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Re: Keystyle Cypher!
How deep does the rabbit hole go?
Nobody knows. But if you're looking long enough, that means you're closer to home.
The idea of a conscience that evades self interest
takes an emotional toll...
Because it provides the theory of free will as the fight, over your soul.
Roll credits and b-footage, the scene is good...
But the film is grainy. 20th century artwork, you can feel the pain.
Picture of your youth, still engraved.
Society manufacturing the brave 'till this day
To usher in a generation they will enslave.
How palpable is the tension? Let me know when you find out.
It's all up in the cloud... no...
Don't wish to get preachy, and all...
Pictures of peace are withdrawn for inner city streets
Throwing bleach on the lawn as a misguided act of rebellious youth...
Rather be a casualty for statistics than telling the truth.
They say there's shades of gray, but I don't see that in the melanin hue...
Stories of the wayward used to incite the devil in you...
The nationalist thinking is inline with the confederate views...
Yeah, poetry of the mind...
A remedy for the heart, a medley for the soul.
"He's too hot headed; don't leave 'em in the cold...
Misery loves company, and he doesn't want to be alone"...
Not even in his home does he feel he is safe...
Medicine can't deal with his traits
Becomes a problem child when you seal the restraints
Plus the doctors find appeal in his tastes...
If it's a trial by fire, then... let me get the marshmallows...
"He's a dark fellow... " Guess I agree.
It's a test of belief. The curriculum changes, but the lessons repeat.
Where the answers come out different from the questions you seek.
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Justice can't ensure that you live an evilless life ,
The flames scorch untouched and heat up ya ice ,
Its hot outside and the sun doesn't intend to stop ,
The claim is loveless so your possessions get caught ,
I should stand firm in strength ,
to never break or hesitate ,
This world has its positive marks ,
but I still ask if I'm safe ,
The targets that I point at ,
I need to ace ,
These enemies are bad enough to take me off my way ,
embattled people suffer in a state of fear ,
My hopes will remain the reason I’m still here ,
My focus is steadily becoming clear ,
To bury my insecurity and weakness that puts me in tears ,
The war for your soul is still on ,
Dudes thirst for the cure for their obstacles in pill form ,
My skills lay dormant ,
What I heed to perform ,
I never regret my actions so theres no need for alarm ,
My fighter will continues to grow with every weapon ,
My battle styles go the mile so I know I'm protected ,
This top speed can catch you off guard in a second ,
and the force of my power will overwhelm timid essence
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The hoodie is on my head ,
My guns are fortified with clips and bullets ,
Just for the outsiders and feds ,
I shoot in the air makin it hot as a blaze ,
I cause drama with a heavy tech ,
be advised by the slugs that I spray ,
The heat is a problem in the 216 ,
Put you in a casket for cash to do runs wit ,
Stick ya veins with the drugs in the syringe ,
smoke dope ,
the commodity that you do with your friends ,
The game is workin ,
we love it with a passion ,
H3's steady movin ,
the bulky type of vehicles in fashion ,
I take the bread people need to spend every week ,
My money is building up in the bank as we speak ,
Hearts gonna break when the love is all lost ,
Cat's is difficult to understand comin from a hard block ,
That's why I sell rocks ,
Needles get used ,
the addicts can't test their resolve to stop ,
Bakers smoke hash to take the pain away for time ,
the high hits home ,
they enter a mood that makes them feel alive ,
I make bricks controlled by drug dealers ,
a investment I keep in my eyes ,
Got em hittin blow ,
until I can get with the rhymes
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Drop a rhyme from your soul ,
you should feel like a flow monster ,
I'll kill a rap from my repituar ,
They rain away in my conscious ,
I hold my hands ,
the first things that I foster ,
and I’m putting my time in like the bosses ,
I talk the words that are in the minute spaces ,
I nearly missed them when I spoke ,
My mentality almost wasted ,
Verbs bein spit in actions ,
Their in an assortment of cases ,
telling levels and stories of tales ,
that's special combinations of placement ,
My mind is racing in a world of its own makings ,
Feeling within the bonds of the basics ,
Matter is given as a question to the astute minds ,
Thinking to free itself of the coarse reality it eyes ,
My thoughts amass in a variety of forms ,
as good ,
or evil as in a crime ,
MC’s rap as the life of the shows and tours ,
And at the same time ,
making millions of money signs
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Yeah these are rhymes from the soul like diamonds from coal.
