Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

(wakes up)
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Lyrics sick... like pedo?
WORD. That's NEATO! Covid's gone, but still, give me my 6 feet, though. (Please)
What I drop, is primo!
Put it on the scale, watch the binds snap 'fore the number appears
Not good at math by any stretch, but I'm the sum of all fears.
So, with that being said? I'm ready to catch my second wind...
Schrodinger's cat still in the box that I left it in.
I see the bigger picture, frame it, put it on a wall.
Get 7 years of bad luck, from breaking your chandelier jaw.
AH! You got to love it! BITCH. Pick up the pieces!
These are big shoes to fill. They can't fit in these sneakers!
Ain't even no use in trying. <-- How about that grammar absurdity?
Mark's coach, over his shoulder like, "Cram in more words there, B!"
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...Man, the nerve of me, observantly serving he.
Words will be third degree burns that need surgery.
It begs the question, how do I do it?
I took that little style of yours, n' then I improved it
You know. Back when we had DMUSIC.
I'd slap these kids around like they were my students.
Catch that second hand Whiplash trauma.
POW! Send you running to yo' BITCH ASS MAMA!
NA-UH. I'm just joking. You didn't do nothing to me.
As far as I'm concerned, Mark, you are a G. (congrats)
Remove the oxygen mask; give it some room, to breathe.
I'll drop a rap that will bring civilization to its knees.
Yeah... like, "admire 'dat, 'shun".
TAKE THAT TAKE THAT. Baby oil on the floor... that's not weird at all. (nah)
Especially for the people that don't fear the law.
Jesse Ventura filed a suit - didn't care at all (nope)
She just did it. Made him a admit it.
And after he did, my man, 50, put on a clinic.
Took the man to the slaughter. He spared no expense.
Had 'em asscheeks out. 'fore he could prepare a defense.
Not sure what's happening in prison, but it can't be good.
Perhaps it's better than rubbing elbows, with Suge
I mean, that man has his own demons he's dealing with, now.
Appealing it, how? The man was fucking guilty. You should have seen him in trial.
My lord. He looked miserable, n' wild annoyed.
The guilt was written all over his face, like The Island Boys.

[Celph Taut]

Nobody is safe here when my style deploys
Cause mayhem and destruction, stemming from the surrounding noise
Crowds rejoice at how profound the sound is
King me, I'm just wondering how this crown fits...
Studio director in the back, gives me a foul mix
Heavy lies the crown, when I drop it down know the ground, shifts...
Wow shit, not a single clown wanna browse this
Wipe out a Lollapalooza crowd with a mouse click
Nothing but flames in here when changing gears
It's a shame my peers listened n' haven't been the same, for years...
I've been deranged, it's sheer luck that I'm calm
When for so long I've been destructive beyond anything they would want to put on
Know that you're fucking wit' Zod...
Had me uncomfortable, dog. They're fronting with no receipts in their customer log.
Like I'm supposed to be the one to applaud.
I saw your hype, n' it was a facade...
A figment of your imagination; a fucking mirage.
In other words, not reality.
Not sure how the uppity can look down on me
One hit, n' their ivory tower, leans.
That's no hate. Furrowed brow,
Every word shall settle their dome, straight.
Use Negan's bat to send their skulls a mile from home-plate.
They're all gassed like their theories, it doesn't hold weight...
Kill the body, then settle the matter, probate.
"That's cold, mate."
Train of thought, mainly off of my own freight
If I have an 'episode'? It's your ass I'm putting on 'showcase'.
A cold case....
I mean, there's a body there, but there's no face.
Big loss, not even a pit boss can keep you hoes 'safe'.
So, shut the fuck up n' listen for once...
I'm running out of patience with you ridiculous cunts
You keep talking then, get clocked in your jaw... let's see if you 'tok' again
Give you a 3 piece 'combo', n' I just 'lock it in'...
Let the announcer give you the options, when...
A multi choice response ain't enough to measure your consequence
The loss of this, lower than Dow Jones stocks can get
It's obvious you were popping shit, n' your mouth went n' got you hits...

[Homicidal]

Sick.. disturbance-relaxed.. kick a perfect, perhaps, picture perfect enchantment
of twisted verbiage, verbalized fertilizer as I tip-toe it sprouts, my shit grows
though doubt chases.. bricks chiseled as I write the first of commandments
works of a mad man.. when eyes meet I see souls
either evil or peaceful.. is this the sequel or prequel
for I noticed it before.. so is it i'm cold from past trauma
or the thought of the hope that I hold so hopeless to control
as if I haven't learned from the past mistakes
and purposely lash out saying absolutely nothing
like deaf men arguing with imaginary acquaintances
.. it remains a desire, love, lust.. a painful reminder
it's vacant inside her and she hates that I made it revive
so she runs with a heart that's concealed
with thoughts rummaging on what karma can deal
whatever I guess, not like I ain't seen nothing before
and been left with severed ties like Columbian gore
.. so well written my spontaneous speech seems left out of placement
best for the basement where talent remains pleasantly crafted
where anxiety flees without pestering faces testing it's patience
.. the life of an artist minus the hardships ain't even art bitch
it's the pain we've embarked in claiming our hearts
a dangerous charter not made for those afraid of scaling it's waters
scared of elevating artistry.. pure hell remaining a part of
what ain't even paying the bills, but to hate would be silly
for it always comes crumbling down..