Keystyle Cypher!

[Soule]

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.

Tingle like Spidey Senses, Celph hits with a lightning quickness,
we keep writing while defining what the site needs with blinding sickness.
I've tried binding stitches but RB's mind seems witless,
I'd hoped these tiny bitches wouldn't learned but they divided inches.
So we're timeless like pianos or violins.

[Narvell]

It's n.a.r.v on the mic, if you was
Wearing bynockulers you couldn't
get a glimpse of me. I been getting
High since stone age. I rant and rave
all over the place, call me raven. My
Eyes low, in the morning iam back
At it blazing again. Smoking like a
Forest fire in the summer. Gotta get
That bread, no time to wounder.
Rideing In a new spaceship, made a
UFO stair. He can't touch me because
iam way in the air. Pass cloud 9 better yet cloud 11.

[Celph Taut]

Cloud 11. Too wild to ever be around a Reverend.
Now I'm settling down, while these clowns are pushing a pound of wet, in.
Open the floodgates with words deciphered in cypher raps
Declining back so far in my throne, you might see my spine, detach.
Never mind, it's that comfort that allowed them to grow...
Usher in a new wave of prowess with a powerful blow
So how would you know society is suffering inflation
when the debt ceiling is rising, pushing the lower class out of their homes?
2023 is Skynet - the skies are clouded, with drones
As politicians go to the washroom, so they can "powder their nose"
Wink wink. Did you get the message?
Don't "sleep" on the "gift" of gab, while the "rest", is present.
Idea is, you are just a peasant.
An iota away of being thrown in your grave.
Use the money from your funeral for the roads that they pave.
I mean, it's easy enough for a self-made millionaire
like Grant Cardone to tell you, "Don't be a slave"
They key to success is so you can stay...
in the vicious loop of debt
Buying classes on lifestyle with money you keep throwing away...
After working for 60 hours a week...
"But, he told me to, so, it's OK!"
Where do we go from here? When social media influencers
..are treated like an overseer?
At what point do you question your choices?
I mean, do you sleep on it? Do you ever - I don't know - try to be honest...
...To yourself? Digging that hole deeper, wondering who can help
Following their lifestyle choice is any easy way to lose your wealth
Ripe with opportunity... right.
I make music, despite whatever else am I doing, in life.
'Cause it's the only thing keeping me sane, funny enough.
Imagine that.... being happy, without spending money on stuff.
Imagine being content, without needing a cent.
to live simple, and simply being free of your rent.
I drive the road of opportunity, without leaving a dent.
So, my opposition looks at me and they can see the intent...
What they don't see? Is the fear... if it's there...
My ambitious have kicked in gear... it's the year...
To flip whatever peoples perspective of you initially was...
And change it's position, because...
It may be overwhelming, yet it isn't to us.
I mean, there's always gonna be the little things you wish to adjust
No different than the friends that you lost in a bid, to mistrust
However, what you gain? Is a foundation...
The same ones the lost souls looked around, chasing.
I'm now racing yesterday's self
As the skeletons in my closet? I outpaced 'em.
You're looking in a bible, I'm looking inside for salvation.
It just hits different, ya know?
You got some kid watching some guy on Youtube, wishing to blow.
Para social relationships cultivates an interest, to grow..
This disposition making up for what they're missing, at home...
Parents are gone all night long, so, he's sitting, alone...
Mindlessly browsing the net for hours and yet
He hasn't ate, showered, or slept. And you're wondering how he's depressed??
I think it'd be obvious it's too much for a child to accept
a content creator as their legal guardian, but now we expect
Them to raise our children, while they be chilling.
Their ain't million fucking dollars in the world to change this feeling.
Sick to my stomach from thinking about it, but
Can't imagine it's too surprising being in a walled-garden, n' feeling "out of touch"
But wait, I guess that's too real.
So fucking afraid of telling the internet how you feel.... guess memes will do.
Go ahead, show the people your lies.
Perhaps if it's funny enough, we'll believe it, too.
All those twitlongers, and not a soul that can read the room.
Click. Click. Fucking click - you're stuck with it.
It won't make you happy, no matter what you get.
It won't self medicate whatever issue you suffer with.
Get you some real help, man. I'm talking to you!
And I can, because, I'm locked in it, too. Social media, It's NOT GONNA DO.