Most would sooner die in the cold than light the fires we hold.
...Take a population that’s rightfully whole, united and bold.
Then divide and control with society’s moulds, alignments and roles.
...Take a pride of lions with pliable souls and describe them as foals til they finally fold and comply with the goal.
Fuck that shit, it ain’t right to behold, damn these liars are bold. as long as we’re frightened we’re ripe to control.
We all fight in a hole as vipers patrol.
We blinded by light that shines from the gold.
Corporate gods vie for control like the titans of old,
Til the armageddon presidential advisors foretold.
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They said the real ones live forever, shit, they're immortal...
And you don't get anywhere being nice, so, fuck being cordial
Shaking hands with the enemy, befriending me
That's surface level, however the pen is deep...
Eyes Wide Shut, it explains why I ain't been getting sleep...
Dilated and rolling around... knowing me, now
As a ball out of left field that's supposed to be 'foul'...
Head of state, ever since they put the upholstery, down...
Opposed to me, while they watch metaphorical thorns grow from the crown...
Damn, am I not to blaspheme?
Cats seeing the bloody Axe swing moments before the last scene
...then credit roll. But, I get it though.
It's incredible. I let 'em know the shit from the jump, the pump's been tenable...
To say the least...
Ground zero aspirations as they pray for peace...
In a way they say is adjacent to Judaeo feats...
Plain beliefs and smoke and mirrors, yeah... a dark place.
So dark, traits of its inside make your heart race..
From topic to topic, there's no fluidity - what's he talking about?
The foundation, I don't expect you to understand if you haven't walked in the house.
No lock and key, cause it's obsolete.
Follow false prophets, enamored by the empty promises as the apostles speak...
Is it a moral, or immoral?
Is a system perpetuated so thorough that it's blueprint's, been borrowed...
Putting in the leg work, while you're running in circles...
Trying to escape it... faces, turned to the side, but their eyes, are adjacent.
So many lies in which to tackle societal's angst with...
Think-tank operations run amok, getting high with the gangsters..
The fervor of a modern man, stuck, as he's staring, in awe...
Watching the wheels fall off a system that's inherently flawed...
From such a low point, any entity can appear as a god...
Who try to uphold outdated conservative faiths through embarrassing laws...
Yeah, what's your truth, they ask?
Can't drink the juice if you rebuke the flask.
They give you all the rope you need, so that there's a noose, to grasp.
Nowadays bigotry is embraced, they don't use a mask.
Abusive acts facilitated through the use of intrusive ads...
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I'm in the trap wit a business makin those pies ,
Under the sun puttin NoS in my astrophysical ride ,
I'll take a trip to your streets ,
From Memphis Tennessee in the east ,
to Compton Californa and the palm tree's ,
wit the heat ,
Brotha's see ,
When I pop ,
I'll leave em wit odors near they chest like "Degree" ,
That’s deodorant ,
In the court wit a loose lip ,
Get ya mouth in contempt like a rodent eatin ,
Talk about a sexy evenin ,
I want an excursion wit the open cleavage ,
Grab the glock from the lost and found ,
I’m a theif ,
I keep stolen pieces ,
Brotha's gonna need it like hospitals ,
when their legs get amputated next to they genitals ,
I ride Kia rentals ,
The Daytona five hundred where I keep my driving mentals ,
get ya thoughts crippled ,
like ya mind was too little ,
like a spelling bee I spell "onomonopia's" without the pencil ,
I ghost brothas on the fly ,
You got hydrolics to jump in the sky ,
but the acura lunge by ,
My H3 is effortless ,
brotha watch the hummer glide ,
I seem to be the glimmer inside ya shorty’s eyes
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Little niggas that glorify the war, inside.
Locked in a prison of your mind, have you see the view from the Warden's eyes.
Keep you running for the prize of the institution...
I ain't with what you kids been using...
You're just submerged, now - Whitney Houston.
So worried about the 'overhead', you're losing money off the distribution.
While day dreaming; the shit's lucid.
You ain't know about it, yet, so let me introduce it.
Know it's going down when breaking even's seen as a big improvement.
Yeah, put your hands up so you can be seen...
A human being ain't nothing to the machine..
Predetermined patterns vs patterns, predetermined...
Same shit, till you see the purpose.
I learned that from the greed in Churches.
