Keystyle Cypher!

Tried to put my past behind me. I even asked them, kindly.
But they just have to remind me.
Got shit jumbled up, like graphic design tees.
The passenger ride seems slow, but I actually find peace
On open roads, when I'm back on the side streets...
Deafening sounds of depression is loud, on my ear drums...
The fear comes, when anxiety ridden...
It's like society's wired me different...
I try to be nice with them, but I am conflicted
I couldn't mix with the crowds... and rather sit in my house
Enjoying silence, then this shit.
My heart usually gets broken, when I'm trying forgiveness...
I try it, and give it my all, but maybe honesty would inspire some interest...
Some times I get fired up and require some distance
From being tired of people always being inside of my business...
STFU please, and just leave me alone...
I don't need you to know what I'm going through
I rather just be on my own, with the freedom to roam
my solidarity, without being controlled..
Seeing that so many posts on mental health issues...
Act like fodder, for feeding the trolls...
Social media's soul interest is in its user base being exposed
To a fabricated lifestyle, n' have you reach unachievable goals

Now what's more unique? Fortified bars keep dropping
on top of your head... Non stop talking, when I walk in a thread.
Quotes like Oscar Wilde from prophecies, often misread...
And watered down the pipeline when it's spoken among popular heads...
I'm reality, manifested, don't you get it?
Their weak shit gets tossed aside, after each mix.
Been with the Mafia, ever since 3'6.
We fixed the games, long before casino's, with these tricks.
Gambino with keys - it's tantalizing to see it click...
We the shit, the dookie, ain't nothing coming as free as this...
Frees exist like Amistad, slaves boarding, on Freedom ships..
I mean, look at the kind of company he dismissed...
Seeing hits from Lyor Cohen's office being dissed by the same people
That wish to get rich off our backs...
Made us sell our souls for the riches and plaques, on the condition...
We signed our rights away so they can sit and relax...
Ain't nothing more fraught with blatant misdirection, than the condition of blacks
Whipping our ass, while we frantically pick at the scabs...
Hip Hop was infiltrated, and we allowed it to happen...
A war of our senses... young African boys, that were born in the trenches
Before there was a door and an entrance... they formed it, against us...

https://youtu.be/vrAo-rMJAkU

Soon...

I awaken from my cocoon
As the elephant in the room
So elegant
Once my tale is RIP
They'll put me in a tomb
Now that I'm live I just gotta be ill
My mother never seen me fly
I wipe a tear from eye
Then my reply is that my daughters will
I feel I outta chill
I'm going too deep
I don't believe in putting all your business in the street
In the future if we were to meet
Would you try to act as if the truth was obsolete?
The one who has been uncouth is not me
We can get to bottom of this with a lie detector
As the directors questions increase in complexion
Indiscretion becomes more than a suggestion
More like an insurrection that was successful
The reason for the season is so disrespectful
A lesser man couldn't withstand a situation as stressful
Then come back better than ever with his chest swole

Deep enough to dig into a preacher's soul....
Aretha demanded respect, and if I don't get it, I'm wrapping both...
these hands to their neck. They start hyperventilating, and I ain't even strangle 'em, yet.
They say these hands are worse than hanging to death
AND you can get both of these feet too, so Be Cool.
6 feet distance, these fists COVID protocol if I need room.
Word. I don't think that could be MORE clear.
Sling gotta 'spring' you wouldn't put a swinging door near.
Who want their gratuities? Who's wanting their flowers?
Both could headline, but it wouldn't be as awesome as ours.
You'd go in Venezuela debt if you learned the cost of these powers...
To your longevity. Yet, the pedigree is bossing up browsers, f'real.
How do they feel? It doesn't matter - that was rhetorical.
Don't let me put an end to your chapter; that's how the story goes.
Got this board exposed, they "know I am the father"
To these corny hoes. The knowledge
Shit is a cake walk. No seriously, I let the batter and egg talk.
Catch a shell long 'fore the powdered keg drop