[Soule]

Multies so fast, they make you wanna spew. Don't ask what's in the Down Unda stew.
It might be a kangaroo or a number of shrews. Armadillo wrapped in a tussle of newts.
I hustle the blues, Steve would struggle with news of my accolades funneled like booze,
If there's trouble, I knew, flew to the scene on a shuttle fused with muscles n roots.

[Celph Taut]

2023... many years from 9/11 n' we're still uncovering truths...
Wondering what really lies deep beneath the governments roots?
What's with the bail out money they are forcing us to recoup?
What's the lies that our people are too dumb to refute?
Work in enterprise, buying 'rari's, with the company's loot...
Companies failed, n' got paid out many times - it wasn't a fluke..
So, while you're sitting there with your jaw on the floor...
attempted to ascertain, PR is preparing to air another excuse...
Clear the air for those in misery, as they tug at your boots...
Venture capitalists have the stock market jumping through hoops
The global market ride doesn't stop until something is loose
A social divide on epic scales, yet neither side is wanting a truce
While I've been inside so long that I've become a recluse
I beginning to think the world spins every time someone is duped
Hard to 'express' like the package sitting in front of the stoop
Speak in existence the same ideas people love to dispute
Helicopters hovering high as my emotions, driving, under pursuit...
Come a long way from the guy having fun in the booth
Now it's Carlito's way, FBI agents bugging your suit...
Wondering if anybody's smuggling drugs, from Peru...
Now, if I went out like they did, I'd be wondering, too.
That's the error of my lifestyle karma doesn't approve...
But it's hard to destroy somebody with nothing to lose...
Wake up 37 years later to find out it wasn't a ruse
Discover I'm not the same man the economy has come to accuse
As the world wishes to persecute me, because of my views
The same way Nazi Germany had it done to the Jews
Yet I was able to keep it together with some of their screws
On social media, attempting to figure out what's becoming of news
Being black listed, for not aligning with the government's views
You can't lie to the same people with nothing to choose
Much like domestic victims can't tell the difference between love and abuse
The same traditional ideologies they've come to refuse
Walking in that holding cell, with the blood on his shoes
Her girl friends told her to "report it", but she fucking refused
She's putting on foundation now, to cover a bruise
She's wearing sunglasses, yet her mother's discovering clues
Company suits obfuscate the message with something obtuse
But what I've trapped, is lightning in a bottle, like it's coming from Zeus
As far as new music these days? I am numb to the youths
When Andre 3000 did an album with nothing, but flutes
Saying the same damn thing - must be coming from Groot....
A bunch of jerk offs, like a rub & tug from a masseuse
A lot to say about me, but their assumptions are moot...
Accusations no more valid than the crud under my boots
Only if this generation had a rabid hunger for proof
Standing there, mouth agape, as they tug at the fruits
Hoping to soak in their success, having some of the juice...
Your instrumentation of conscience isn't what we deduced
Your ideas are the byproduct of some other dudes
I find my ideas closely aligning with old Republican views
Yet, I'm demonized worse than Trump in the news
When I'm as big in the game as Coltrane was in the blues
I made key-style blueprints too rugged to use
I seen their variations of it, n' I wasn't amused...
A bunch of cats coming in, who haven't done any dues...
A bunch of cats with no history, jumping in crews
Back when the freedom of information act wasn't as huge
Back when you could do some real damage with somebody's nudes
However, I was never the type of person to publicize feuds...
Something I might have done if I was in one of my moods
That's food for thought to whomever wants to get chewed
Those around me are aware of what I have done to improve
Therefore, by that same token, I have nothing to prove.

[Drakon]