Pay back restitution, n' give me a reimbursement
Won't acquire the land, even if it was free to purchase...
My eyes set greater, while they haters follow the same path...
It's a lose lose - you ain't checking the game stats?
Make sure all of your blood sweat and tears, is paid back
I went out n' got what I wanted, while they laid back
Ain't that about a struggle with vice and addiction?
Autobiography - more divisive than fiction
Suspend your disbelief to all of life's contradictions....
Itching to get your fix...
Fresh out of class, but, you don't know what the lesson is?
Came in this game with nothing but what I was destined with
And followed it like the bible, no wonder my path's the testament...
A dying breed you tried to see...
Write that on the epitaph
And put he "Lived his life like a G", right next to that...
... in Sans-Serif... extra scratch
Moneys and burdens to live righteous and fight for a purpose, like you rehearsed it, ya know?
Bruce Leroy... you can see the personal glow...
The scaffolding falls and crushes anything that's working, below...
Tell you to stop shooting aimlessly and work to a goal
Blowing opportunities isn't eventful in clearing dirt from the road...
Who's catching feelings while I'm catching bodies?
Hiroshima in the flesh, full-fledged Nagasaki.
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Celph said it best, they tryna glorify the war inside...
It’s a full-fledged Nagasaki; picture one kid with his ‘forty five. [.45 calibre / 1945]
The kid’s mind’s a battlefield where all opposing forces rise,
As thoughts arrive like hordes of knights with swords and scythes and more besides.
Or, it’s sorta like... cold war inside; only fought with spies in a flawed disguise,
As synaptic passages ship resourceful lies to restore supplies.
On one side... Kid’s dad made sure that he saw the strife, but always taught him there’s more to life.
But then... his president said... if you die for my cause... you’re immortalised.
So both perspectives entrenched in his head, drawing border lines,
Like, generals dividing brain regions into yours and mine,
Like, hypothalamus lined with battlements by the former side,
As the latter came and invaded his amygdala where it fortified.
Kid tried to draw treaties, but of course thoughts ignored him, right?
So he held that gun to his temple, like, he’d just let his lord decide.
That bullet’s passage merely added to a core divide.
His fam the next morning, in mourning and mortified.
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dang that was nice... Props 2 virb. Dazzle.
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I'll spray a kid ,
I’m Dennis the Menace ,
ya neighborhood killer wit the gun ,
Send you to hell ,
Wit the flames above ya head like the sun ,
I’m that cold like spells ,
leave ya hood stuck in witch craft ,
The flight gets aggressive in the air ,
whenever my G-6 pass ,
You don’t get the math ,
Go back to school and let it food you ,
I won’t fool wit you ,
You need Glocks to academically test all enemies ,
And whatever else is screwin you ,
I got cash in banks ,
For that money all I need is mind ,
If you take my stacks ,
The 9’s “talons” will take “flight” wit the breeze behind ,
I stay on the bricks ,
Lay them down ,
Get it again ,
Its like road work ,
I’m make’n way to the buildin’s that the rocks stay in ,
All I need to know ,
through my kind what the blocks weigh at ,
where the D’s enforce the pressure ,
where the cops reign at ,
I’m never hesitant ,
like friction in physics ,
My eyes are focus ridden ,
My mind got vision ,
And it has no limit ,
I'm vicious...
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Jewels still shine in the dark ,
But it’s a black out ,
Diamonds are a womans best friend ,
Unfortunately not when my stacks out ,
I got a jumper on the court ,
Put on my white sneaks ,
Oppose’n ballers get all the fouls on defense tryin to fight me ,
I know my lyrics is poppin when rappers tryin to bite me ,
Races that I run end in disaster ,
Kaid comin in second aint likely ,
Its easy for prisons to get over crowded ,
Bars gettin held ,
Wit inmates inside the cells wit shanks shoutin ,
But when your free ,
you feel like a bird ,
Cops want you arrested ,
While you busy dealin rocks inside of the burbs ,
The streets don’t get side lined for a bit ,
They got they eyes peeled ,
steadily awake for the hits ,
Ask me if a felon deserves any cash ,
cats wit the F-1’s ,
I’m one of em ,
Man… ,
Caught it next to a gun blast ,
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I’m holdin crack ,
that looks like a pile of an addicts ashes ,
Dope is a hard business ,
Your grams get sold without you ,
when you parish ,
What you select gets hit ,
Cuz if you put it over the plate ,
they can’t miss ,
Strange cat’s smoke weed ,
even if its counterfeit ,
I’ll put the “rock” up to ya “ear” ,
and let it “ring” ,
Or I could grace you ,
and give you a rock as your wings ,
I gave the hood a thought ,
I’ll bring the present back to the wrist wear ice ,
They want both ,
Poppin pills wit the Increased price ,
Its nice as gold ,
as the pimps would pitch ,
The block lives by the guns ,
They shootin off hollow tips ,
We fought in the hood ,
Wit bangers nabbin folks wit the dillinga grips ,
Brotha’s be flossin ,
Askin how many dope keys in a million is
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Look at what people talk about and realize just how silly it is
Numb to it all, so it's no wonder I'm never feeling their shit
Imagine if my body could channel enough energy to tell the world...
