Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

They are trying to climb to the top...
Been so long that they've been eying my spot...
Yet I'm good in it, so why would I stop?
Block them off... rest assured it will be an eternity
Before they deserve a single word from me
I converge on demigod and preserved belief of an insurrection
Haven't seen before, as they observe the peak
Came along way from PC microphones and slurring speech
Now it's about the laws of power for all you cowards...
Logging on your browsers... in wave sessions, making a song for hours...
There isn't a Drago strong enough to face these Apollo showers
Breaking down the walls that shroud us...
The Midas touch, rising up over your office towers... I don't feel sympathy...
Reneging yourself over the internet doesn't interest me
Spilling tea over who can kill a key... will it be someone else, or do they feel it's C?
Laid the groundwork for the foundation to build a scheme..
The Machinist, entering Willow's dream...
Still obscene with this skill, I mean it's kill or be killed, between.
It defies logic, in fact... if it isn't probable, that it must mean it's God of the Gaps..
If you want my take? You should probably relax... chill a bit..
Feel you're sick with the "tools", which is ironic, cause YOU are "ill"-"equipped"...
In other words, you are not ready.... feel the tension in the air, the throne just got heavy...
With every word, it will drop deadly.
Kamikaze flights, in Boeing fighter jets... my desire's a higher quest
Than what they aspire to, you liar you - I'm on fire, yes.
And there's no extinguisher... I don't mix words - little homie - so, get your English up.
Especially when you think of stuff.
You're quoting oxford... well, that won't help you when you're starring down the barrel of a Mossberg
Put you in a box, if you wish to crosswords...
The style is too animalistic for your fox herd...
Shots as you're sitting on the fence, like you're not sure...
Hands rated F, for fuck around and find out...
I doubt there's anything more dangerous than the words from my mouth
Can go on tangents and still be more relevant...
Been going mental with everything that I say, yet...
it's "All For My Dogs", like Aubrey Drake in the kennel, shit...
Treat bodies like their Charron rebuttals... you getting flipped..
See you lying there, bleeding... let you have your Hans moment...
Line after line, all quoted. The law wrote it. It's all noted.

[Ill Finesse]

Alas, for its, your Maj.. has returned to enlighten
Creep, as I take you deep like Poseidon
Then onto higher peaks than a giants reach
And after these heights we meet you'll release a giant screech
From disbelief
Like when people look at my ganja leaf
So Crystally
The better it is physically the better it is fiscally
Now since I'm official I make twice as much as I would traditionally
Really tho money ain't shit to me
I been broke throughout most of my history
Then I got everything I wanted
And now experience misery
But I keep on grinding, just so that my kids could eat
On the inside I'm dying from what my first set of kids did to me
I got nothing but sympathy
As y'all go down with the Titanic, and the band playing its final symphony
My love for
My love for.. is why I was stranded
Then I remembered to put the most high first
And on my feet I landed
It worked
Before that I would go berserk
And I had good reasons
Treason, Heathens, Demons scheming
Invading my dreams, my team
My beam reigns supreme
After I bring the pain I don't remain on the scene
On to the next chapter, a new day it seems
Way serene, less stress on my mind
I spend the time doing some of my favorite things
Duckin one time during rides
During my youth we had to run & hide
Tuesdays & Thursdays don't come outside
Them boys is bout to slide
I get annoyed at those who still bout the life
You 30+?
A killer?
Or an out of touch, cuz you never grew up, corrupted pillar
Now the pups, have no filter
What's up is what prolifer-ate
But my nigga ain't
A saint that's going to heaven
Selling crack at a 7-11
From the hours of 2-8
Not caring about the community that you create
If you relate, no hate... but you know its time for you to go straight
Its only a matter of time before your date
When you meet your make...
(Its not too late)
All you need is faith and you'll receive his grace
How you want to be remembered when you leave this place
When your kids grow up what will be the shape of the landscape
Or could it be reshaped
How just a little bit of good would be great
There's lots of pressure from these takes
But as long as God is spotting you
Then easily you can handle thee weight
Now be safe...

