Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

Sponsored by Nike...I'm putting kids, in 'check'...
Listen, bet they ain't ready for this level of disrespect.
Ready for beef whenever it hits the net
If their text is a threat? Then this is their litmus test...
Got these fists, on deck... they gonna down with the ship..
Washed up, but not enough for the water they're surrounding us with
Don't give a damn, tell the man he can drown in my piss
Buried at his family's house, his dad pulling him out of the ditch
It's frightening how my life's been. Safe to say, it's enlightening
If they were in my shoes, they'd go whiter than Michael's skin...
Yeah, saying hi from the other side...
I put it in her Smucker's pie, n' went so deep, it was stuck inside...
Dudes be fucking high, if they ain't feeling my shit...
I make 'em syllables flip - look at what I'm killing them with!
Word... time to get to brass tacks...
These rap acts haven't been relevant here, since Kat Stacks
Man, without further adieu... start the show...
Business is quiet, hit the plug on the apartment phone...
Wondering who these young dudes are harping on
Crying all over the hook as soon as they start the song
Oh, you're not ready to let go, yet?
Necro if you step, though, this neck-hold: death
Get left cold, no strep throat check... I lay out the corpse, n' then...
It's back to business; they really changed up the board, forum...
No, stupid, they really changed up the board, for him...
No respect? I take it in organs, and play it, like an accordion!
TNT when you see me key - where's the bomb squad?
On god, every bar is gonna make the don, nod.
Black Adam out here, feeling like it's amateur night...
I'm in the camera light, telling 'em, "You can pan to the right"...
My left hook? Textbook definition of "get cooked"..
Spicy recipe with complexity to leave death, shook...

[Bag Mandela]

Leave death shook, they see I'm Deus ex n they tense up,
So iced out you can see how my breath look,
Blundering wisdom for the love of the mission,
make light n the colourful prism clutters the vision,
bun the rig hunting for fission undercutting emissions to maintain a narcissistic facade like government systems,
I could fuck for a living with the right pharmacist,
My dick in my pants really on some tardis shit,
The real Vishnu rolling round with like 8 arms in this,
I stay melting swastikas off a nazi bitch

[Ill Finesse]

I'm iLL y'all
Yes I'm iLL y'all
I'm iLLer then iLL, ready to kill y'all
I will ball like Gelo in summer league
To some degree
Because I know niggaz is hungry and will come for me
Then they run when I gun, comfortably
Me and my son
Life will go for him the way I hoped it would come to me
It'll reach him sooner cuz my minds state lunar
You either the hustler or get hustled as the consumer
His mom got a phat azz, does the entire 3hr class of Zumba
When I die it won't be a tumor, that's a tomb bruh
You're a loser who'll be buried next to Timone and Pumba
I got a drone carrying victory cigars from Cuba
If I ever have beef my conversations brief with the shooters
Usually a signal
Usually they get you
Truthfully there's a ritual
Habitual line steppers get aligned and peppered
Some of you lying about being protected by the divine shepherd
I could take my time
Hardly apply effort and be fine
Have you heading to Hell
B-line
I be lion
You be like me, Garfield tho, feline
Been seen the signs
Now the way you want to be labeled has been redefined
I pay you no mind as I proceed to shine

- iLL

[Ragian]

Writing my rhymes like I’m a mastermind, I’m past the prime of writing punchlines, now I just spit divine rhymes all the time, sounding fine like a shiny dime, I don’t read your lines full of empty lyings, I’m truthful from the root to the fruitful, anything less than the truth from me is a crime, so I design squigly signs on these lines that I combine with ideas from my brilliant mind. Damn.