What's A Pigeon To An Eagle? Know Your Place In The Pecking Order...
This Ain't Jumanji I Can't Even Die Battling You, Which Is What I'm Get'n Board Of...
You LEAD Yourself To Believe You Could CAST IRON At Me Firing...
But I've Got CHROME You Couldn't Kill Me If You MET-AL The Requirements...
Get Placed In A Crisis, You & I Aren't Quite The Same...
You Use A Knife To Slice A Vein, I Use It Simply To Smite The Brain...
You Can Make It Your Goal To Stop Me But This Is A Striker's Game...
You Can't Window, The Lionel Get Messi For A Pro Thinking I Won't Ignite The Pane..
I Get On Beats & Wreck It Like It's Akashic...I've Got Sticks For People That Pop Shit...
The Glock Spits I Drop Clips After I Pile It On You Like A Seat In A Cockpit...
Keeping It Toxic, These Geeks Wish Me The Foulest Of Deaths...
These Clowns Are Obsessed, I Just Love Their Sounds Of Distress...
After Ripping Their Hearts Out Of Their Chests & They Fall To The Ground As A Mess..
It's Astounding At Best, They Make One Mistake & Feel A Thousand Regrets...
Now Prostrate Yourself...Pissing Me Off Is Not Great For Health...
Throw Shots At Me & I'll Hunt You Like An Animal, But I Will Not Take Your Pelt..

[Virbius]

Yeah Celph said that there’s nothing to prove.
Dude said somethin bout company loot,
He an old ass musician, got a company lute.
Soule seems soft, like a comfortable shoe.
Nah we cool, I’m just fucking with you, excuse the hullabaloo,
Tried dropping the beef, like, suddenly cue a thud and a moo,
We animals, homes. like a luxury zoo,
I’m running with beasts, check the thunder of hooves.
Cuz I’m done with the crew, I texted to say bring a gun with them too, but my shooter’s dyslexic, he brung a gnu.
Gotta take the rough with the smooth like a rum and vermouth.
With my frame of mind, this should be hung in Le Louvre.

[Celph Taut]

Said I had a company lute, n' that assumption is truth...
But I'll pluck it, just to wrap the cord around a sucker like you..
Nah, we playing I guess.
Like Will did to the career of Jaden, I guess.
Broken iPhone paths - let's see if they wanna text.
I mean, even if the path had broken SAT scores - they wouldn't test.
Even if they had a bench in the middle of the room
...As Bradley Marytn brought the filming crew in, they wouldn't flex...
They'd whistle, dart their yes the other way, while they're training their sets...
Doing shoots my way, but it is brazen, at best.
I mean fuck 'around' n find the 'circle' of life ain't worth it
- I'm like a god to the most devout believer... earned my stripes
Out in the animal kingdom, clowning zebras...
Based on what I "herd', those clowns are rolling around, with Cheetah's
But rap dumb, find that an epic smack come with a red spot to replace every black one
Especially when I'm going near 'em - talking 'Cap, like Steve Rogers after the soldier serum...
I'm the omen, the homies fearing...
reversed-engineered the strategy they are holding dear, n' they won't appear in
Broken bones get teared, then there's no pheromones to consider, it's only fear when
They reflect on it, but yet they don't own a mirror...
Hot as they come, my sun, in the coldest era...
They know the terror, if these kids wanna flex...
If they put my raps on the rainbow bridge? It would've been a success... (boom!)
There wouldn't be any remnants left of it, to see...
Find out there is no morning after pill for fucking with me...
A punch will empty your stomach, with ease...
Been comfortable wit' these Cliff Huxtable keys...
Picture-perfect uppercut to the jaw, n' it doesn't come with a 'cheese'...(blaow)
Perform street-magic esque tyranny for these suckers, believe
They're 'wear'-ing down, yet, still got a couple of tricks up in my 'sleeve'...
What's that, David Blaine? You're in front of the mirror now, so just say my name...
And be M.I.A before they can look at the paper, plain as day...
Agent K... have your entire existence, erased...
Ran laps around these cats - they need to pick up the pace...
90's came n' went and now you nigga's have an interesting taste
in your music options. Out here, wishing you're Drake
Can put all your new songs on digital tapes...
Wouldn't need a warehouse, I was digging in crates
Long before Iovine had his vision, embraced...
Hear the pitch that the slithering makes, from these industry snakes
Gaining ground, they're shaping up to save the crown
Doing a bunch of 'reps', yet their reputations have weighed them down...
Congratulations, 'wound up full 'circle', son - I don't play around...
Spray a round 'wit the emulator to change the sound...
Excavating the premises... feel the weight of the world...
Demigod - I'm saying I'll end this shit.
Looking over my shoulder to ascertain the penmanship...
Heavy lies the ink I've stained their membranes with...
Leverage the beast within, using this pen for music, ascend..
- the genetic sequencing...
"puzzled" by it, yet, all they're wanting is 'peace/piece' from him...
And they can get it, my takeover? Is straight Hova...
They can make a joke... hope that one day they'll go...
Viral, if the administration will take their quote...
Broke from both sides, let their mental anguish embrace the hope...
Erased, attempting to face the Goat... trying Krampus/cramp his style...
Before you end up in space, to float...
Live universes from a passage of time, through synapses
watch the concept of the multiverse, collapse, in your mind...
Raps like asteroids big enough to leave Galactus, behind...
You're straight shooter? I think not...
I mean, there is not a lot they can take to ya.
Saying you're hard as a rock, watch a genome defect break through ya...
soft as Cottonelle, on the Devil's Playground
talking, real reckless. Figure you're dropping hell.
Even if they got a Dell... windows 365 upgrade, they could not Excel

