Keystyle Cypher!

Uh, money skimmer with a huge grin
Pockets fat, the bouncer said I couldn't bring those jewels in. (I did)
Right through the security scanner.
Clearly standing there, with my hands up.
Said I didn't care, 'cuz I plan ta
Still kick my feet up, like terrible dancers
Yeah, I'm serious. Guerilla warfare - my gear, is bananas.
I carry it, like I carry these stanzas.
Yo, slide in like Kramer do.
Catch these hands, this the type of show you gon' pay to view.
I don't know what to say to you
Other than I'm Agnostic, so, fuck the god you are praying to.
Nigga, you should pray to me.
Crazy life, homie - C'est la vie
Hopping; riding the train, for free.
Chop the tree from the root. Only did it to save the weed.
Said I'm money-conscious, but that's what paving the way, for greed.
Cop these hands as soon as you cop an attitude...
You get that one on the house. Just don't blame me there for the shattered roof..
Let the glass come through... raining on your head
See the gash, for proof.
Then rob your ass before you can stash the loot.
After that, take the cops on a fast pursuit
Suicide By Cop, so that they have to shoot.
DON'T SHOOT ME! Keep it tight, but I - flow loosely.
Aye yo, truthfully.
When I die? They gonna bury this booth with me.
Truthfully, I'm Limitless - you're not gonna Bradley Cooper me.
British slang: I need two for tea. That's tea for two.
At the pub, drinking tea to two. The place is open from three to two.
Such a stalemate, I don't even move
You have a lot of books, mate
But what you can't do, is read the room.
And I revel in glee and doom...
If I was black, ghostwriting allegations is something that we'd assume...
Not me, but you!
So 'reel', you cut me? n' Scarface scenes begin bleeding through.
So real, surreal... uhm... siri and cereal.
Enough horsepower 'round here to lift a rabbit in a merry-go...
Horsepower round.... hare... - uh, here we go.
If you have to explain it, Celph, it ain't lyrical. (it ain't)
Well, fuck it... tell the new gen DX fans to suck it...
Lines Mos Definitely gon' cause a Rawkus

upon further discussion the mirror's certain my justice found murder the subsequent reaction
.. and I have nothing.. guess i'm too used to writing with a pen?
you are literally witnessing writers block by the finest of extent
I'm trying to pretend but i straight up sound like shit
like I cant function properly-i'm failing calculus
like it used to be easy-I was saving a ho
but it feels like I'm choking like I strangled her throat
.. these pages evoke changes to most with intellect claiming as host
you either get it or you don't like a grade that you hoped
i'm rearranging writtens with more 'likes' than the pages I wrote
this ain't basically dope.. inconsistent on the real
and it ain't hoopin', it's a different type of feel
though when thoughts rattle off I leave snakes killed
thinking outta left field like day dreaming defenders
and I ain't gotta rhyme shit
the knife play cleaning contenders up with they own blood
cut for the code was keep that mouth shut or it's no love
the punishment's utterly cold bruh
fuck up your whole mug, left stuck like an old plug
serving the same junkies the whole struggle
.. whippin' bumping lyrical shit-i'm way outta place
distant from my own human race-major in ways
what's whack is nice and mother fuckers follow
this shit is fucking wild, the level of psychological abuse
shouldn't surprise you-it's psychological abuse
get it, ya dig? simple mindsets are amused
where few need to feed concepts to improve
critical thought leaves process of the truth
left as a gem to be remarkable when used
hurdles are mere obstacles in route
and I guess that's it...

I stand upon the rocks and the water is flooding, all aroundin' me
I call out for help, nothing but echoes surrounding me
I feel I am drowning, gasping for breath
Like I have the noose around my neck, asking for death
My life is a hurricane but today I'm a twister
I want to yell for help but it comes out as a whisper
I drink beer but while it's filling me, it's also killing me
People get headaches but today mine is a guillotine
I'm pissed off everyday filled with rife so surely,
Why the fuck am I so angry with my mother leaving my life so early?
It's been over 30 years, why the fuck do I even bother with?
Never knew my parents, before I was even born my fucking father split
Left all alone before I even knew what parental comfort was
Cancer took her away from me before I even knew what was a mother's love
I knew from my lack of upbringing and my behaviour
Didn't need to have it carved in stone that I'm an abject failure
I need to get this shit out of my system
Surprised unlike the rest of my family I didn't end up in prison
But I am disconnected like sometimes the game today
That's all I came to say now I'm gonna drink the day away