[Ill Finesse]

I'm reading your signature, now that's a lie
Oorah's the battlecry
Special forces hold me down
My cavalries CAL can put a hole in ya cattle
Holy cow
You could not conquer let alone slow me down
Homey how?
Peep your style, it's not the best, I'm not impressed
I'm iLL Finesse, Old skool like WWF
Can do anything to you after I knock out the ref
The one you said "I Do" to pulled my cock out on her breast
I guess you could say she had a lot on her chest
And that was after I left
If you can't follow, she should have swallowed
You shouldn't wallow
If you feel hollow, its a sin to worship
When you have GOD first, you feel sorry for bird shit
It won't hurt it, opens your eyes
Realize the GOD prize, you can find better
No longer are you tied to a lie
Everyday you tried, she didn't apply the effort
When others hear you saying it, it sounds desperate
They don't understand the family structure
When you're the conductor of the kids and the kids grandmothers
Looking under your bed, what's this? Some damn rubbers!!!
But y'all don't use protection.. now who's protecting who?
She's protecting you from catching an infection from her boo
I know you are feeling stressed
OJ Killed Anna Nicole and Ron Gold for Less
And she still tries to test, pokes you on the chest
Says I know you wanna hit me, then starts screaming it
Then she punches you in the face like if he's a bitch
You still try to talk sense to her but she ain't seeing it
She says one more thing deviant
Fuck it, open fist punching
She balls up, crying shes sorry for lunching
Is ready to be reasonable all of a sudden
it is what it is
Then afterwards you can't observe or see your kids
They look at you like you are a piece of shit
Not knowing their mom belongs to the strip
And they probably won't figure it out until they 26

-iLL

[Bake N Wake]

People got my back so most stand by me
flow's that grimey, I won't be tied down so ropes can't bind me
I'm so worked up not even coke can't hype me
In a game of Where's Waldo folks can't find me
Your verses make no sense like ya got two broke hands typing
There's no man like me, murder you in broad daylight and go to the cops with a cold cash bribing
I see no one else so I must be talking to you
Piss me off and the police will be outlining and chalking you too

[Ragian]

No offence taken since you too pussy to mention my name
my last post wasn’t directed to you it’s just me playing the game
Ill Finese I can conquer you and i dont need no battle cry
you can do all the crying while i sing you a lullaby
See, the diffrence between you and me is you too quick to take offence
while i dont take no offence, hence, im quick to build up my defense
i can give a fuck about conquering you
but calling me a liar is a damn lie and ill show you it ain't true
i don’t understand why you wanna put holes in cattles
if you want beef just say my name out loud, homey we can battle
my style not the best? homey that’s a matter of opinion
but i don’t like yours either, let’s battle then, im a show dominion
if you’re WWF then im MMA, hey, it’s ok
i can take a beating, it’s been a while since anyone got me bleeding
Knock out the ref? (Lmao) you might as well knock out the chef
and knock out the mail man, and knock out the old lady crossing the street
let your anger out and punch the clock, nothing can stop you as long as they can’t block
Don’t even try bringing my girl into this cuz that’s a cowardly act
it’s me you want to take down, ill stab you from the front, won’t stab you in the back
Damn, im reading the rest of your lines like what the fuck is this?
homey i wont waste anymore time on you, you aint worth it.

[Ragian]

they say the path to greatness is littered with dead bodies….
I say a successful man has a crowd of haters waiting to see him fall…..

I won’t collAPSE in front of these fake ASS haters, they can go BACK to acting WACK, they’ll never be like RAGIAN. Cuz when I ATTACK I make sure they won’t strike BACK they can all DROWN in my lethal VENOM AND...drowning in SHIT that they SPIT till they get SICK of IT.

Cuz it’s apparent to ME that I got to BE the next big thing in Hip Hop, it’s my DESTINY and I am seizing IT. Fear me or NOT I am the product of HIP HOP and I won’t DROP DEAD in the ground YET I am just getting STARTED.

RETARDED emcees try to pull me down but I lift them UP till the crowd gets ENOUGH am I a legend or am I a GOD walking on EARTH while haters can go eat DIRT and SHIT.