Cypher Alum': everybody on the roster's, the truth..
Nobody that we're talking up to... we the top of the roof..
Signing off on Russian rockets, as proof. Not that we need it...
...Like a Nazi salute.. But i'd rather that, than fighting Stalin over communist nukes.
Word... the road to providence has a lot of its routes...
on informational highways, so my driveway got potholes and booths...
Forget asking why; let's push that aside...
At the ANTIFA event, just yelling out "Fascist pride!!" watch tear gas causing a mass divide...
I speak on topics they're afraid of, to placate the norm...
Me? I wait in the storm, hibernating for a place to perform..
Ice Cold, but the matrix is warm...
Eating that steak, knowing it's fake as the plate that it's on...
Make no mistake, I've been gone for a minute, now I'm back again.
Man, who's doing raps like him?
Piss on their ashes, catch it splashing when it hits it with such force?
You hear crackling, faster than a road rash, after a motorcycle accident...
Happening during rush hour traffic, and people panicking
Ambulance drivers scrambling to get the scene under management
Drop top-tier raps, on some under-handed shit
With the same hand that they pan big budget studio cameras with...
Shit is fugazi. They crazy-thinking, I ain't the kingpin.
Tell 'em to bring the link in.
15 minutes of fame is up, and their anchor's sinking...
They don't know what to do. They're feeling uncomfortable...
Got these knuckles out of the duffle load...
Look how it's structured, though. A lot of effort to get where I'm at...
Kept the record intact. If they're a legend...
Then why they keep checking the map, as if gratuity is a step to be tracked?
At the shelter, however, you cannot box me in with the rest of these cats.
They're strays, crying over spilt milk...
I'm on the other side, looking at how the hill's built...
I killed 'em, but I don't feel guilt - is that normal?
Far as raps, I ain't that cordial with cats
Over reaching, my stats are in fact, formal.
If not, overbearing to some.
No comparison, um, Jim Carey and Jeff Daniels: what I'm hearing, is dumb.
Lloyd Christmas with the 1 in a million chance, chilling...
Tell lobby security, "I'm in the damn building"...
And I ain't leaving, like Hans Gruber...
Got this long shooter, tucked under my arm to have all of your dogs, neutered.
So long, to ya. Hans Landa, with the Shosanna Goodbye...
Don't keep your inhibitions bottled inside, if you wanna survive.
Real talk, concealed thought only works for a tactical purpose...
To shine a light on these frauds to bring 'em back to the surface...

Uh... came back after a week, now; peep how...
I did the shit, with a key style.
Off the top, like a freestyle.
Crack their cranium with the force of an exploding tank...
Shit is like the army in here, my peer's are exposing rank...
Barricaded the entrances; what they think it is
Is simple shit. And I won't allow that kind of impotence.
In the cypher brand - it is sleight of hand..
Almighty, I land with the trajectory of a kamikaze plane, in war..
Face painted, John Rambo style when I claim the board
Bolstering my position at the cypher helm, so they can't ignore it...
Nor should they. Pay homage, peasant.
I want all the blessings from y'all contestants..
Surprise attack to see raw expressions
On the field, as I'm drawing weapons. Act skittish, and..
***Brrratt*** finish him; A tact, like a black business-man.
Mean I go twice as hard in the paint...
They wanna target your faith, for arguments sake.
If you're from a super church, you can watch your net margin, inflate.
Grow beyond your wildest dreams...
Deep dive into the culture that made me de facto Patriarch, like Cosby
My foundation creating art, can't be taken apart.
Drop acid in a vat n' melt the metal...
Didn't get where I'm at attempting to be gentle
So keep your head down when you talk to a king...
Swagger, like Vince McMahon, when he walks to the ring.. .
Arms flailing on each side, it looks comical. But, you oughta know
By now he got a lot of dough. So you don't want no problems, bro.
On a whole other level - I'm feeling astronomical
Crack the anatomical, with the wrath of anaconda hold...
It's scary when you're losing air and you can't breathe
With your arms behind your back, attempting to get your hands, free.
Shit hits different, right?
Two bottles of Budweiser and Miller Lite; all my angels are still a-flight.
All my haters get killed, on-site.
Common trends in my algorithm...
Every node is accounted for - ain't no way to get out the system.
Bar codes on your neck flash, like it's sewn, in your flesh.
I rap like, I was being taken on the Polar Express
(As cold as it gets) if you pay for your words? You better know the expense
That shit cost money, blood. ("That shit's not funny, cuh'")
Finish lying, cause all you nigga's a runner up
Started From The Bottom, thing is, when you coming up?