- iLL

[Celph Taut]

Word... be safe, be well, be merry...
Nobody knows the weight of the world these keys carry
Yet, carry they do... watch the landscape as it's appearing in view...
And y'all still asking me what these lyrics can do?
Bare the weight of the universe on my back...
So, how the hell can I look at you children n' not react?
Shoot somebody on the street, they're popping back...
It's the laws of attraction to break their jaws into fractions
Got the crown, tell me if they got the balls to come ask it...
You do? And that's something for you all to get ass whipped...
They said it's October. Well, ok, you can fall... in your casket.
What does it matter if it's curry chicken or chicken curry?
Makes no difference when I come spit this fury..
In the court of public opinion, you can be sitting there, with your jury
Mean mugging me with net thuggery, sitting, with your jewelry...
Call it Akuma bands...Street Fighter 2 advance..
Land what? I had my hands up, before the Numa Numa dance
R.I.P to the 45 king - that was a blow to be...
Long before ODB, I'm the one you would go and see.
The whole MC infrastructure's fallen down - there's no potency
- anymore, so you know it's deep...
Keystyles 24/7, see rhyming words as I go to sleep...
Have the same reverence as Rome asking the Pope to speak
Fuck waiting for something to happen...
You either stay on the stump or you jump into action...
Clothing moguls are wondering what's becoming of fashion
Since rappers took an interest, but I ain't gonna be lumped into that shit...
Rather just keep a good distance away from all of it...
You see that trap door from a mile away and still fall in it..
Deep rooted stupidity you can't shake....
Sometimes you got to chill and pump your handbrake, for damn sake.
Lie through their teeth, singing sweet nothings...
Giving you poison, tell yo to eat something...
It's a boy lost in the system, until we jump in... better know the rules...
Especially when you hold the tools, everything becomes global news...
A ticking time bomb you don't diffuse...
Hear the time clock inside my head when I go to snooze...
With the same disdain Kanye West is holding for the Jews...
Say we were born to lose...
Some of us find ourselves in a movie, scared of which door to choose...
"Hey, the right one"...
Knock on the devil's door, and well, he might come.
Have skeletons in my closet, and more under the floorboards...
Demons in corridors, n' they wonder why I'm euphoric for?
I close my eyes and see sordid gore...
Like some kind of a picture reel from a morbid war...
You know it's fucked up when the morgue is more like a corner store
With a revolving door... you meet your maker with honor - that's what your balls are for...
But don't get it twisted either, they can snatch your life...
Religious undertones on your tele, bringing you back to Christ...
The power of Christ compels you to spit intelligent shit...
They sit there and tell you, you lit...
They tell you believe in a higher power, because the devil, exists...
I don't even know what the fellowship is...I do know I never fell for his tricks...
I'm watching televangelists tell me donate, today...
From private jets, as kids in poverty waste away...
I mean, imagine that. Imagine that juxtaposition n' tell me
This shit has been healthy. Telling you you're subhuman because you isn't as wealthy.
You don't got the capital or liquid cash you have access to
With taxes due, so pay it, because Uncle Sam asked you to
You ain't broke, but you certainly can't make a dollar stretch this week...
How can we be "woke"? You got the 'rest' of us trying to get some "sleep"...
You feel like a fucking zombie, working a 9 to 5 job
Dock your hours down n' then tell you that, "It ain't my prob'"

[Soule]

Work hard for the money or money will work you hard,
clock in, grind away, clock out, repeat.
This life will bury you, doesn't matter who your are,
the moment you're born, your fates in sync.
Days become tedious, like counting stars,
sometimes you can't tell if you're awake, asleep.
As time goes on you'll forget the scars
and discover them again when the memory fleets.
Your head begins to ache, vision might blur,
you try to explain the pain but can't find the right words.
The doctor will help but through trial and error,
so many pills your mind becomes vile and feral.
The pressure builds up until your skull explodes,
and you care less about the things you loved to hold.
Family becomes strangers, pets become fiends,
safety becomes danger, whispers become screams.
It reaches the point where you don't want to eat,
and water tastes like poison so why should you drink?
You stare across the ocean, wanting your lifeboat to sink.
Life's a Titanic, put in motion the feat.

Work hard for the money or money will work you hard,
Clock in, grind away, clock out, repeat.
Clock in, grind away, clock out, repeat.
Clock in, grind away, clock out, repeat.
Clock in, grind away, clock out, repeat.
Clock in, fade away, clock out, repeat.

