other merch are you going to shill?
You paid for your words, that's why I am holding the bill...
The autobiography of the greatest... you know it's the deal
Especially when your lifetime is less than my moment, instilled...

nice stuff, now sign into LLL

[Bag Mandela]

They thought this thread was dying but F all the critics,
The most they can say's it lost its celph for a minute,
They call me Sex Lord da Kill It, my shits large as heck foo,
So much wang hangin out, could be a bar in Chengdu,
Got em wet through, so are the sheets, blinds, mattress,
Fam, I go harder than tryna eat spined cactus,
They're lives are open books n I just re-write chapters,
I leave Earth, I could tell you whats on 3I/ATLAS,
I was at the Shangri-La, cuz I fancied a change,
38th floor suite, wearing Gabbana with stains,
I was chilling hitting ice, as I glanced through the panes,
I saw a bunch of homeless dudes doing exactly the same,
All this paper does is create firewalls,
Gives the wrong people power, ignites rises, falls,
Causes divides of course & deprives the poor,
Drugs are a gift from Queen nature, unite us all,
Disclaimer: may cause acts as disruptive
as being banned from hotels for wanking in public

[Homicidal]

..
.. like i can't write, yea right
the mirror is lookin back, various crooked cats
wantin' me on my death bed, recovering meth head
like red heads poppin' maraschinos i put the cherry atop the blunt
i'm cold-no sugar coat-I'm icing opponents
.. some rust right? .. cool, respect my strugglin'
tho the vocabulary hot like ya breath was hummin'
brain like a Chinese nuke-I'm the core of this bomb shit
pourin' it on bitch-wit different lingo like foreign ebonics
whack rappers I ruin pronto, hear me?
it takes just one voice like uno lavoz
.. that's actually tough cause uno lavoz is whack as fuck..
love you ready to swing 'when' you hating to 'lose'
im side steppin shit like im scraping my shoes
ducking and throwing hands-I counter your punk fists
i'm down for the dumb shit-don't get caught
for each parry becomes counterproductive
to late to realize who now not to fuck with
Tyson and Twork discussing the power I punch with
candy emcees faces twisted-they sour or some shit
get lost you died.. now I'm stressed from undercovers
knocking-answered wit no answers.. you swept up into covers
flexed-for still they wonder..
shallow grave left you stretched within' your suburbs
body wrapped-under ground-still yet to be discovered
.. different type of level
.. paradoxical type chatter G, I hold the master key
to leave you left with questions like stolen answer keys
like i say fuck an emcee
.. shit's nothing to me

[Celph Taut]

Word, it's nothing to me....
Janitor walking around just fumbling keys; stumbling, geez.
What's hot? 600 degrees...
Far as I'm concerned, that's a comfortable breeze...
I need it hotter... if it's less than the Suns rays, don't even bother.
i said -- DOG -- I NEED IT HOTTER...
Jesus, please heat this pot up... I want my skin to melt
As soon as I touch it... enough heat that you can combust with..
And who the fuck said I was losing my touch, bitch?
Who the fuck is so in-tune with their stuff it loses its substance?
Comes back n' uses you to adjust it?
Shit, if I use it, it must fit... that's elasticity...
Rap vividly. That's what you cats giving me.
So many raps in the key that you detach, physically.
Then, I put you back together like a broken puzzle piece...
Cover ground from around any spot it doesn't reach...
Shockwaves ripple through your room, like a sonic boom...
Probably knew, as soon as you saw, that it's an iconic tune...
If Art of Dialogue can ask Suge about Keefe D...
Please believe the Devil in a Blue Dress ain't want peace with me
Fuck it, to be Frank for a second, I've been gone for a minute..
Back from the dead they said, since you wanted a clinic...
Dealing with cognitive dissonance n' probably don't give a shit
About you, honestly. Wallabies wannabe Christopher Wallace, please
STFU.... unless... you're Ready To Die?
*Click-Click* I hope you said your goodbyes
Big Dreamers like The Scarecrow, with their head in the skies(disguise)
Rather be specific with you, as you generalize
These anesthetic decides my mood when the doc is out of medic supplies
I'm more grumpy... running the Digital Underground, before Humpy...
Metaphors strike a cord to make you more comfy...
I'm looking like I've scored lunchmeat. Less jump scares in this movie of mine...
I prefer horror of a dubious kind...
Whatever these film critics choose to define gruesome, it's fine.
Just when you thought Jason died too many times
You gonna find I'm one retcon away from LOSING MY MIND...
Need a bloodhound to follow the trail...
Beat your ass on a sample sized palette, then have it modeled to scale.
Shit, you created a fantasy where your Gods can prevail
But paled to logic n' failed. To be honest...
Tony Hawk is a snail compared to how far I am off of the rails
The Boogeyman that they talk of in tales.
Tired of not getting my props.... executives watch
From their skybox seats of me, setting up shop...
They say the rent is due... if the door is open then you can let him through...
I left a lot of shit off the table, because it was stuff I was getting to...
A conscience they never knew...
If that wasn't bad enough, they gathered up to get a better view...
There's a certain understanding to expand your horizon...
The plan is surprising the audience
and presenting something that your fans wanna vibe with
Sleepy, I can't deny it... tired, wretched...
Yet fully alive as soon as I am messed with...
Realized that time is precious.... the mind, it meshes
with time, between rhyme and sentence.
So try to test this if, by some flawed design, the message
that I've pressed by ya elicits some kind of death-wish, then I respect it.
Don't give a J.D baby-faced fuck bout it
Breaking the 4th wall, because this board, dog, is crowded...
And I've warned y'all about it... not sure why you're heeding it, now..
Better believe it, we're the unseen demons y'all been reading about...
In your teen dramas... walk in the direction where we see lavas...
All you got to do is, give me a soapbox to key off of...
Uh... said I threw a right, like Tyson did when he threw the fight...
Take your shock value...pfft... not enough to ignite...
If I took your false positive.... n' do it right...
Plug it into a light that exemplified your fakeness? I would lose my life.