To stop following the crowd? It would probably shut it down.
Down to nothing, now. Being worlds apart has nothing to do with the constellations...
If time is money, I'm here to do marathons for a non-stop duration.
Aside from my occupation for popping faces
I'm lining paper, like office spaces.
And letting the crown shine off it, like rocking braces.
And that's just something I learned off the basics.
Tell Neo, it's not the matrix.
It's between reality and an awkward stasis
Of offering false hope to the worst hospice patients...
What's turning a trick? I don't know, but
if it is anything like learning this shit from scratch?
I'd rather be inside of a leased '488 convertible, flipped...
Looking nervous as this
Keystyle forum has been used to determine your grit.
So I run a fine-tooth comb through every word that I spit...
It's not rocket-science, as much as Elon would have you think it is...
It's getting your comrades out, and then going down with the sinking ship
It's robbing a Brinks truck, with a slingshot.
It's getting the appraisal value of a ring pop; you the shit? Nah, I think not.
Rorschach sketches, my thoughts drop..
And immediately turn to ink blots.
I'd rather the jester slow broil on a grill, n' let the king watch.
Depression is a bitch, that is always on her period.
Wanting an abortion, and forced to carry it.
The life I live, is nefarious. Chill with the derelicts, in my arrogance...
Trials and tribulations to all the bonds that I'm married with
Both hands behind my back, falling face first to the earth...
Is some scary shit...
A gun pressed to your temple, n' then you hear it *click.
But if you died, would that sound even register?
If that was your out, would there be anything to regret?
If there is, then maybe you should sit and reflect
On your decisions right now, and use this as your bridge, to connect.
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And that isn't a threat, it's reality.
Figure out a better way you can balance thee' criticism...
These cowards see cynicism as they're holy grail. And hold it over
your head, when they know they're frail.
A predator to no avail.
Preying on the weak minded before they get thrown in jail
In front of a judge of the county that will hold their bail.
But you know the tale.
A city between us... a visceral meaning of life
Used as visual relievers
There isn't a Jesus in all the world to help you through your trials...
You're doing a 9 to 5, but still working on your smiles.
It's wild, advertisements in all your grocer aisles
They're vile. You're not insane, you're just in your denial.
Dissonance while trying to be self-composed...
Throwing money, like wealthy hoes
Instead of a finance advisor to help your goals...
Here to break the ceiling and shed some light on these sheltered souls
With an aura of confidence enough to melt the trolls.
My forum presence is nothing but a mirror I use to reflect
My own views to the net. So, you only get what I choose to project.
I mean, before it was only an outlet for me to talk
And now it's like a podium that's connected to my thoughts
The transitions that I've been through; you all had a window to..
So if you think of it, every rap I drop, is an interview.
In some shape or form. A dissertation of what is was like...
to evolve, on the net.. when sites were nothing more than logging on to forget...
What's going on within your four walls - escapism.
Writing down was typing, now... a $14 dollar mic was how...
You communicated to incite your crowd...
I remember quiet days where I would browse
Pages on Rapbattles, while in class, inside, for hours.
I had a life, but this online shit defied those powers.
Hiding tabs, and writing key-style raps, in private browsers.
Most kids wouldn't know about that shit
And I don't blame 'em. Technology evolved, and the times are changing.
Wouldn't expect you to conform to this shit.
I made my formula off of browsing the forums and getting
more in my niche.
By exploring hip hop boards when I was bored, so I guess
Looking back on it, now, they're the very reason why the forums, exist.