I would guess that's it, but nothing further to prove...
Carrie shit. I get angry? And the furniture, move.
For those observing with conservative views, deserve to be used
in the same way the Absurdist construes...
Living their reality by the tournament's rules...
Subjecting yourself to a fear based on what you've heard in the news...
How are you a cog in the wheel when you're turning the screws?
I'm not surprised.... natural doctrine
Modern philosophies, prophesized.
Can't get yourself out of that metaphorical cage you were boxed inside...
Watch the rise of attention span dissipation
Like a Thanos snap to every progressive step that is lost, to time.
Guess now I'm crossing lines...don't want to hear it, do you...
Wondering why they call it "the machine'.... 'cause it is here, to 'screw' you...
Blah... classless... rolling my eyes... my mask is slipping
But to no one's surprise, it is only to expose the disguise...
I mean, they told you the lies... you 'could' have believed them...
But you chose to be wise...
From riding the waves, to seeing the goal, over the tides.
Cryptic texts perplexed by faux sentences... so dense that it's
meaning is denoted by its own emphasis...
So, don't mention it...snow don't hold up to this cold penmanship....
Enough control to overload senses with
Ugh... that means the brain can die from the pain that I...
- inflict with my display of lines
Doctors checking your head, n' realize there's nothing to save, inside. (Nope)
You were dead before they arrived...
How stupid could they be to see that you ain't alive?!!! (huh?)
Shiieet.... is there a life after death?
Must be greener on any side where the grass is kept...
Guess now I have to check (looks good)
Find it hard to live up to that respect
when rhymes feel like trauma-bonding from past neglect...

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Bake N Wake

I stand upon the rocks and the water is flooding, all aroundin' me
I call out for help, nothing but echoes surrounding me
I feel I am drowning, gasping for breath
Like I have the noose around my neck, asking for death
My life is a hurricane but today I'm a twister
I want to yell for help but it comes out as a whisper
I drink beer but while it's filling me, it's also killing me
People get headaches but today mine is a guillotine
I'm pissed off everyday filled with rife so surely,
Why the fuck am I so angry with my mother leaving my life so early?
It's been over 30 years, why the fuck do I even bother with?
Never knew my parents, before I was even born my fucking father split
Left all alone before I even knew what parental comfort was
Cancer took her away from me before I even knew what was a mother's love
I knew from my lack of upbringing and my behaviour
Didn't need to have it carved in stone that I'm an abject failure
I need to get this shit out of my system
Surprised unlike the rest of my family I didn't end up in prison
But I am disconnected like sometimes the game today
That's all I came to say now I'm gonna drink the day away

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Yeah, I'm a-OK.
Usually stressed, but the meds help take the pain, away.
Used rap forums to express things online that I was afraid to say...
In real life... shit that was bothering Taut...
If I kept it inside, it probably would have died as a cognitive thought.
Hey Bake, sorry you got all that shit going on
It's a lot for someone to bare the weight of the world like that - end up wobbling off...
Been awfully distraught for years. I've accepted thee'...
Freefall, 'till I decided to change my trajectory.
Hindsight's 20/20 for the sensory
Until you remove the shades n' engage in what you were meant to see.
And a lot of people aren't prepared for that kind of endeavor...
Darkness prying at your shoulder as you try to be better...
See, inside of their web of lies, is a societal header
Denoting a voice, antithetical to the side of being quiet, forever.
Balancing between the worlds of a higher agenda
Only to realize the truth outweighs the lies that they try to remember...

Reckoning with pyromaniacs that dance in the light of endeavor,
They scatter and weave, spreading like a rabid disease, dabbing at a thousand degrees.
Caught in the crossfire of doubt, your girl’s got cum stains dripping off the back of her jeans.
Inhaling chloroform to form a formal thought, scratching my fleas—
Cult killer, you rappers are cheese.

But in the outer earths of the damaged, all dimensions surrender—
The silence you suffer, I close my eyelids, and remember.
And whispers grow loud, like the cries of contenders.
That light grows strongest when the night is forever
you'll get dismembered
And silence, though broken, ignites us together—
Cold-hearted, like windshield wipers antennas in the winter.

UNRELEASED EXCLUSIVE!!!

Previously on ready to die...