[Narvell]

Each day is a new day. Thanking God for another chance.
Got to cherish The moment like it's my last dance.
Always Count the blessings instead of hard times.
To much worrying, not remembering the sunshine's.
Sometime I be under pressure like a tidal wave over me,
I blaze a sweet so a better vision I see. Standing strong in
the world. That's being calm and collective. on to another
phase to do something productive.

[Virbius]

Yeah I thank god too... I thank god that no god above exists and it’s just a myth,
Coz if if they’d seen the stuff I’d done they’d be fuckin pissed.
Wholesome motherfucker.
Your god should tell you to quit with the shit lyrics.
For that motivational speaker steez I should leave this bitch finished,
Send his soul to the sky, kid that’s how you lift spirits.
“It’s like a tidal wave over me” aww, that’s a hard fail,
I’mma show him the longnose if I keep hearing Nar wail (/narwhale).
So soft. You prolly think Celph’s looking hard as shit...
Plus you’re a cancer to the scene, I mean, Nar’s a cyst (/narcissist).
You sounding more like a motivational speaker with every bar,
At this stage the sound of your own voice prolly gives you a semi Nar (/seminar).

[Celph Taut]

Ya know Virb gassed up; so many people to fuel his lies...
Talking about seeing other men 'hard', guess I ain't too surprised...
Drakon put 'em in a bag - it's time we give you a new supply
Since it's the perfect affirmation of everything that you do provide
Bursting bubbles out here, Virb couldn't pop wit' a Dr.Luke push..
Nursery ass lines one rhyme away from a Dr. Seuss book...
If you drop in here, ya know Virb gonna try to prove...
He's that guy to you, 'till Drak come in, 'den all sudden he's a quiet dude.
Pussy ass in a whiny mood... your vagina aches every line you make...
Your hardest verse in 2 years? wouldn't measure up to what I create
Let alone Narvel's.. trying to pass off like an OG; that's a hard sale.
You ain't on par, at all, 'wit the "above the bar" scale...
Shit, you wouldn't lift "spirits", as a liquor employee..
You're a lackey here - go get me my trophy!... ( get it!)
Now go flip that, so you can tell all your loser friends on Slack
you did it to own me... Virb's house...
Let's just say a 'Ghostpurpp concert isn't as lonely...
I'd rather be a motivational speaker, then to play with this tweaker...
Guess you & God share something in common,
since there' isn't anything you dropped that would make a believer...
Virb, you ain't loud enough... but let me direct this straight to your speakers: (YOU SUCK)
Everybody speak to that, which is ironic for somebody that got beat, by Drak.
You wanna know how everybody knows you are not religious?
'Cuz of all your disses... somebody read that, who believed in God...
Looked at that, n' then got suspicious...
You are garbage with this... same 4-structured set up, ever bar you diss with...
But shots will turn your skull to the Target's imprint...
But yeah, show us more of your Celph flips, V...
I can tell you G. Fuck a first class ticket, you'll get this voucher to hell, for free.
Your perceptions aren't well received...rock the bells,
believe you'll catch two L's, no C.
Throw him off 12 stories, if the cops ask, say that he fell from 3....
Body splat on the ground... still ain't as flat as his rap shit is, now...
Don't wanna join no tourney, he has nothing to prove to you..
Until he's alone in here, then he has a rap he'll put you into...
Ya know, as long as it's not on your record, right?
Pussy walking around like being a bitch has given him second life...
Listen, cupcake: you are just "iite"...
He'll say I'm obsessed, but like... then you type "Celph" n'
the search n' see almost every verse from V, refers to me...
If we put that on the burn scale, I'd have to say that's a third degree..
Swear you believed in God, then you heard him speak.
Doesn't believe in God, but if you give 'em a dildo he'll "turn each cheek"...
Determined to beat his demons, but...
when it comes to ass whoopings on the forums, he's turned elite...
Man. I KNOW you're a God in that sport...
Hes' talking about God n' you don't like him. K, then. Move on, little dork.
Fucking dweeb. I mean, why do you care about what's believed?
Whether I'm whooping your ass, with or without the man upstairs to watch it
It STILL sucks to see.
I wrote a long ass verse, but - if you wish -
I can go to the 1-2 punch thread n' whoop your ass, wit' a couple keys...
Nah, we'll keep it in here. You want attention they didn't feed you, in years...
OK, I'll make up for the attention you never received from your peers
Used animosity to conceive your career's ... stupid
Yet, you were never next for the throne, with the princesses that be in your ear/heir
They like, "Dog. Just wrap it up"...
Look at him. You're facing Daffy Duck.
Yeah, I guess I ain't push his bird beak back, enough.
'Cuz he's still yapping, but he's wack af at rapping...
He is a rookie... and unfortunately there isn't any tutorials on not "being a pussy"
So, you're fucked there, however it's cool..
We'll chalk it up to beginners luck....
I know there won't ever be a year that you ain't finna' suck...so,
This is what... is appropriate..
You must have taking too much opiates
to ever think you're the goat in this.