My mental construct conducts tests that leave a con struck./
My conduct constructs shots that makes a con duck./
I'll leave you bodied on the road chopped apart-/
grabbing a torso (tour so) I'm collecting body parts./
Your tore soul's divided small and that's da vision (division)./
You think I'm playing games made by Activision./
That division like race is where I'm adding these rookies./
I gotta line between periods when battling pussies./
Do the math, I end squads after I spray'em./
Use PEMDAS to add up my statements./
You're a problem, I then solve math with the Asians./
I see your Ex then carry 9s like quadratic equations./
I go to aim with hollow tips-/
that hit your girl and I don't know da dame (Notre Dame) like colleges./
I'm Fighting Irish kids and defeating men from Spellman./
I meant to tell them, you won't see me pause (paws) like Clemson helmets-/
when I shoot in your melon, my pen's a felon./
For the bread I'm on like a pinch of Hellmann's, your men just fell in./
You're a dial up connection, I'm computing in the Cloud./
I'm not Linux but got Macs to shoot your Windows out./
I'm the pilot for this language we use I-/
should Wright for brothers cuz they're plane and I'm too fly./
Sipping Java script, I am Swift, Julia's gone./
Truth in my songs get A++, proving I don-/
knowledge to program music I'm on using Python./
Killing snakes in the grass mowing with John Deere./
Songs here beyond years of those with long beards./
When I got a free prepared, he's a square, we ensnare./
See him swear in VMWare being scared of me in there./
I'm a monstrous, ominous, homunculus with songs and scripts./
My farm assist to raise me dope sold by pharmacists./
I smoke these herb rappers till I'm left with onyx lips./
Promises. You can't see me, call optometrist I'm nondescript./
Shoot the gat beside ya, I'm anonymous blasting cyphers./
Your peripherals won't work, your autonomous lacking drivers./
I'm the one you got to admire, hotter than lava and fire./
I am the sire to leave you Kilt like Scottish attire./

Scottish attire, following on from the last rhymes,
I know a Scottish bitch, she ain't my girl just someone Bag pipes,
Nice verse Mist, stay rocking the cypher,
I never used python, my codings honestly dire,
But the symphonics are fire, I recorded Foley hats slap boxing a viper,
My shit rings on every level as a sonic designer,
Warehouse jams, shed bangin like porn in a Lada,
Beats always formed to be harder,
Straight sear-em they get scorched when I mark the square root of all evil in the formula parser,
Too gnarly, ink blacker than new Sharpies,
Stay pulling strings like blue harpists,
Remember the viper shit? Big hats like Jew parties,
Wave tables so big I'm at my desk making tsunamis,
Never the same bass twice, different reese cycling,
Spit on tracks but snitches get stitches so I don't try to sing,
Stay killin MCs cyphering,
Have em stood quiet in a circle like they're waiting for the mic to spin

I've been spitting since before YouTube tik tok dance moves

Before the days where you can spend time online and make money off of views

I'm old school call me retro

Feeling jumpy
Epilepsy

Can keystyle freestyle peestyle now aint that sexy
Been waiting for someone to battle me back just text me

Trying to get someone to diss me directly or indirectly

It'll get messy
This old dog knows new tricks off the rip I'll make you respect me

I'm just fishing hoping to get my next meal not attention
Quit bitching
I'm just trying to see who thinks they have no competition