So whether you like me or NOT I am HIP HOP to the CORE and I’m bound to make enemies SORE till they bleed on the FLOOR after battling me they won’t want MORE cuz i got enough in STORE for all my ENEMIES.

[Celph Taut]

That was dope. I'm doing here, what these actors won't.
So bad ass, at stand up? I don't laugh at jokes.
Just throw up smoke signals for all of the rappers, smoked.
Ashes rolled up in a dooby; I got a raspy throat.
They provide coping mechanisms to whom I have bodied...
I ain't worried about the illuminati - I'm truly godly.
Drop kicks, like I knew Karate.
The new Miyagi in the crew, smoking that blue wasabi.
Ugh. Come and see what your mom will do.
Pay her enough, and she'll leave with Sticky Fingaz, like the Onyx crew.
Let's be honest, you don't need math to know I'm a problem, dude.
I mean, look what I've logged onto.
Call up Funk Flex to drop the bomb on you.
Allahu Akbar when I'm in my a calmer mood...
When you call on your God, for whomever wanna Islamic feud...
Word, shit's systemic. I gotta pull your 'card', so, you give me some 'credit'.
Really, 'cuz you kids, are pathetic.
My swipe game? Alright, mane. And my perm on point.
80's baby. Crazy, maybe putting 'Sherm on joints.
Big Worm, slowly riding. No surviving the colder climates.
Nobody as cold as I is; Corona or Ebola virus.
Or Monkey pox. You junkies thought I was kitten around?
These subs I got? Taking citizens down.
No subliminal's, now. 9 lives, no point in living them out.
I'm throwing hooks 'till it hooks to the fisherman's trout...
And I don't drop here often, so what you bitching about?
I gave you a platform for you to stand on when you kids wanted clout...
Why push agendas when I can push narratives?
Why would I care for this?
It's what? 2022 now? And you clowns are still in the mud, spinning your wheels?
Go ahead. Live in the moment... I'll live in the 'real'.

[Ill Finesse]

Wack beat but ok....

You are HIPHOP? Stop, what borough you from?
I'm as thorough as they come
If I die there'll be a mural in the slums
Of an MC, Me, with a mic in my hand
A golden crown
Biggie, Pac & Left-eye as angels in the background
When you visit the pearly gates you'll get sent back down
Claiming you a rap god, but that's all cap clown
You wanna rap rounds? I can rap circles around your raps
My virtual virtues inerts which counteracts
Your counters collapse when they encounter my classics
The gap between us is jurassic
You lack the intelligence to remain relevant
Not able to ascertain elogance
And I know you're a Virgin but your version is you're celibate

- iLL

[Celph Taut]

Wack beat but ok....

You are HIPHOP? Stop, what borough you from?
I'm as thorough as they come
If I die there'll be a mural in the slums
Of an MC, Me, with a mic in my hand
A golden crown
Biggie, Pac & Left-eye as angels in the background
When you visit the pearly gates you'll get sent back down
Claiming you a rap god, but that's all cap clown
You wanna rap rounds? I can rap circles around your raps
My virtual virtues inerts which counteracts
Your counters collapse when they encounter my classics
The gap between us is jurassic
You lack the intelligence to remain relevant
Not able to ascertain elogance
And I know you're a Virgin but your version is you're celibate