[Ill Finesse]

*Sobs*
Sounds bleek 🥹
Now I'll take the lob
If you content then you co-Rob-or-ate
With the plot of snakes
There's a lot of fake smiles
The hate piles a mile high
I maintain the manner of a mild guy
Not easily riled, I.. am not a child
As a kid I never thought I'd get this fly
With so many styles, compiled
And everyone of them wild
Even the ones where it's been a while
They like rings and things
Bring em out bring em out
Then wins are filed
To the chagrin of whoever steps within my silo
They tend to go viral
Never comprehending the spiral
Losing control on a road can be vital
I guess you'll never know till you try though
Or memorize quotes from the Bible
Either approach you'll find people saying both are suicidal
Most I view as rivals
It's about the good inside you so what's the use of titles?
Something produced by the entitled
Only God can judge me
I find beauty in ugly girls
And hate the vanity in the lovely
Now I understand why Muslims wear coverings
Some customs are worth discovering
Recovering from the matrix
Who's Trinity?
I have no clue
The God I pursue has no exclusivity
But created laws so all can move swimmingly
We not here to chill
But to be still and prove affinity


-iLL

[Lenox]

*Sobs*
Sounds bleek ��
Now I'll take the lob
If you content then you co-Rob-or-ate
With the plot of snakes
There's a lot of fake smiles
The hate piles a mile high
I maintain the manner of a mild guy
Not easily riled, I.. am not a child
As a kid I never thought I'd get this fly
With so many styles, compiled
And everyone of them wild
Even the ones where it's been a while
They like rings and things
Bring em out bring em out
Then wins are filed
To the chagrin of whoever steps within my silo
They tend to go viral
Never comprehending the spiral
Losing control on a road can be vital
I guess you'll never know till you try though
Or memorize quotes from the Bible
Either approach you'll find people saying both are suicidal
Most I view as rivals
It's about the good inside you so what's the use of titles?
Something produced by the entitled
Only God can judge me
I find beauty in ugly girls
And hate the vanity in the lovely
Now I understand why Muslims wear coverings
Some customs are worth discovering
Recovering from the matrix
Who's Trinity?
I have no clue
The God I pursue has no exclusivity
But created laws so all can move swimmingly
We not here to chill
But to be still and prove affinity


-iLL

Sign into 1-2 bro

[Virbius]

Yeah like Finesse said, it’ll prove affinity...
God tier since I got here, had a true epiphany, now eschew divinity (/a shoe divinity), Soule (/sole /soul) I’m talkin to you specifically.
Fuck this Christian loser’s liturgy, I’mma shoot your ministry and dispatch more spirits than a huge distillery.
Yeah I’m due for infamy, fuck The Good Guys, this is supervillainy, and I’m higher than Ironman with my suit-ability.
Graphic violence, excuse the use of imagery, you ain’t like lines like that? you can choose a simile,
Alumni, I’mma make this student history like a school facility, and the crews are mythically underground like Orpheus when he pursued Eurydice.
Tryna keep composed, he taking so many notes it’s a music symphony.
Christian bitch, I bet I can guess all your views politically...
Bet you think transes are due for misery, bet you say grace, hate gays and salute the military, your writing leans to the right like you use calligraphy.

You used to use your face as your profile and that pic’s the worst, shit’s absurd,
Bitch if you’re here posting a written verse who the fuck’s guarding the dwarf fort in middle earth?

How comes you’re mod an’ (/modern) your style’s got old?
My writing rivals the bible, and my yard got more plot holes.
I’ve read the whole book, there’s some shit we’re not told,
I’mma goddamn beast, hmm, how comes I got Soule?

[Soule]

I'm pagan.

[Virbius]

Wow I converted you to pagan with a single verse? dope!
You’re welcome.

[Drakon]

In Blood Is What I Dye Men's Clothes In...I'm The Chosen...
I'm The Coldest, Suppose Then If I Hide The Bodies They'll Find Them Frozen...
Ravin..."Drak Isn't Even Human, The Guy's An Omen"...
GODLIKE, I'll Hit You With A Crowbar Disguised As Odin...
Eye Single Out The Strongest & Dig A Hole For Them To Die Alone In...
I Have Grown In Such Ways To Never Have Mercy On My Opponents...
A Silent Moment...


Now To Continue...
How Are You Proud To Contend Without Having The Power Within You??...
Try To Meet On The Battle Field & Get Ripped Out Of Your Sinews...
It's A Wrap Like Bunch Of Yarn That's Bound To A Spindle...
I Spit Fire It Ain't Just Gas You See The Styles That I Kindle...
It's Beef If You Don't Worship Me Like The Cows Of A Hindu...
Thousands Of Men Who've Tried To Kill Me Have Drowned In The End...
You'll Get'Cha Cap Stricken, You Big & Soft Like The Flesh Of Fat Women...
You've Fooled Yourself Thinking Death By Drak Isn't Next To Scaphism...