I pencil a portrait privately penning my poetry./
Posting these poignant pictures that pins my mental upholstery./
Posters be propping paper previewing patterns provoking me./
Plush paisleys s'pose to be props poking each./
Part picking the pieces of pain in my paintings composing deep./
Powerful prose like Pollock, I am a powerful pro to see./
Fresher than potpourri making (scents) cents, the pulp will be./
People oppose to me, peep this poisonous part approaching peak-/
Potency, pick opponents to pieces then pitch components depleted./
My pics of pwning completed, depicting poems repeated./
I'm a prodigious painter with Picasso passages./
A person with poverty's proverbs in primitive packages./
Appointed powers sick as passing pathogens./
Impoverished placed on the Pantheon where my path exists./
Unlocked when the password is correct cuz my past is knit./
And puzzles completed approaching this play so passionate./
A princess playing with pops put in prison, she probably praying./
To pause Republican prosecution plotting his placement./
In public she's placed as a pigeon pussy popping for payments./
Prophets are placed preaching punk's improperly playing./
With police positioned to put them in prison for profit period./
Pulling pistols on people with pigment for the posh imperials./
Pac'll be playing persuading people to plot the pyramids./
Pushing property packing pistols possibly pop appearing pigs./
Program us in piety proceeding with proper propriety./
Mobb's deep cause Havoc for a popular Prodigy./

A God MC: That's what all of y 'all should be calling me.
The shit I kick? Pass the bar, like a law degree.
Went to the pharmacy; want to eat. So, I drove..
To get myself a McDonald's treat, up Pape and O'Connor street
Word, that shit hit the spot when your hunger strikes
If the medium fries don't do it? Then the Mc' Nuggets might...
2 Big Mac's later, and my stomach's right...
Feeling done 'till I see the apples pies, glowing, under that microwave oven light!
Ah, man! Don't give me those paper straws, fam.
I got a couple plastics I always keep with me, on hand!!!
God damn, I be digging it in...
Even without the Celph Taut name, they always figure it's him...
My vigor is grim, but so is the reaper... pulling the scythe out...
Die by the hands of a killer; see what my life bout!
Cross paths with a man, willing to bask in his ego...
Like Tony Spilotro losing cash, at the casino.
My demeanor's cordial. Come see an immortal, leaving his portal.
Make keying superfly shit, seemingly normal.
I'm Beetlejuice, being freed from a wormhole.
So you can get fucked from every angle, like an orgy scene in a porno.
I bang, bro. Isn't that evident, now?
Can 6'9 point me out when I get up on trial?
I said 69, BangBros, Porno... they're getting it now...
I'm schooling 'em - flashy gear, with the Letterman style.
Weatherman 'round my way tell me they're expecting a forecast of rain...
They say my impact on rap is that of a crashing plane
Collapsing onto a passing train...
Yeah, that's insane. When the clouds disappear, the snakes in the grass, remain.
This the type of shit that's gonna poke your soul
Like they shot you, then pushed their finger into the open hole.
Psycho shit, staring through your blinds as you're sleeping...
With a camera and a master key, to silently creep in
-side, for the evening. You hear rustling, open your eyes and see him
By you and scream when he grabs your neck, and violently squeezes!
Silently heaving, as you lie, in secretion
Trying to breathe, as you slowly die, for no reason...
Kills you, comes back to cut you into five little pieces
Dumps the body, then makes up an alibi to lie to police with
I'm talking REAL fucked up shit, homie. That shit that's traumatizing
I'm talking homicidal, bodies piling. Real killers, on the rise.
I don't push pencils, nor do I sit at a desk.
I just scribble up text on forums and then deliver it, fresh.
