Keystyle Cypher!

So, don't think it's beyond me to leave a corpse, full of holes.
I shit on rappers from such a high spot, that the porcelain glows
Wow. This whole style's sanctimonious.
They know it is. So cold, that I go in it, with no motive, bitch.
Feel the motor hit your face, leave you stuck in a rhythm...
Renting out the penthouse suite, I'll get more than what most customers give 'em.
My bars are manufactured in the same way they structure a prison.
Intrinsic, like a neural surgeon's confidence, from a incision.
I write masterpieces, likened to the Sistine.
da Vinci. Looking through altered states, with a split screen.
I'm the philosopher that you're talking of.
Modern Aristotle, the only hope they can swallow from. The bullet leaving the hollow gun.
Carrying the globe on my back, Crono's will attack.
Throwing the axis... better know you're going toe to toe, with Galactus.
The flow is intact - it will circle, until the solar, collapses...
The question that nobody's asking...
The moment Adam Lanza walks into the school, while you're going to classes.
Yeah, you're having an Anxiety War, writing on forums.
I confide in it, to tide over boredom. I practically designed the decorum.
To forge their mind in a form of rhyming performing..
I mean, if you think of it, I'm like the Architect... every bar has a quasar effect.
Still receptive, watching each star, project.
I got the target set in a Bullseye, like a Marvel sketch...
An excellent marksmen. A gambit, to which these cards reflect.
Projectiles. You're watching the X files, seeing something ungodly, happen.
Laws of attraction. A logical synapse from a single cell...
that will cause a reaction..
Yeah, I'm the symbiote. The lingering of rebellion, inside every Ginger kid.
- that was picked on since an infant. Shit...
The fists of dire precision, causing your chest, to cave.
It takes your breath, away. The doctor shakes his head...there's nothing left to say.
Especially if we're looking at your X-ray, in a reflective state.
Heart just drops from a 'resting' rate, my educated guess is, "Do not resuscitate"...

I run for the gander wit stars and stripes on ,
New dudes on the stage while I rap and perform ,
I'm throwin hail Mary's like Super Bowl fifty four ,
I'm seein those Benjamin's , I gotta get me more ,
I'm the gold in the rubble , reach and get rocked ,
Cat's rappin to the crowd thinkin of their next plot ,
I'd love to take a trip in a plane and touch down ,
I'm that rush you feelin you needin a plush crown ,
I look at the city , I keep my composure strongly ,
Its a hard trail with my boots leadin a army ,
One arm swingin the guns tryin to bomb me ,
I'm mentally pushed back tryin to kill you zombies ,
Got my back to the comp taller than Luke Longley ,
Nice bills I'm makin money through the ponsey scheme ,
I'm wearin white in a mansion I could prolly dream
One hand gesture for the cream I'm now off the scene

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Originally Posted by Soar Kaid

men cum in me

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That's gay, why would you even say it
Don't even try to renounce and downplay it.

Near a decade ago, I was here wit a flow
Nobody ever saw cause all my shit got closed
Improved a little bit, at least, I'd say so
Who ever disagrees you can suck these
Balls
Only theoretically please, don't get excited
Don't pretend I didn't offend
Rejection's igniting
I come in talking shit who do I think I am?
Somebody that will kill everyone in your fam
Lyrically politically emotionally physically
Spiritually cosmically allegedly actually
With a cocky crooked smile and rusted weapon
Gasoline stench and a slight erection
Psychotic blackouts or triggered aggression
Either way a muthafuka gon learn a lesson
Let me stop confessing

I arrive in a Chrysler 3 hun , pop the trunk ,
Guns is the past time also gets ya pockets dumped ,
I'm in the car with the CD player on Fab ,
Frontin on the fans while he talks his trash ,
My next attack leaves ya hoodie wet after the blast ,
ped's walk past you showin the common sense everyone has ,
I'll drain ya body of plasma like a nurse ,
Knives will do an injustice slashin ya dickies shirt ,
My prayers to god closin the back of the hurse ,
These punches are vicious they clash with ya verse ,
First , I'm walkin in nikes past my victims ,
while doctors align ya body back together with stitches ,
I'm prowlin like a jaguar equipped with street vision ,
I like my music loud complimenting the beats procision ,
Grab ya neck stop the blood we got separate symptoms ,
Your a dead man and I'm still getting the riches

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Originally Posted by Dr Stu

That's gay, why would you even say it
Don't even try to renounce and downplay it.