Spoiler:

https://youtu.be/an26yJd_DUs?si=wCRawxbJeekNJlJZ

A lot of speculation on what records I've made
Or hecklers I've slayed
I expect after today to get respect like Ashay
The way you say I'm irrelevant (haaa)
Doubting my intelligence (naaaa)
So we are rerouting to the elephant
Why you drop twice in a row if I lack relevance?
In your own mind your first rhyme was well, some shit
Keep on lying, I welcome it
You narcissistic Larza Pippen, a blowhard
With a Napoleon complex cuz I'm like Jean Baptiste Bernadotte
While you are celph taught so you ain't learned a lot
Abjure your spot, add to your white T red polkadots
They scolding hot, you fold then flop onto a carpet then I roll you up
Stuff you in a compartment within the trunk
Wait till dark before I begin to dump your remains
In a deserted mountainous terrain at twilight
A nearby river sustains wildlife
The way I play this game is childlike
As I skipped my way back that five mile hike
Now I don't like playing, I invite forays in mic display
Intellectually disproving your perception
Your delusion
These misconceptions were erected after my Inclusion
C... I ain't losing
I blackout, entire section in ruins
There's a needle, I'm the only one blessed to move it
I suggest you cool it as you are only a guest in my movement
I'm better than you even if you have less room for improvement
You don't inspire me to do this, but for the fans?
Fuch it....

You say things, and claim things..
It's the way a lame thinks
Your elaborate ways of saying things while fronting
Feeling insecure on what's coming
I've been in your mind 100 miles and running and what's stunning
It's so so spacious, like K Solo you're loquacious and vicarious
If you dropped your location something nefarious would happen
I'm good with scrapping, a cross to your face like a hood Bob Backlund
Not from Haiti but I'm now your captain
Asking, why so much passion in acting like I'm a figment of what you imagined
When I so happened to be featured in an alien thesis
On the evolution of the species
It got an A after they heard me speak
It's best you defer to the elite

- iLL

But I didn't come here for all that.... or did I :cool:

Every word that they repeat...
Servicing the meek....
Echo chamber strong enough to reverberate the street choir...
If you don't have the heights to make it, then reach higher...
Food for thought, dropped, and placed inside of a deep fryer.
Special linguistics through text, in an instant.
See the messages so perplexing - it's pimp shit.
Not sure why they would question it, though.
I guess it's the whole shifting blame being spread, from the globe.
See provisions to drive further at the end of the road...
Following the directions in which people were pretending to go...
Fighting the passion is a life without defending your soul
Speak truth from the onset, n' watch how your enemies, grow.
Have to be honest, it's taxing what the mental can hold...
5 minutes after the other guy dropped...
Watch me arrive, got many lines outside of my thought, that I'm shocked. (really)
Pulsate the main nerve, watch the movement sync...
High society's here - that's how they choose to drink...
It's not a snobbish endeavor, at least not how you would think...
The glass is half empty before it's taken up to the sink...
Bend reality through the browsers you use...
That's how the power ensues...
When the back and forth mantra is pulling you out of your shoes.
Watch as the journeyman travels as he scours his tools..
A wrinkle in time fades down into the sound it pursues...

- - - Updated - - -

Oh, see?
I was just flexing there...
That damage was on the house - just imagine if I was less prepared...
Took you months to respond with that shit... oh you're pretending to?
10 minutes I dropped n' killed it... I had to "Kendrick" dude..
No, Finesse...
Not sure of the scholarships that you hold, in text. Who you goin' press?
Struggling with the weight - better own the bench...
Pheromones, entrenched.
Bored, so I'm killing you, slowly.
Lost the plot, 'cuz he talks a lot - how's Ill gonna own me?
Catch a beating after death - JDilla emoji's.
Cold shit, got you feeling the cold breeze...
You don't write worth a damn... so what's the point of a verse at hand?
Not a purpose, you tried to exert your plan...
Render your conscience useless... you are usurping fans...
But dying out, like commercial brands...
Look at you. You snatched the purse, and ran.
Got you lurking, checking for angles...
Me, too... only difference is, it's me, watching your flesh, as it dangles...
Won't even spend 10 minutes to write...
A fraction of that time isn't worth the effort I put in killing your life.