Made to order, Hot-N-Ready. My talk is deadly.
Off of henny and jack, find out my offline persona is not as friendly.
Ain't no Mr. Rogers here, fella.
I'm only nice with these hands like Tyson, my man.
I get to fighting before the flight-crew can land... !!!!
Straight up. If I don't like you, then BAM! -- Magura grind...
I don't wanna hear you whine... even if you are here, online.
Pfft... go and cry me a river, phoenix.
You girl says she likes you, but fucks me, 'cause of my bigger penis.
Thank god I'm not on Facebook; probably would have been banned, already.
Zuckerberg, with his robot smile, and his ban-hammer, ready.
Suck a d--- if you want this shit to be grammar-friendly.
Tumor (two more) in the stick if you want to die - yeah, the cancer (cans are) deadly.
If you really want a fight? Tell your fam to get me
Known to fuck minors up worst the front-man of Hedley.
Phil Spector - a lunatic with this music shit...
Take your head off, before I tell you that you can sit.
Dog, can't you see... I be dropping these keys so substantially?
If they told me break a leg, I'd be a perpetual amputee!
Word... it just ain't gonna stop...
They're hating a lot...
Calling themselves sick, trying to wake up the Doc
They're only sick in the head, 'cause they're not taking their shots.
Well, you see here... I mirror the best; let me be 'clear'...
100 hour work weeks for the past 3 years
And still dropping classics on top of classics; rip-off the plastic.
And pop the disc in; I rock these bastards, it's nothing.
I got their caskets, no bluffing.
Ace Rothstein: "I want an equal amount of blueberry on each muffin!
And if I don't see it? I'm dumping!"
Hard-hat rap, while they're still "Under Construction"
The sequel to White Man Can't Jump should be, "...But these dudes sure do Jump to Assumptions!!"
Seriously, what's with the atmosphere, every time that I'm rapping here?
Drop a key off then suddenly all of you cats appear?
I want this shit bumping, all day... like a college frat.
Have the keystyle looking like the Coppenhagen Mall attack...
Damn, too soon? I mean, that's offensive as hell..
Funny thing is, soon as I stopped giving a fuck? My potential excelled...
So, excuse me for being desensitized
What I suggest is, log off, and completely reenergize.
My neighbor got shot on my birthday, two years ago..
So as far as your sensibilities? I don't wanna hear it, bro..
I don't care.... not even my life is off limits to this..
If we cared about everybody, none of this shit would exist..
Life is satire, ain't it? You're born, then you die..
While you're over here, talking about a thorn in your side.
I'm over here, watching you... over there, mourning your pride.
The distance between you and the less feminine you... is a four minute drive...
Or 12 minute walk... fuck it, Google is never accurate, though.
I'd rather just pack it and go... sometimes I click on the app
and the map doesn't load... but anyways, first world problems, right?
Not even joking. I find it real hard to log off this site..
I'm like, A Disciple... the cypher version, was like, a person...
Or something. Tired as hell... Wondering if there is strength I can find, in myself
To stop using raps online as therapy, and try to get help
Through more traditional means... I guess a vulnerable male's
a concept society has no interest in seeing...
They threat it like a freaking disease... imagine talking about inclusion
Then persecuting somebody for their different beliefs... ??
Gray areas... fermenting, in the ether...
You thought that was bad, just wait 'till you hear the shit from your teachers
Plugging both of my ears, with my head next to the speakers
It's deafening... but you can intercept it, if you put the effort in.
I reckon when you stop running in the cyclical...you'll stop and think...
The same stuff you worship is the evil, pushing you off the brink.