[Virbius]

If you battle me you gonna lose, I’ll send you straight to hell...
You followed up “fat women” with “scaphism”, and you may as well
Coz going from ‘bloats’ to ‘boats’, the way to tell
That either way it’s right to say you gotta take the L.

I was gonna write a line about ‘raising the stakes’ as a ploy to start,
but as that’s already been done to death I’ll avoid the part...
He should prolly follow my example if the boy was smart...
Drak, would it fucking kill you to take that point to heart?

Dude refuses to accept that he lost, despite the doubt
Drak kinda reminds me of Trump tryna fight for clout,
Transylvania? more like Pennsylvania, hmm, what’s that line about?
Please, I mean, it’s easy to deny the Count.

Every time, this shit repeats.
This is, like, his sixth defeat.
He keeps on asking for bars, and it’s bittersweet,
I ain’t gonna get my bell rung by Drak, this ain’t trick or treat.

[Drakon]

It's Absurd, I Can Tell I'm Getting On This Bitch's Nerves...
Listen Virb, There's No Action Behind Your List Of Words...
Send Me To Hell?...I'll Send You First If I Rip This Bird...
I'll "X" This Nigga He'll Be History, Last Time He Bit The Curb...

Did Jew Nazi How You've Been Treated Before? That's Ominous Impotence...
Win Or Lose, Thinking You Beat Me When You've Been Abused Is Cognitive Dissonance...
It's Funny, You've Got Jokes Out The Kazoo Like A Comical Instrument...
You Eat Mushroom Tips & Slide Down Pipes I Think You're Mario's Influence...

This Point In Your Verse Was Weak, The Illusion Of Dope Was There...
Were Those Supposed To Be Fight'n Words? I'm Confusing The Smoke With Air...
I'm Amused By Your Quotes, But I Refuse To Promote Them Here...
You Have BI In The Middle Of Your Name...Dude Is An Open Queer...

You Keep "Scarfing" Down Balls Like A Hungry Hippo This Death Match Is Goodnight...
You're On A Streak Of Defeat, Maybe Your Next Rap Will Suffice...(Neck's Wrap)
Stay The Fuck Out Of The Cipher Kid & Just Get Back To Your Life...
Or I'll POP & Get Rid Of That Shit Like Ex-lax In Your Sprite...

...

[Virbius]

Alright mate, there’s no need to be rude.
Said I “bit the kerb”, to me that’s just street food.
Fuck a brief feud, since you like to bite I’ll leave teeth strewn,
you’ll need your beef stew pre-chewed, through a feed tube.

Could put the ‘rigour’ in ‘rigor mortis’, you got dilligence,
But if you’re ever set to get eminence it’s not imminent.
I build and destroy, I’m your god’s influence,
And nah it’s not “ominous impotence” it’s omnipotence.

My name contains ‘bi’? damn, that was hella fun,
Yours has an ‘AK’ in the middle, but your life’s set to end with one.
Your name starts with a ‘Dr’, but... fuck it, you get the pun.
‘Virbs / action words’? that was real clever hun, but nothing original, when all’s ‘said and done’.

You had some “Jew/ do you” wordplay, but to take it even farther, you ‘due’ to die on that hill, like when the Romans sieged Masada.
I do a 1-2 punch post with internals, you in turn’ll need an answer...
I do a 4x4 format, then you do one too to feed the drama...
I post on the rhyme cypher thread, you see my schemes are larger so you grab your pad and reach for markers, and, damn...
There are plenty more examples, that’s just three for starters,
You keep on tryna copy shit when I already did it even harder...
This a lethal shark to a weak piranha, or the Ben Reilly to my Peter Parker,
He ain’t even breach the armour, shit, his scripts might lack, got bit by Drak like Mina Harker.

Cuz I got clout, you ain’t got nowt.
You got ‘KO’ in your name, and you’re gonna get knocked out.
I got a massive katana I’mma bring in attendance, split him to sections when I swing with a vengeance...
“cognitive dissonance” fits with the sentence when bits of your brain sent in different directions.