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Stu you broke rank , get your self back in place ,
My guns shoot polaroids and ya picture goin lack a face (you should get it)

murders on my mind cuz ya moneys in my eyes ,
I want that shine completely iced front and behind ,
Cat's livin on the streets scaring all punks wit guns ,
The city and land where the dice games are done ,
I'm inside of the hood with hoopties , its scandalous ,
The cops show badges recognized tryin to handle us ,
locked buildins wit chains killers run like a vandal does ,
In convenience stores cashiers shook now we blammin cuz ,
I had to run , escape the tragedy have some fun ,
I rock wit chicks in trio's only the baddest ones

I'm like a boss , A heavy weight with a cross ,
these chumps must be from cushion land , cuz yall soft ,
My chick rockin pit bulls I call her lara croft ,
I’ll Shrink ya cities population with the guns I bought ,
I’m in mortal kombat like special moves and jump kicks ,
I’m on the corner so get low , my gun spits ,
My flows stupid , it contributes to every ones dumb bliss ,
I’m so fly , you’ll never get above my front flips

I'm rash , come respect my swag be a fan ,
my cranium thoughts is runnin faster than bionic man ,
I dash to place give you flurries to ya face ,
See the congregation wit you buried in a space ,
So I'm carryin the mace , sprayed in your eye ,
then I entertain myself with a drink made with lime ,
The world revolves around the gangsta's in big numbers ,
Lookin in every street for pigeons like chick hunters ,
This the first summer to jump off the deep end ,
gettin banks to pass me dough and watch me spend ,
At reunions I shoot pictures of my foes family grin ,
then rob dudes at gun point in my sandy Tims

uhh...

I throw gold fists ,
I got egyptian gold wrists ,
like I'm Jay on stage with the cold spits ,
you can't deny that I'm blazin ,
with automatics that’s focused ,
Watch my flames kill you and ya bodies still smokin ,
You can see the ice on my cross necklace ,
Sucka's goin gesture ,
my grips for my own pleasure ,
Word after word you can see my flows measure ,
If you got the jewels chicks are goin sex ya ,
I'm soar kaid pay attention to my rap visions ,
I don't worry about my violently attached henchmen ,
diamond stones to the Latina’s and the black women ,
My status is on "kill em" ,
I’m not actin ,
I’m rappin ,
I want billions

My hydrolics bumpin , dudes is goin crazy over them ,
Chicks on my block likin my clover colored rims ,
The heats floatin on my street , young boys strategize'n ,
I hear the sound in reality cuz the bullets flyin ,
Dudes wanna see me sling at the corner store ,
But I need prayer I put that on the lord ,
You see my hands jumpin as the matty sprays ,
I'm coppin grips its a trip in the alley way ,
I raise up off my pivot ,
3 point shot ,
They know I'm money ,
makin every street joint hot

yes....

You're as thight as the grip of those with arthirithis
I'll kick your ass in public like Mike Tyson in the nineties


Not the type to hide so i dont drive-by you with my piece
I'll go to your house and kick your door in and sleep with your wifey

When you hear me rap you're like "ye thats nice"
But when you rap it's like an alchoholic with no ice

I'll take your life with criminal intent
Hide behind corrupt lawyers like Sarpsborg policemen

And hang these corporate wannabees from that tree where the speed went

He's been, gone for awhile, it seems that scheme's spent...
Money thrown right out the window, but you can see his pen
going across the paper, like a car, hitting the median
Smile from ear to ear, you better fear The Comedian.
No, not for laughs. More like The Watchmen.
I'm watching, out the bedroom window, with Oxycontin,
a lot of popping pills. Coughing. Longing for the desire,
to set a bush fire, off forums.
I mean, these cats are awfully boring. I don't know who's subconsciously talking for 'em.
But it better stop now, if they think they'll be able to lock their horns in.
Once the record is dropped, it's effortless, ock.
A perfectionist. Rest in piss, and burn in hell. With whatever is left on the clock.
Whether there is only mere seconds or not, I step in the spot.
And incinerate ya. It's astounding what I'm able to do with a pen and paper.
Imagine the kind of patience you'd have to have to lie, dormant.
Watching you guys forfeit. And my fortress is built out of fortified corpses.
So... this music thing? Has always been a hobby to me.
But, compared to you guys? I might as well be Muhammad Ali.
Which is ironic, cause y'all can agree that y'all are the ones looking wobbly.
I don't even need to drop a key.
You have to go to many bosses to talk to me.
This shit is levels, the ones you don't get in a simulator.
You've been a hater. The innovator. The one you've aspired to pass.
The skill you've tried to surpass.
But you've been lying to yourself all this time, I'm aghast.
I'm basically flying; the Orion's my past.
All the signs you've been denying - you're trash. Get over it.
Fuck your New World Order - I'm the motherboard of this forum shit. I am basically soldered in.