Probably hell-a grammatical errors in this, but I'm too tired to look. Happy Sunday, fellas.

Hey Celph, you said you in a god’s division?
Got more Celph haters than Catholicism.
Hey Sik_wit_it... you said there’s no competition?
I go over heads, I got top position.
Said you “make money off views”... like a politican...
Cuz, you barely even made change, ever... it’s a long tradition.
You’ve been battling for time, like you got a mission and your losses are upon attrition.
And I know the evidence is not sufficient, but I bet your girl’s got a hunch. (It’s a strong suspicion).
You’re a pussy. I’m an obstetrician...
Coz if you’re Sik I’m a top physician.
Shit.
I’ve been overlooked but never known to be overseen.
My hopes and dreams‘d make the Joker scream.
Got a natural high when I wrote the scheme so supreme,
Coz I’m better on average; that’s a doper-mean for the dopamine.

My flows are clean, so pristine they’re known to gleam, and that’s light.
Alchemist would probably start to rap in a damn fight...
He’d be like ‘oh so you got a knife but my lines are mad tight/‘
And after every bar he spits he’d get slashed, right?/
And he always pees at the start, calls it alliteration.
Golden shower participation pretending piss is precious precipitati...
Shut the fuck up.

Yeah...

Had 'em marinating a bit...
I just drop - why they over there, waiting and shit?
Supposed to be the first option for a Spotify listen...
'Fired' on the first blue collar that got in my 'business'...
Child prodigy, like a young Albert Johnson
Through the silhouette lens you call reality, shadow boxing...
Go ham on your kosher smorgasbord set...
Dropping more metaphors for your forum war-chest.
Am I bored? Yes. That's why I'm up at this hour...
Come in this browser, to show you that everything you love, gets devoured.
Nobody's safe. Cypher Alumni - we open the gates
For up and coming rappers, so our spot ain't up for a debate...
And if it was? Shit, Ben Shapiro, Sam Harris, Jordan Peterson
Are plebeians compared to me in this
Even if they're highly regarded by their own market
I'm still firing, regardless.
So high, that 'em other guys require a harness
Just to see. Hot, dog - how the hell they gonna Ketchup to me?
It's nothing - you aren't cutting the Mustard, b.
Uh... got the game out of custody
Like Wack100, I bust a free with the same vitriol of a Russian siege..
Couple keys get your bitch up out of her dungarees.
More options when she go clothes shopping... buy up the mall..
Suck me dry, inside of a stall.
Before posting videos, online, of her haul...
Gymshark, Zaful, Cupshe, Fashion Nova wear...
And Scorpion... cause I told that bitch to "Get over here"...
You have NO IDEA, what she up to when she tell you that she working late..
Send her over my cuban links, like The Purple Tape
Damn... what was I saying? Oh, yes...
Shawn Carter is nice, but Celph Taut is the best...
That's my homage to Price, if you ain't know where it's from...
Man, I hit the ground sprinting when they told me to run
So many bums, I'm feeling like a Brazilian plastic surgeon..
up in this bitch... serving up a hot plate of humble pie...
So... pucker your lips... a better crew than Cypher Alumni?
It doesn't exist... pummeling cliques
Let your ass mumble-rap into an upcoming fist, n' see how you fair, son.
Radio Rahim, pop your eardrum, like .457 airgun...
I don't fear nothing... !! Talk through a wired-jaw...
Fire off another key, have 100 frees by tomorrow...
Uh... recipe for disaster, or what...
Put 'em in a small box, it'll be like you were reacting to stuff...
React to these nuts... Rosa Park bullets
Make your brain take the back of the bust...
I'm in a class of my own; I don't have to adjust...
They actually just now understanding the lingo...
Thought they needed Rosetta Stone..
Kick the dead body with expensive kicks they could never own...
Add insult to injury... put 'em underground...
Now, that's more exposure to the indie scene...

You ever feel so alone, trapped in a shell, trynna find a way out but no matter what you do no one understands what you're going through/
see? i've been wrestling with reality, a young solipsistic mind all alone in a world full of illusions that stare back at me/
and i wonder if the girl i really love is just another fantasy that'll never be reality/
meanwhile i'm looking for anyone who can relate or if it's too late to crawl out of this pit of insanity/
it's creepy and lonely at the same time and i want it to end so bad but who is there to save me?/
i guess i am God stuck in a dream for all eternity.../

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RVQJkJwnTM

Is what I write of no consequence?
Bet you'd realize the opposite if you had common sense
A rebuttal of my subtle quips just proves incompetence
My opps stay pissed, sick with incontinence
Got 'em saltier than sodium as I preach from the podium
My words and how I'm controllin' 'em lay 'em down like linoleum
Think you can match these bars? Must be smoking opium
Surviving a battle with I? You OD'ing off copium
Allahu'akbar, the kid got mad bars
Shoot shots that would turn paraplegics to track stars
Get ya whole skin softened if you dare to act hard
I'm feeling like a genius compared to these rap 'tards
Always aiming with wisdom, gaming the system
Got cowards' hearts pumping so they feel every piston
I'm not no fucking kingpin getting them packs shipped in
But please believe in the league I always been MVP like Ripken...!