Celphs a life killer, I spend my life killing myself,
Maximised indulgence equals minimised health,
I'm battered by impulses, so much tripping I fell,
Into cardiovascular systemised stealth,
Mindless, brash, the kind of guy to crash my new ride n have to pay 11 grand for headlights n that,
You went out with ya friends tryna find some ass, got a tazer pulled on you by a lass,
At least you made everybody in the nightclub laugh, catching a one minute buzz like nitrous gas,
Bag isn't hype yeah he talks shit n can rhyme bare, I was gonna insert a classical line there, but I've got to go shopping so im at the time where, I got to cut it shorter than a Masculine dykes hair

Shorter than Verne Troyer and Peter Dinklage...
Suffering from a 3 feeter shrinkage.
Said that with southern slang - I don't even English.
Separated by classism, so we distinguished
Open doors like a Janitor, come see the keys that we be in-sync with
Doors open, then close on you.
What you going do?
Double Impact, got me rolling through, like the Bolo' dude.
Dragging kicks with dragon kicks - showing you the Komodo shoes...
Know the cues. Righteous with rights for this, but I don't accuse...
Niggas are shocked, they must have done blown a fuse...
Tell Lee's Estate don't fight for the money, son, let it go to Bruce...
He's a legend. Paint a mural in his honor...
Brandon died, a tragic story, like son, like father
Anyway - Aquafina, dog. The flow like water...
Be ready with the Raybans when those lights harbor...
An energy like no other, refracted hues in the crystal ball...
See him with no green, 'till you cross his path n' then piss him off.
Ugh... bow out, gracefully.
Grow to such lengths through the agency, there's no space for me
Spatially aware of the operation, so tastefully
Tell these actors to exit stage left, before they can make a 'scene'.
Said I got grays I've seen...
Follicles fall off of my face, once the razor's clean of the shaving cream
I talk about mortality like Trump does degenerate shit..
Not something you can cure professional grade medicine with
But you already know I'm staying clear... glass-box...
See the future through past thoughts...
Got the combination - I'm just hoping this latch, locks.
Otherwise it's open, for good.
If I didn't seek out my self-help, then nobody would.
Wondering why anybody with money would want to go to the hood
When being the top dog became a bad Omen, for Suge
So, it makes sense a full circle moment's appreciated...
Diddy put out the hit, n' got hit with what he initiated...
I'm not judging, nobody's hand is clean...
What's in the dark, eventually comes to light, so it can be seen.
Slowly exhale... to alleviate the emotional scale...
Participation trophies are the norm, that way? Nobody fails...
Yet, the system does... it doesn't get better, with practice...
It goes this long... we end up placing first, in the mental gymnastics..
Place last in the race for using common sense...
End up losing everything as a consequence...

I've been destroyed before, my heart has frozen over, I'm not faking ice
Sadly it's what I need to do to avoid it's breaking twice
I'm drunk half the time but, friends, family, fuck family they were barely there
If I can't be there for myself why the fuck would anyone else even care
I'm trapped in a vortex, life swirling in all directions
A whirlpool of misery, waterboarded by pain and it's infections
I feel lonely half the time, always the one starting the conversation
I wish someone would just want to talk to me, I feel like I'm just an invasion
I'm just the dog that everyone wants to feel pity
Just a pat on the head, nothing is done and I just feel shitty
Like a hooker who said that there is nothing for free
But really, when I think about it there is nothing for me
I believe we're all one, we're stardust and that's where we return
Back into the cosmic firepot where we and everything churns
Some days I anticipate returning to the cosmos
But then I get drunk and forget what my thought was
Somedays it feels like my issues multiply
Other days I just lay in bed and just want to cry
Anyways, enough of my babbling I wish it all went away
But maybe tomorrow will be different and I could have a better day