- iLL

Ill Finesse... look at your record, who are you talking to?
No legs to stand on, there's really nothing "Hip Hop" with you. ..
Talking about claiming boroughs when you're online, typing away...
You're delusional, here, rapping in MY thread, despite what you say.
I can smell pussy, it's evident... you're capping, it's true...
Will Smith smacking this dude, but what is that gonna do?
He actually knew he's dookie, however he's here...
Delusions of grandeur talking about shit that will never appear...
I'm saddened by your battle cry...
The truth is, you're garbage - you never had to lie.
Talking about whack beat, what shit have you ever rapped...
That we've actually heard on a track, geek?
You don't even level up to my past 'feat'/feet.
Lost souls/soles, seek out the light, because they want the attention...
No location their whole lives, so, I got to 'address' them...
I don't shoot the fair one, 'cuz I don't care, son...
Motormouth online, but inside, I ain't hearing nun'...
You got no accolades, that means all these years n' you're still a ghost...
No skills, I don't 'prescribe' to your ideologies..
Let me give you a realer 'dose'...
Shockwaves to all the people that feel 'em, most...
Leeching off his brain, enough electricity to kill the host...
You in my backyard trying to act hard with the rap god?
Talking 'bout left eye, when 'eye left' ill finesse in my backlog.
Check it, your golden ticket was a scratch-off...
I've been relevant, 300,000 views in 3 years, since this bitch latched off..
And couple cats who referenced me, wanting the shine...
They catch one glimpse of the rock n' they'd probably go blind..
Living rent free in their head, while their not on my mind
Words like graveyards... every body, is lying.
Where your classics, Ill? ...Let me laugh, a lil'...
They gave you a script, it's no wonder how you've been "acting real/reel."
7 years on Rapbattles on all them cats have done passed you, still..
Talking smack to me, when you're the one that actually lacks appeal...
Man... this can't be real, is it?
Oh, you hungry, motherfucker? Well, this is your meal ticket.
Break a leg, now, let us see if you still kick it...
I'm the heel with it... I see the body's alive, but the will isn't.

[Ill Finesse]

Ill Finesse... look at your record, who are you talking to?
No legs to stand on, there's really nothing "Hip Hop" with you. ..
Talking about claiming boroughs when you're online, typing away...
You're delusional, here, rapping in MY thread, despite what you say.
I can smell pussy, it's evident... you're capping, it's true...
Will Smith smacking this dude, but what is that gonna do?
He actually knew he's dookie, however he's here...
Delusions of grandeur talking about shit that will never appear...
I'm saddened by your battle cry...
The truth is, you're garbage - you never had to lie.
Talking about whack beat, what shit have you ever rapped...
That we've actually heard on a track, geek?
You don't even level up to my past 'feat'/feet.
Lost souls/soles, seek out the light, because they want the attention...
No location their whole lives, so, I got to 'address' them...
I don't shoot the fair one, 'cuz I don't care, son...
Motormouth online, but inside, I ain't hearing nun'...
You got no accolades, that means all these years n' you're still a ghost...
No skills, I don't 'prescribe' to your ideologies..
Let me give you a realer 'dose'...
Shockwaves to all the people that feel 'em, most...
Leeching off his brain, enough electricity to kill the host...
You in my backyard trying to act hard with the rap god?
Talking 'bout left eye, when 'eye left' ill finesse in my backlog.
Check it, your golden ticket was a scratch-off...
I've been relevant, 300,000 views in 3 years, since this bitch latched off..
And couple cats who referenced me, wanting the shine...
They catch one glimpse of the rock n' they'd probably go blind..
Living rent free in their head, while their not on my mind
Words like graveyards... every body, is lying.
Where your classics, Ill? ...Let me laugh, a lil'...
They gave you a script, it's no wonder how you've been "acting real/reel."
7 years on Rapbattles on all them cats have done passed you, still..
Talking smack to me, when you're the one that actually lacks appeal...
Man... this can't be real, is it?
Oh, you hungry, motherfucker? Well, this is your meal ticket.
Break a leg, now, let us see if you still kick it...
I'm the heel with it... I see the body's alive, but the will isn't.