Yeah, I wouldn't wanna follow after that, either.
I do rap in my leisure, so why would I practice procedure, f'real?
Y'all need the appeal to survive, I just live off the oxygen
The full package; apocalypse, the definition I box you in
- is toxic. Fix your face, or I'll fix it for you, the shit's cordial..
- compared to the shit that I was dropping, before...
I already knew I would never be popular off of the forums...
I'd rather build... I could double their fire power, wit' half the skill, and that's f'real.
You come against me, and your ass gets killed.
And stuffed in a box - come get your casket sealed.
Power of attorney in order to pass your will... nah, I do you like Ghost..
meet the requirements... so molecular, the level
is like trying to speak to a scientist.
You can reach for your bible, it's recommended... pray for yourself.
I already got my accolades displayed on the shelf.
I'm saying you're an elf, and there's no way they can help you get out of the hole
You dug yourself into... your off tempo. I got the keys to the door
restore my locked temple...I'm not mental, it's just...
No time, you don't get to adjust...
If you race my octane? You get left in the dust.
16 bars in a minute? That's not pressure to us.
We're the executives - what's hard for you? Is easy to me.
You really, you don't need to believe.
Keep your politics, and your accomplishments, of such audacity,
to yourself. That you actually thought you're passing me. Taut..
the athlete of the rapping league. And you have fatigue.
You spitting shit, but I ain't that intrigued.
You're losing power, you have to breathe.
... now, freestyle... punches hitting your dome, like Tyson Fury.
- fighting wit' Wilder. A style that's so unorthodox, you're forced to box.
And I'll keep the momentum, until your corpse just rots.
Nigga, I'm rocking gorgeous rocks. My momentum is going up like the 500 fortune stocks.
Forcing shots, from behind the back, like 'em two Georgia cops...
That got fired, awhile ago.
Vin Diesel - I live a quarter mile, for show.
Deontay Wild' wit' the blows, I'm styling on hoes.
I'm piling up my stock until the grocery aisle is closed.
A psycho, with a loaded rifle, firing.
- So much metal showers the scene... they'd think it was shot up by the T1000 machine.
How y'all cowards between a rock in a hard place...
My marquee's Scarface... a hard base, Desperado, pulling guns from out the guitar case!
Yeah, I'm the salt of the earth.
I'm the gift in the curse. Everything just fits in a verse.
So much moves, you'd think it was scripted, at first.
Ridiculous, worse than picturing Bruce Prichard, getting you pricks to rehearse.
So, I don't care. Designer flare.
Wired, in that recliner chair. Inside a mirror, while your girl tries dyeing all her vagina hair.
Every rhyme is rare, and visceral.
I'm the voice of reason you should listen to. I'm official, dude.
And trust me, this shit ain't fixable.
I put the money on the line - it's the principle/principal.
Ironically so, cause y'all sound like all of you missing school.
Idiots. Can't pay for your college tuition.
Y'all in a system orchestrated to be drawn in their vision...
Me, the rawest incision... blood doesn't have the time to change red...
Y'all are completely brain dead... f'real, but this is MY main thread.

I said it before... they talk about shit that they can never endure...
So come play my game, so we can settle a score.
If you don't know much about hip hop, what you meddling for?
In general, you're a bigger fucking nuisance, here, than genital warts...
Fucking peon, no excuses... I hold the deuces...
two in each hand... so, somebody lied to you, when they said that you was the man...
On some "I don't identify" - gender bender shit...
Eventually? You should see what I pencil, B. It's elementary.
Silly, you're anecdotal 'facts', I quickly dismiss.
You don't know history any more than Robert Ripley...
I'm as toxic as Bobby/Whitney...
My thoughts eclipse you, at supersonic speeds.
If I am not one of the best, then we simply do not agree.
I body beats with 16's; 1 minute free-verses.
In one take - fuck rehearsing. Watch the cyclical, backfire...
There's no middle road...
Lyrics cut through your political satire. Ya quagmire.
Such heinous acts, they redact what has transpired... I'm...
Fired up, get your brake wires, cut - rolling a steep hill...
You freaks feel... it is egregious.
You're puzzled, so I'll fill in the pieces.
The matrix program, decoded. But you feel you're still in the sequence...
You look back, and see the same cat walk by...
There's a discrepancy in the source code... Dash dot dash...
Defaults to a Morse mode...
Fuck what you have to say... there's no freedom of speech
when they chains of oppression have been stashed away...
Behind a more methodical ploy in which to catch their prey...
it's no longer white sheets, but white collars...
provisions and prejudice to keep you away from their conservative right dollars...
The truth is that, money can buy overnight scholars...
Institutions manufacture power, when grants go to the right college...
Middle fingers as long as I got appendages...
The pen is this extension, choreographed into sentences...
That come to life, through messages...
You're only part of the system, harping their own agenda,
and making you a marginal part of existence.