Skies are getting gray...
They say life's a bitch, and then it rains...
Find yourself tight rope walking the wet terrains
Fucks with your mind to a point of causing genetic strains
Digging at your heels only for the outcome to never change
Power in the words as you say it...
So much so that you learn to obey it...
To avoiding it completely, 'cuz the term is archaic...
How does that go, you get old n' then you die someday?
Cold water washing over, I would imagine you ride the wave...
Signs of compliance may work at keeping your mind at bay
Designed to comfort you for the sleepless nights that you cried away
But rest assured, the outlook is looking good, if you rise, today.
Don't be fooled by the lies they say
Or the rules that they try dissuade..
Only use it to my dismay... heartbroken by yesterday's sorrow...
So don't be surprised if it is used as a reflex, for tomorrow.
Hit me with the "I'm tired, boss".
Worldview "Upside down", like Diana Ross.
Open doors like Kramer. You hear the creak, then I slide across.
The entire loss of my morals
is too much for my soul to subside the cost...
Walk around with this chip on my shoulder & Cheeto crumbs...
Only if I can see the sun...
Help me shine a light onto the taverns I'm leaving from...
They're not ready for the type of person that we become...
Talking down, like I am the evil one...
Wish I was, so we can justify it, to voters...
Got the same mental fortitude that's required of soldiers...
Inside of my soul looms a sleeping giant that I try to control
Or perhaps it will be funny story when I'm a bit older...
Say it again: life's a bitch, until you try to console her...
Wind up dying in the crossfire by the time that it's over
Shell casings like an entryway...
Walking on eggshells, the smell of yolk brushing, against my leg.
This murky feeling, represents a keg
About to explode. Shrapnel pieces, fly...
You either dodge it, or be at peace, to die.
Scientists prodding the public, to reach the secrets we keep, inside.
I mean, I'll happily tell you.
Perhaps then you'd know the hell that I had to excel through.
Instead of putting on this facade n' nodding your head, agreeing.
Making up contexts with attempt to search for a better meaning
You ask what's the meaning of life? What if the answer could kill?
Would you seek solace in the lie if it could enhance how you feel?
Just maybe, that's hard to reconcile.
Second wind's sputtering spurts...
This is your once in a lifetime opportunity, yet you're under rehearsed...
Looking back to the curtains for guidance, yet they're not in view...
You want to be honest, but don't know who to be honest to
I know I got vices. I tried to fight them n' failed...
And that's more brutal honesty than anything in my life has entailed...
Dark and twisted, morbid, and rough around the edges...
I even find Santa odd, 'cuz there's just something about his 'presence'...

Ill. Ill??? Where are you, Ill?

*checks the trashcan*

Oh, there you are!


Word, Ill Finesse still thinking up lines...
Hitting up CHATGPT to help ink him some rhymes...
Don't blame Youtube for your failures, Ill...
You can drown yourself in delusion all you want, but it won't wash away your guilt...
I gave you weeks; you're still searching for beats?
Or are you hitting up CHATGPT to write verse of the week?
I'll level with you, Ill. I will keep it discreet...
*leans in*
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"MOTHERFUCKER, YOU AIN'T WORTH THE DEFEAT!"
You have no personal best.
I'll go further to say your shit's a warm up, because your verse was a stretch...
Sent you packing in minutes. Now, you're lurking, upset.
Doom scrolling for unlicensed beats
Don't be mad you spent nearly a decade tryin' be nice as me.
Yeah, I put the kibosh on that...
Told you to practice more...
If you haven't elevated in a decade, why you still rapping for? (huh)
Quite the head scratcher - I had to check it for lice
I mean, a decade, Ill. What were you expecting... advice?
A consolation prize? Perhaps a good try n' shake your hand?
If quitting was in the cards, I'd say you're a decade late, my friend...
You might as well keep going, now - at least it's consistent.
Perhaps link us to some trap beats to keep up our interest.
Not to say it will work, but fuck it - GIVE IT A COLLEGE TRY!
Fall in line.
There's a good reason I'm on your radar, yet you're not on mine.
That's simple logic, Ill.
I'm bored, now. I'm just looking for something I want to kill.
There's a saying that goes: you got big shoes to fill...
I see you, and think to myself: you don't even have a shoe, to steal.
Don't even have a fucking sole...
Got me on fire - my heart is pumping coal.
Your free pass? Is more like a bumpy road.
I mean, that's food for thought.
Too bad you can't AdSense your way to the top. (lol)
But not for a lack of trying, right?
"Maybe I'll beat Celph, if I buy the site..
I'll send you the money in Bitcoin if you ban him by 9, tonight."
Uhm. You know that's not how it works, right?
Not to be rude. But me being better than you, is an obvious truth.
So, you telling me why you couldn't drop on time, is a sorry excuse.
It's not like these losses will go on your record, I see you've already got a few...
I mean, be honest, dude.
Whether text, key, or audio, you will probably lose.
Now, remove the probably with "certainly".
You must have a horseshoe in your pocket, 'cuz you're lucky to get a verse from me.
AND I mentioned your name. So, I know you are jumping for joy...
Filled with elation to remove the aspiration I've come to destroy.
However, that's par for the course. I beat your ass.
Rest assured? I don't harbor remorse.
And I know, "you're busy", "oh, I don't think about you that way"...
YADDI-FUCKING-YA... MATE.
I got a line for EVERY fucking lie you will probably make.
Scratch that - no one has that kind of time, Finesse. I'll address..
The simpler joints. So it's easier to understand, once I get to the point.
So, I'll finish it off like this:
I apologize.... for you being a SORRY ASS BITCH.
And if you could, for once in your life, write a diss?
Perhaps, I'll come around, and acknowledge you exist.
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Now, you have my permission to die.

