Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

Word, that's the essence of war...
A long way from writing idle threats on messaging boards...
Now it's about pressing record...
They never felt this pressure before, I guess they ignored...
However, they'll remember real fast once the exit the door...
I was blessed with a more or less perspective, to score...
More or less moralless, with a dexterous core...
I pull this pen out, n' these messages form...
Self reflection-reform, these texts are as if you have stepped in a storm...
Uh. dropping lessons while the rest of them mourn...
The architects of the forums stretching out every lecture before 'em.
Yeah, I've been reading the news...
They fired up, but who is feeding the fuse?
Please tell us, because we are confused.
Faint echos of drowned out melodies leaving the rooms...
Listening to elected officials that we didn't choose.
Where do your allegiances lie?
I'd probably say on a display...
Speak about foreign policies you wanna dissuade?
Whatever comes to light, is gonna fall in the shade...
I mean, where do your morals go when you're not getting paid?
Often amazed by the dichotomy n' obvious sayings
Between commonality from the reality you got, in exchange...
Oh, not exactly the feature, then?
If we die, then we ascend... treating it like an easy end.
Out in the cold, but it will probably freeze by then.
You realize that it's far deeper than anything we can pen...
That winner circle? Is Paradoxical. There is lots to go...
Possible it's gone, just as soon as you cross the road...
Many obstacles got to watch for, so you have lost control...
Oscillating between how your thoughts will hold the subconscious load...
Woke minded, but sleep deprived...
See flashes of the Luxor Beam, as it meets your eye.
An affirmation of all of the secrets that you keep inside...
Full of rage now when you used to be a peaceful guy...
Bring that humanity out of you, so it can be alive...
Feel the flow of the conduit navigating uneven tides...
Say you haven't felt this way in a while - you'd be surprised.
The spirit dies, when the mind accepts that it lost.
Giving up on everything, not knowing the death that it caused.
Fuck it, I might as well live it, n' reap
the consequences as they come to me. Maybe then, it can humble me.
Perhaps, if my worlds collide? And I can no longer tell fact from fiction?
I'll live what comes next from the ashes n' never ask permission.

[Bag Mandela]

I once asked permission, bad decision, cataclysm, long story short I spent Xmas with my Dad in prison, as part of a nativity group I was acting with em, a white guy wearing polish playing a black magician, I'm not an active villain,
Although sometimes I run red lights for the buzz while I'm driving a bus cuz risking innocent lives is a rush, over time it's become more mild as it does so acquiring a license to fly is a must. I'll nosedive decline spiral n crush the entirety of the wings lining to dust in plight of the push to give my neurochemical synthesizers a thrust,
Minds cooked but never stops, mental box,
It's intellectual wilder vs zelenoff I'll spill ya brains on ya shoes for acting clever clogs,

[Celph Taut]

Write whatever comes to my head inside of these letter logs
On high beams to navigate my perpetual mental fogs
Zelenoff was better off fighting jobs in the gym, than mobbing on him...
If he ditched the fight that day n' just SAID he beat him, he would have gotten the win!
Anyway, I'm sure he wouldn't box him again,
Especially when he's allowing guys named "Zhang" to give him shots to the chin.
Wait -- shots to the 'Chin - that's not a racist joke.
I hope you didn't take that the 'Wong way - that's for the Asian folk!
Bag's still carrying eggs on spoons, while I be breaking yolk
Across the heads of every leprosy patient, taking notes...
Break my mental chains from addiction; feel like a slave, to Coke.
However, I'm saying I'll never be Cotton any Plantation boats...
Wait -- that's a canoe. It's already on the lake now - what did you fasten it to?
Mastered the art of rapping through my ancestral African views
Emulating Frank Zappa jazz on handcrafted kazoos
As a counterculture protest to how they've manufactured their blues..
Wait -- I'm tripping... Live, from the echo chamber...
Keep everybody out of my radius, except a stranger.
The method ranger... break the 4th wall on the record player
Old souls, poking holes through the proverbial respirator
You can breathe through it, right?
No more than the black holes proceeding the light...
Drive any further towards it n' get your vehicle swiped.
Even despite all the hatred, they read it and type...
Hungry for the same belonging as the souls feeding the site.