To keep it 100 I don't really respect the site
I'm like you Slim, I show up unexpected like
To electrocute a barracuda
I'm not sorry I said your beat was wack, in fact its therapeutic
Nobody in the hood bumps JUST LOSE IT, ASSHOLE
You rap really fast but lack soul
If you ever heard me on a track you'd be like that's cold
Like you never heard me.. I think I'm Oscar Worthy..
What if I've never been on a track, does that make me worthless?
You lack purpose, a weirdo on the surface
A queer's hoe used to run this circus, now this my turf bitch
I got the cannon & the Turbin, determined to exterminate the vermin that permeates
Then we'll see your fate at the pearly gates
And lets say God's muslim and they put good deeds & your sins in weights
He'll listen to your tapes, the badly produced redundant tracks irritate
And time waits for no man, and man you trying to arrogate
Who the fuck you trying to interrogate? I'll address HIM
You're used to YES men
From your own words what you determine as self worth is question-a-bull
You likely seek help from professionals when life gets to you
Talking about a battle record on a site where 5ppl post?
Unlike you I got shit to do
You mad as shit trying to ridicule, bitter too, pitiful
I can feel your fear when that one seldom appears that's formidable
I'm that nigga who got this Mosh pit on lock typing with chocksticks
Peep the optics with a telescope I been around more stars than Hailey's comet
Now hail these comments, ready for combat
Any claims you make about HIPHOP I'm beyond that
Made in the image of GOD
You're a mirage and couldn't plod through any hood without an entourage
Now look to the side so ya mans can massage your ego
My Migos follow the G code, the shit we grow gives power to the people
Peep the flow, anything more on my procedurals is on a need to know
Biggie even said I was the -iLLest on unbelieveable

[Celph Taut]

To keep it 100 I don't really respect the site
I'm like you Slim, I show up unexpected like
To electrocute a barracuda
I'm not sorry I said your beat was wack, in fact its therapeutic
Nobody in the hood bumps JUST LOSE IT, ASSHOLE
You rap really fast but lack soul
If you ever heard me on a track you'd be like that's cold
Like you never heard me.. I think I'm Oscar Worthy..
What if I've never been on a track, does that make me worthless?
You lack purpose, a weirdo on the surface
A queer's hoe used to run this circus, now this my turf bitch
I got the cannon & the Turbin, determined to exterminate the vermin that permeates
Then we'll see your fate at the pearly gates
And lets say God's muslim and they put good deeds & your sins in weights
He'll listen to your tapes, the badly produced redundant tracks irritate
And time waits for no man, and man you trying to arrogate
Who the fuck you trying to interrogate? I'll address HIM
You're used to YES men
From your own words what you determine as self worth is question-a-bull
You likely seek help from professionals when life gets to you
Talking about a battle record on a site where 5ppl post?
Unlike you I got shit to do
You mad as shit trying to ridicule, bitter too, pitiful
I can feel your fear when that one seldom appears that's formidable
I'm that nigga who got this Mosh pit on lock typing with chocksticks
Peep the optics with a telescope I been around more stars than Hailey's comet
Now hail these comments, ready for combat
Any claims you make about HIPHOP I'm beyond that
Made in the image of GOD
You're a mirage and couldn't plod through any hood without an entourage
Now look to the side so ya mans can massage your ego
My Migos follow the G code, the shit we grow gives power to the people
Peep the flow, anything more on my procedurals is on a need to know
Biggie even said I was the -iLLest on unbelieveable

3:03... 3:13... watch me destroy this in minutes...



Listen...