[Celph Taut]

Uh, he don't exist.
Trying to flip the idea light bulb on a broken switch...
2 years of nothing, bluffing, trying to be on the OG list...
There goes his career - throw up the emoji kiss.
Fucking clown, you only wish to not be a joke in this
Know that this, ain't nothing
all these haymakers thrown, for kicks.
This that Double Impact dolo' hits...
Having your body shut down, by Bolo's fists...
Anyways, back to the program... trying rap, with a grown man...
Shut that simple shit down... ain't even really dissing these clowns...
Had better competition that I still wish was around...
Child-play for me... talking big shit I can't digest...
That's why their style 'stay corny'...
Yet, they keep harping about their bars for some clout... cool...
You're a gangsta, I hardly doubt.
Superficial scratches like... that, was light.
Shock to the system, delivered, bring him back to life.
Might not believe in religion, but he gon' ask for Christ...
After this, no sacrilege... heard the murmuring...
They forget pretty easily, but it's OK, they will learn, again.
Whether word or pen, deliver the message...
They'll see these bars, whether it is in a sentence...
Or given to your physical address...
I roll up while you're putting the Santa decor on your roof...
Then drop you through... admire your work, then throw it off it, too.
Fuck ya, if you don't like religion, don't celebrate it, ho...
Got the presence of mind that was never made at home...
Real rap, so, I better make it known...
Heard he's promiscuous, these fists will just penetrate his dome...
Blow... dome shot, like Harry & Marv...
Need the whole house to carry the charge... won't have to drop a brick...
Won't need any tar or feathers to drop him with...
Homie is soft as shit, brittle, walk n' probably pop a hip...
Uh... running this shit - they fixed the fight...
Engineer gets his ass whipped too, if he ain't mix it right...
Shit is like... taking candy from a still born...
Lot of caskets to build for him....
Put two in the face, while his family's still mourning...
Crying over his casket n' shit...
I was like, the game was on, lemme practice a bit...
First two shots stunned him, but he'll be dead after the fifth...
Killing this child - Michael Rafferty sick...
Then use the blood to write these passages with...
He ain't die in vain but why complain?
Vile, but, will still use his blood vial the same...
Failure, even a tailor can't get his style to 'change'...
Check outside - look at the piled remains...
Pieces of human tissue forensics pulling up out of drains...

[Narvell]

Stayin' focused, never lettin' go.
Dreams and ambitions I'm ready to show.
My future is bright, never keepin' low.
Gotta stay strong, never lettin' go

[Lenox]

Stayin' focused, never lettin' go
Dreams and ambitions, I'm ready to show
My future is bright, never keepin' low
Gotta stay strong, never lettin' go

You’re so fire gang

Don’t stop…

Believe & you will achieve

[Narvell]

So high, up in the sky.
A view that makes me cry,
I can’t believe the things I see.
When I'm so high.