[Bag Mandela]

Site feeder, whole sliced pizza,
I get "Daaaam!"s bigger than a goat-sized beaver,
Don't like flows that I wrote I'll leave ya,
Shook like an epileptic strobe light seizure,
No lie geezer, far be from it,
Rack 14 lines that's a party sonnet,
Bags on the rise cuz they can't sleep on it,
Opponents looking lost like, car keys, wallet,
Honest, your family all live in basements,
That don't have cavity wall insulation,
I keep a vac in the car, know what helped me decide?
Being incredibly kind I gave a leper a ride,
Should've seen how much skin he shed on the drive,
it could've literally filled the shed on my drive

[Virbius]

Bro, you said something ‘bout a leper who shed skin.
You got tattoos of your shed, you’ve got shed skin.
Your dad’s dead in my shed. In my shed’s kin.
Shut up.
I don’t care about your shed, blud.
I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but can shed blood.
You’d sit in your shed and cry about it, you’d shed tears,
Coz my shed’s an S and yours is an F. shed tiers.

Ay, keep Getting Better, Let’s Go. I’m Going For Gold as the best felon,
So many sheds for hiding the bodies, it’s shed heaven, I’ll leave this Brit-popped somewhere in Shed Seven.

I’ll film you drowning in a tub in my shed and then call the feds,
The footage’ll only be suitable for mature viewers. past the watershed.

[Chree]

Fighting me is like fighting Chewbacca, with murackas swinging em around like nunchaku so take a whiff through two nostrils.
I straight halt your drive like a huge pothole.
I listen to hit em up and who shot ya.
With more keys than derek zoolanders Mugatu.
So too all these cool monsters in new costumes.
I'm chopping ya down at your root posture.
So take what's deep seeded in your thoughts and hope something new blossoms.

[Bag Mandela]

Turning seeds into blossom, its my passion, why?
I'm the germinator, a robot sent back in time to keep plants alive,
I grow flowers incredibly,
Build aquaponics kits readily,
Pots everywhere like californian dispensaries,
I've had funny looks, now an awkward memory,
Of being overheard saying "I touch orchids tenderly",
Give me a vine to rear I'm a pioneer,
I know when to plant what at which time of year,
Trowels, pitch forks, all types of gear,
I got soil in my genes like diarrhoea

[brokenhalo]

Aphids eat your houseplants, what a sad sight to bear,
Witness to this quiet suffering, those nutrients are scarce.
The plant calls out for help, yet no one cares.

But telepathically, they get your attention gradually,
With the will to live, it’s so beautiful to be still yet still forgive.

I know some spider mites that will invade your thoughts and build a web,
A gardener sleeps while chiggers burrow in the branches that fill his head.
Organic pesticides, death arrives—that’s how I best describe the overgrowth.
Fruit bears the seed of advanced degrees, various toxins will leave you comatose.

Don’t overdose, and the chances are,
What fertilizes and enhances will
Have you thriving while all the pests are killed.
Seasons passing, my plant still blooms and blossoms,
As I watch ants in soil tend to hills.

I’m the bees building castles, the wasps building pyramids,
The spider on the angle the angels they get mirrored with.
The butterfly and benefits, the crickets and the centipedes,
The multitudes of mischief when you enter those blueberry bushes' scented leaves.

[Chree]

Ill Turn cats catatonic,
And take a Prophet Hostage.
I'm not tryna fill my pockets.
My Conscience said, "it gets weirder I promise."
"And thats us being modest"..
said my Mirror an Faucet.
I think I lost it am i even concious
.My sink just started Walkin
Im makin medicine nauseous,
Oxy Cotton keeps Talkin and wont stop Coughin.
Purple pills made Relapse just Vomit
... pills start popping other pills and I keep Watching.
Alice walks in Applaudin Lights start flashin i start fallin...