Nobody's feeling you... talking slim when you're lacking the weight...
Looks like this Oscar is best going back in the crate...
Bring you back up to pace... since your rap's a disgrace
Catch these combinations, each punch is like cracking a 'safe'...
First four bars already destroyed what you got...
So parachute's attached to this one, so I can deploy it, on top..
Boy, you are not "Worthy"... somebody lied to you...
Just lose what? You've lost more battles than I have been tied into!
This must be a joke, your punches sound uncomfortable
You ain't living what you throw up in a post...
Dead bodies, me looking after what I've encroached... notice your drops are perilous
The only mirage is that garbage locked inside all that embarrassment
Link me to a track you got... every rap you dropped
Sounding like it's Tekashi pop...
Shot to the back - 'dis that "Degrassi"-talk...
Cut the grass, so that the snakes in the grass, can stop.
Kid is 'out of space' every track come back like an astronaut...
No Big steppers, in here.
WWF shit, step in that squared circle, n' weaponize chairs...
You're not even the best in you're mirror...
Call on the best shit, n' my text will appear...
1 line... drop it then eclipse your whole Netcee career...
What turf? This ain't the streets, bitch.
Every key hits, if you're hungry for more, then here, you can eat this! (Each fist)
Come in the infirmary, as you're waiting to heal
Feel like slavery, still. Each whip hit 'em like the Emancipation, of Will.
You're debating the skill... debate no more.
Find yourself in a place where there ain't no doors...
And there ain't no floors, no yes man when I talk to the squad...
Kennel mentality... guns called Clifford, when I'm dropping this dog.

[Ill Finesse]

I'll call you polyester
Cuz you like rapping, claim hip-hop but don't relate to the fabric
Can rhyme elaborately fabricated nonsense, in the streets there's an asterisk
The true master is iLL Finesse of Nazareth
Hazardous to savages who get too imaginative
All of you my sons & not one knows who his dad is
So I understand man why the tudes are added
We playing Chess but I'm moving magnets
Thought you a god? you are tho, like the Titan Atlas
What you hold up to me is where I'll put my mattress
Your immediate response was flattering
But came off like Ye with the hoodie that read White Lives Mattering
When I bring the RAWKUS you'll find a like patter'rin
Once I grab the mic, take one swipe, blood splattering
Mean muggin with my thug passer'rin
Passer'rin?
Fool there ain't no rules, are you confused on whose class you're in?
Blabberin' Blatherskite! my Blabber strikes your entire Alumni and I done had a fight
And you're supposed to be the head man, but he's a side chick
His gun is named clifford which he named after TI's dick
I'm quicker to hammer and Slam ya like Issac
Like this is an I'm gonna get you sucka advertisement
Now go break a leg Joe Thiesman
This sleeping GIANTS a laviathan
You dudes are just trying to survive on a deserted island (rapbattles.com)
You and your Alum, single file then in a ditch I piled them
And would smile before, during and after the trial ends

- iLL

[Celph Taut]

8.12 now...



10 minutes... like it's nothing...



No polyester, son... look how I'm flexing - your texture's um
Manufactured from rappers who haven't seen what the best has done..
It's over, your finished... throw in the towel, now.
The true master's rapping the vowels 'round ya neck, still shooting you cowards, down.
You can't do what I do so you attempt to simulate the design...
Wearing the genetic material on your brain, yet can't 'make up' your mind?
Come on, son. Reality is, you're just taking up time...
You wouldn't bust a grape here, but this verse is sure making you 'wine'..
Drained the supply, now it's back to the vendor...
I'm back smack them rapping contenders... have their ass going right back, where I sent ya.
Ill Finesse is still, at best, a carbon copy.
Got his liquor license online, yet don't got the 'bars' to stop me.
Shot for Shot - Ivan Drago, homie - 'dis starring Rocky...
Leviathan dying in the fire when he's charred, n' groggy.
Waking up from defeat... you definitely ain't fucking with me...
See him, carried by six... in that pine box, where you'll comfortably be.
That's more your image... but this perfect shot, is one for the books..
Another fish in the sea that will die from the punisher's hook..
No Titan Atlas, just God of War... killing you, why you on the board...
..Dropping that weak trash in the forums that we have long ignored
Watch me snore... put me to sleep... but you're here, in the hearse...
Only way he's putting me to rest... is listening to his terrible verse...
Damn right I'm the head man... who are you? the cable guy?
Sounding a bit 'hoarse' over there... yet ain't have a 'stable' line...
Verse after verse, no company had to wait on mine...
"watch" him go to waste... which is irony, 'cuz I won't 'take my time'...