Ugh. Damn, what was that, Celph?
Comes to kicking ass, you're a third degree black belt.
Nah, fuck it. Said it's the norm.
Went back through the curtains, already performed.
Thoughts circle around - I got my head in a storm.
Colors merge, can't tell if it's red or it's orange.
Or maybe it's green?
With little specks of gray, in between
Everything is situational, meaning if I want it, then I pay, for the evening.
Commercial flights outbound, n' I ain't even dreaming
However, I wanted it so bad, that it made me believe it.
Trapped between... candy glass
One tap and it will crack the screen...
Shards of glass stuck inside of my head, like a catchy theme.
Shit... what's catchy these days?
How about gore porn, back in the instant messenger phase...
Um, alrighty then.
Might've been inappropriate when I was 9 or 10.
But I digress, those were a sign of the times, I guess.
Could be up all night, refreshing Napster - spending hours a day
Downloading a Britney Spears song, before the downloader breaks.
But at least you got a portion of it, so you click it to see
An over-pixelated 90 year old dick on your screen...
And right at that moment, your mom opens your bedroom door to see what you're doing
Letting out a gasp, taken back.
You attempt clicking the X on the video, but you instead play it back.
You begin panicking as she's staring, in horror...
And now that she has it seared into her head, it'd be weird to console her.
Drop commas where they shouldn't even be commas at
I wish I could get my pre "90 year old dick video" mamma back.
But that's wishful thinking.
Re-burying Ill isn't something I have interest inking.
Disheveled and skinny back in 2013, looking like Starvin' Marvin.
Speaking of South Park, I was a big fan of Cartman.
I always liked how he spoke his mind, no matter how crazy it was...
He would say it, because he really never GAVE ANY FUCKS.
Neither did Em. Or, at least back then.
And, I don't wish to make a narrative, so... I'll let it end...
-- Right there. No. Nah, keep it going.
It's free promotion for me. Emotionally it's for approaching my chi.
Or, approaching my 'cha'. Either way, homie, don't get involved.
Looking cartoony, there. And I'm quick on the draw.
Captain Hadley, treating you a little different, at Shaw
End up spending the rest of your life having to sip, through a straw.
Wound up like the 'clock', 'cuz kids are ticking me off
Hell, even the Hawk Tuah girl has her own pod.
Living in a world of excess, watching my step.
Probably get yourself a world a freedom, but off of the net.
Often forget my son is old enough to want to talk about sex
NO - talk to your friends!
Flipping through TikTok n' I am shocked by the trends!
I mean, do whatever you want with your body, 'cuz when
A million peepers see it, you will likely never want to, again.
Yeah. Embracing my old man alter-ego.
Powers like Austin, but I'm balling like Dr. Evil.
It's 2024, now. We got A.I - you don't have to talk to people!
I really hope it's Russian bots that I'm dropping keys to!
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...Is it?
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(looks around)
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OK, OK. Maybe not. But you could never be sure.
I'd be an interesting story if I generally were
I mean, you hate me and I hate you. Then it's a blur.
That's why I'll happily spit in the pot my enemies, stir.
Sending each word with the vitriol of Donald Trump
Launching a tirade on twitter, when he's bottled up.
Or during a press run. Or during his campaign.
Or on a private jet, while he's drinking some champagne.
Or in a debate. Or when he's playing golf with his friends.
Or when Putin's asking which nuclear launch codes he wants him to send.
Ha-ha.... just kidding (not really), though.
Hey, relax! It's just a rap, bro. Let it go!
Touch grass. HMMM... is that hemp I smell?
Sometimes, I believe reality's some mental hell.
Or a simulation we're running through - that would be cool.
What if there were no limits to what you could actually do?
You could grab up some fuel... do heroin for a habit, as you...
look for a vein that you can stab it into...
And just.... d-doze off.... into ....a.... s-slumber .....and... w7wh.//
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my lyrics burn faster than the average speed of light hitting the surface of atmosphere
disintegrating into ash quicker than transmitting time surrounding the sounds that appear
bounded by fear
I'l cross off your face like -German symbols- leaving a blood trail with - pins and needles
sin all evil - its all people - believe though - lyrics sick like pedo//