"Happy Unbirthday!"
"Back to the place where it all started...."
"Skydiving down the rabbit hole you wanted".
"Tried to open the door but the Door Knobs Noddin."
"The Room Becomes a Stage and the Chairs BoomBoxes
"You're Haunted.."
"Haunted?."
"Yea You're Haunted.."
That Sounds Awesome.....................

Who are you? who am i?
My eyes recline, my feet slide too sweet of an incline.
Nothing to to increase my speed this Time..
Until a small beam reaches my unique mind..
I start to think why???
How did i become so sane in the first place..
"You tried finding something you wont know till your in the Dirt GRAVE.."
"....Your final action, ..no more games."
Some self sacrifice, some regret it every day.
Some lose there mind when they dont know the way
Some hate the world and love the worst pain... The same as us...
I look at myself and my eyes adjust... I look up...
And everythings as chaotic as it just was...
Back to square one...

"Happy Unbirthday!"
"Back to the place where it all started...."
"skydiving down the rabbit hole you wanted".
"Tried to open the door but the Door Knobs Noddin."
"The Room Becomes a Stage and the Chairs BoomBoxes
"You're Haunted.."
"Haunted?."
"Yea You're Haunted.."
That Sounds Awesome.....................

Im a little different listen one of the instruments is a Cricket
Like an egyption i keep my eye on the prize? Try the point of intrest.
Only when i release the Locusts and Bee's you see that these arent just insects.
You shakin the ground? I enter towns upside down in a Jet Hitting Eject..
No parachute let that ink set... God speed at the speed of Death.
Speaking of what we aint seen yet im takin the respect
Different Beast i guess Turn a Beach Head into a Sphinx Mess
From Musical chairs..... To "Do you like my neat desk?"
"Which beats gonna be next?"

[Bag Mandela]

Yo, I'm rapping it efficient don,
Don't mean to be a cunt, you spelled Egyptian wrong,
Alright I am being a cunt, I don't switch it on its just the viewpoint I'm living from,
Being happy must be a precious delight,
I walk round with a head full of spite, pretend to be nice, drive home and get in at night, look in the mirror, detestable sight, because I know I'm a cunt but we're all very alike,
Everyone's Dad's fucking everyone's wife,
But it's understandable because sex is the drive that's kept us alive,
I passed the mensa exam on a comedown from meth,
I wasn't proud, impressed, I was down, depressed,
If I'm supposedly smart but live profoundly stressed from my self created surrounding mess then what about the rest?
Others are less fucked up so it's a resounding yes to was it a waste of 50 pounds to test,
Got to love the irony of trying to prove you were gifted to be smart shows what an idiot you are,
I'll water down ya sun block so it does not work,
And send ya wife flowers to your house saying "love from Dirk"

[Celph Taut]