[Baron Mynd]

You’ll lose your life if you choose to cypher. Purist rhyme scrutiniser. Human microphone to a writer, there’s no comparison really. It’s so embarrassing, clearly you aren’t up to the task. Fear me like I’m stood in all black. Eerie. Pull off the mask, expose what’s inside. Thunder will crack over the skies, rolling slowly until the notion subsides. Focused the blind, lent an ear to deaf copious times. Hear me again, closely this time, the sneer on my breath. The chatter of teeth. The reaper of death, a man who’s deceased, a cancerous heathen. Black as the evening, animalistic natural instinct. Lacking in feeling. A savage. Sadistic. Cannibalistic. Fangs for inflicting poisonous venom, on point as my weapon. My voice is the ever-present white noise you contend with. I find enjoyment and pleasure in seeing you suffer. I’m the reason you shudder. The keeper of other realms. Evil uncovered. The secret you’re struggling to keep from your mother. The screech of the cupboard door. The meaning you’re looking for. Dark into light. The spark that ignited the fire. Heart full of ice, blood cold in my veins. Watching over you waiting on your lowest moment of shame. The smoke on the wayside choking your brain. The growing malaise. Social contagion. The fresh and new grew old and decayed. Nobody changed. You stretched the truth, shouldered the blame, I lead you to do it. The destiny chooser. King maker. Endless confusion. The crypt waker there in the moonlight to solicit danger. Enter medulla. Power of thought spoke in devilish tongue. Your final hour is shorter than the breath in your lungs. Invite death when it comes, forget about running. There are no exceptions above it. Your presence means nothing. The end isn’t something mere mortals can ask to change. Better to have passed away gracefully than me have had to chase you.

[Celph Taut]

Killed both the parents, so that I can watch a bastard raise you...
Cats relying too much on their future; don't let your past erase you...
Generational wealth is diminished, they got no cash to make due
Then act ungrateful when they're walking away. with half their plate full
Of food for thought...
Actually, the master-key to the lock, you have bought...
Downward trajectory, slow the momentum to a stop
Theatre of the mind, should you choose to watch
Whatever views you got from watching your news, on FOX.
Ugh.... change the channel...
Too much politics for the brain to handle
I'm saying, can no picture box have my brainwaves scrambled...
Or perhaps it can... not sure, anymore...
Watching it, yeah, I learn to ignore it....
But something about it speaks to me - the words, are euphoric...
Heard it before observing it more disturbed than before
The frequencies of the 'telly had me lurching towards it...
Eh... I guess that's cool...
Write it down, if feeling pressured to...
Reflect a sort of higher intellect that seems destitute...
Echo chambers exit through
The green gradient message hue just as you're pressing mute...
--- silence ---
How's that for reflexive truth?
When opinions feel like an expressive loop
Cyclical ideologies; my apologies.
Tired of being reminded of these dying prophecies, I cannot appease.
So, I don't even try...
Break thoughts into a moment of time...
There's not a soul I can find with an icebox colder than mine...
Yeah, a chisel for that soft tone...
That isn't for you to walk home or talk about doctrine that's not known
Rather use it to speak to the unique...
English is my third language - I am fluent, in beef.
They're not. I'm well aware they've been using Duo, to cheat.
in fear of losing their streak...
That Green Owl, man. If you ain't doing it each ...night
He, like, tells you do it or he... loses it -- I mean...it's cool, if you do it between...
7AM to about noon to receive the 2x you need, to BOOST YOUR XP!!! (just saying)
But if you don't do it, then gee... they like
Go to great lengths to show you that you're missing out...
I got a streak freeze. And after that, it felt like it was in my house...
Watching me... obviously that gave me the courage to stop being lazy
And do the lesson so that it would get off my back...
Looked through my phone's settings, so I can stop the app...
Locked it that, didn't do enough to it, but
Whatever, bought me some time... couldn't log in to find me, popping offline.