[Drakon]

I Put You Through A Change In Moods, You Say I'm Rude...
I'm Not Even Trying!...To Outsmart Someone Who's Brain Is Smooth...
Your Bars Are Trash, They Have To Be The Worst Observed...
Come Kill Me, I Keep My Claws On A Stick Like A Perching Bird...
I Drop That Impeccable Shit Like...The Perfect Turd...
I Dunno Who People Think Virb'll Assault, I Ain't One He Can Hurt With Words...
You Chose Quantity Over Quality, That's A Great Method For Suicide...
You Must Defeat Me? Well, That Need'll Be How You Take Steps To Be Euthanized...
You Lack Substance, Just A Bunch Of Chatter & Weakness...
My Scripts Lacking? You're "Taking The Piss" Without Bladder Releases...
You Scatter Brain, How You Finna Make My Brain Scatter In Pieces?...
In Multiple Ways Your Verse Is Just A Matter Of Reaches...
Your Wife Said My Dick Is The Right Fucking Size...
But I Don't Want Her, She's Ran Through & She Likes Sucking Guys...
She's An Animal, Always Lion, She May Have A Nice Butt & Thighs...
However That Kitty Stinks...Plushies Had Too Much White Stuff Inside...
Your Best Line Was The "Said & Done" But Look What You Said & Done..
A Whole Bunch Of Shit Everywhere...& It's Just A Spread Of Dung...
All The Over Stretched Lines You Wrote I Didn't Even Read It Clear...
Peter Parker? You Stick Your Penis Into Man Butt & Leave It There...

Dude thinks I bit him, hilarious...Where did I take one of your lines?

[Celph Taut]

K...


I'll let y'all do your thing.
Kids going on the bridge to pursue the king... dialing the number in,
n' you knew it'd ring... falsetto, this toolie sing...
wonderful notes, but that will be nothing to the Blues it'll bring...
Uh, remember those days... brings me back to public broadcasting,
people set in their ways... Demigod;
It almost feels like I'm forgetting to age... enemies on the frontlines, but they never engage
Yet, I did it All For My Dogs... that's why they're sending me "strays"...
They say they're at their best, yet I'm never amazed...
Headshot... take you back to the Kennedy days...
Word... or how about Lyndon Johnson? running marathons, like I been in Boston..
To come see the legacy I've been embossed in...!!




Good, n' you'll see it, again.... they come out of their lane?
bring these medians in. Immediately see his soul leaving the skin...
No mortal is free from their sin - this key is akin
To coming to the same apartment Adrien Veidt beat the Comedian in.
God like, as y'all type macabre hype, in verses.
The type of wordsmith to use a surgical knife to write these words with...
Don't care who they bought.
No money in the world is putting D.S.T on the Doomsday clock..
I know what you did...well, you'll understand it better the older you get...
So, the Gen-Z generation better show me respect...
Street Fighter stones on my neck... so you know...
I'm rolling up like Akuma when I go to collect...
Mad, 'cuz the older generation's the one that sold you on debt...
Pocket on rabbit ears. You mad, it's clear
You had to get you a cab 'cuz your money was bad, 'dis year.
Broke as you'll ever be... pay dividends to cut you a check...
Chasing after the American Dream that the government left...
Brother, accept the foundation crumbling under each step
I walk upon... I lock on arms, like I'm Brock in the Octagon.
You kids do you not belong in the same breath the Big Poppa's on...
Diluted the plot for you Soccer mom's...
Coordinated the spot that I'd be dropping bombs...
Watching as buildings fall - I'm still involved
heavily, in the skill of y'all, till ya kill me off. But until then?
There's no telling where the film ends.
Ask me what's the deal. A lot of hatred I still sense.
Out in the wilderness, as I built tents...
My environment makes them feel tense...
Writers Guild on Strike - I know all these actors are reel dense...
Never feeling fulfilled, hence the animosity of stans, accosting me.
Blam! there goes a hand, across their cheek.
Attempting to stand, however their plans are obsolete.
The Armageddon, is coming. You might as well plan for it...
They can't ignore it.. I smell it - so damn euphoric..
The sense of feeling lighter as it permeates...
Every word reverberates, like Keefe D on the Tupac murder case...
Or Ewol Samo's goons running on Ayoo KD
Playing with me, n' find out what you can, and cannot, say, on TV
Broke barriers down for you embarrassing clowns
with stereos 'round the outer perimeter, turned up. Like, "Are you HEARING ME NOW?
Forget a Verizon signal, the kind of jingle...
Strictly designed to bring you the type of anxiety that makes everything insides you, tingle.