Said it was a blessing to be above the earth....
Flipped his perspective, see if those blessings help, when he's under dirt...
A real head from the birth...
Black gloves on with the bloody shirt...
Watch the throne, here's a crown you can come usurp.
Exude confidence through providence...
Tell these dudes to just use common sense...
Vietnam when I bomb the fence...
Have something for Trump to put his wall against...
Uh, therapy sessions very depressing...
Get judged by twelve before they can carry these blessings...
Shit's school, I mean, every verse there's a lesson...
Look at me... see something else staring back in the mirror reflection...
Cypher Alumni will tear up a session...
Pulled the pin out of the grenade n' then tossed it in...
Bombs for hands, feel an explosion go across your chin.
Words rapid fire at a cats attire...
Mad rapper, pushing those classics by ya'.
Snakes blending in, now that the grass is higher.
Going hedge trimming... rev been in' over the red limit...
For the shit that I said, I should be in a head clinic...
Bodies after bodies pile up, in the walkway...
Take the food for thought from the hot tray...
Said you were the 'controller', until you got 'played'...
Tell K.Dot that I'm not Drake...
Shot after shot, I'm watching the top, break.
Train of thought ready to drop freight..
Said I'm ready to drop on whoever's hot...
I mean, in general they never could rock...
Whether or not you were on the sidelines, you're still getting a shot...
No subtleties... every bullet got a name...
n' it come with these shells out of the Crash Bandicoot dungarees...
That mean, I don't got to box with a mask...
Often as crass as the Greek Gods that you got to live past.
Channel thoughts; ammo stocked - cock it n' blast...
Talking that trash, like Jeff Bliss going off for his class...
Robbing Wells Fargo, then I pocket the cash...
Hop on the gas with enough go to cause a rocket to blast...
Still rocking medallions... on owned property, styling.
Probably browsing high end neighborhoods, to offer on housing.
Yeah, got 'em a thousand...
Open vessels to put offshore accounts in...
Lots of amounts to drop on you clowns with.
Got to accept it's life.
Not for a lack of effort, but whoever stepped got their record swiped.
If that isn't enough for them to turn it in, then this pressure might.
Thoughts keep coming, it's hard to keep 'em contained...
Especially when I'm seeing my name from those that keep feeding the flame...

[Bag Mandela]

I'm a flame feeder, strange geezer,
Historically involved in a facade like saint peter,
Crazy how we're one but not the same either,
It goes way deeper I'm just giving you the little bits like shake dealers,
I feel like I'm living a lie,
I walk the thinnest of lines between innocent guy & prison for life,
my main ambitions to try having ambitions to try,
My only outlet for this bit of my mind is on this site,
I've never helped out with shit n feeling guilty is why I'm putting up the bag you can win as a prize,
Plus I'm hopefully thinking it might bring it alive

[Chree]

Thats rap when it's coming from a tourist ^
Put their money on E, I'm suddenly from Europe.
They're still looking for cash because their balance says zero.
Brain damage got em both from the syrup.
They stole a lot of bars, tried to reword em.
Relabeled art but it lacks the inertia.
No Substance still lacking of purpose.
One steals lines other disguised as a Birkin.
I told them on the last site every line can hurt ya.
It sounds like you both ghost write for the Germans.

I bet you're blowing up
Saw pieces over there,
I bet you're going numb.
Getting eatin by a whale.
I can tell you know you're stuck.
Your music isn't going anywhere.

[Bag Mandela]

My music goes 3 places of which I can think,
Youtube, soundcloud, recycle bin,
Music's a competition, chances I will win?
Kate Moss; due to drugs, wildly thin,
But also a natural lack of skill,
Been making beats for years & they're average still,
Even though my writing standards ill,
Played out Oscars line I don't have the will,
Everything these days bores me,
I walk around pretending I'm a clean shaved normy,
But all I wants to get some clear grade naughty,
And lose 6lbs in a 3 day orgy,
What do I want to achieve?
Having something that I want to achieve,
I'm doing well if my boxers are clean & I'm wearing a pair of matching socks on my feet,
There's places everywhere & I've got none to be,
Odds are you'd think it's odd bin me,
Living life as a problem free,
Child on raft that's lost at sea,
My music's better than some but worthless,
It serves to provide temporary purpose,
On RB at times we can all write murders,
But couldn't beat Rebecca Black in a versus,
A bitch once told me some honest shit,
And I've never been a receiver but I got the gist,
She said the truth is like anal, it hurts way less if you're off ya tits

[Virbius]

She said the truth’s like anal, but she was wrong apparently,
And still that Miss-conceived, either way she takes the phallus-see?
Yes she said the truth’s like anal, but that was just a lie,
So fucked her in the ass and it was justified.

Yeah she said the truth’s like anal, and I tend to stretch the truth,
So I had to stretch her anus too, like, yep, and there’s the proof.
Yes I guess the truth’s like anal… coz it’s fucking shit.
I smeared Dijon on a glove to fist her butt a bit and make the slut submit, and I’m confessing that’s the truth… I mustard-mitt.