Keystyle Cypher!

It’s like, shit, I already stoved in his brains, left him broken and maimed,
Now I’m kicking a corpse that’s all bloated and aged, fucking, gross and decayed...
It’s a moment of rage, an emotional day coz I’ve got no fresh opponents to slay...
You switched up the shit I was going to say: I ain’t “praying for hope” I’m just hoping for prey.

You said “I got Juice, word to Omar Epps”, but I reference harder,
So if I got J.U.I.C.E... word to Terry Parker.

I ain’t “struggle with identity”...
Got a perfect inner peace ...between the ten of me.
Ah yeah that’s a tendency...
[‘Taut’ means there’s tension, see, so if you tryna flex for a body that’s a tendon, C.]

I’m so far advanced, I’ve already mourned ya death,
Contemplating where I’m gonna aim the gauge, yeah, I thought ‘a head’.
My lines imply shade like cross-hatching, and they all connect,
It’s like, uh, a bap bakin’ Matt Damon... yeah, it’s Bourne and bread.
Sorry.
Lemme bring it back real quick...

Im a baller with some jewel’s and a Porsche thats red.
Ah, goddamn it, that’s the Soar effect.
Shit. Focus.
Ok... I’ve got this.

Here by himcelph... disowned by his former set...
He said I’m “going down with the ship”; if the thought’s correct
His crew abandoned ship and left their parrot on the quarterdeck.
Alumni, or one guy in the corner left ain’t thought to jet?
He’d need to fall on his sword to restore respect,
But he a dead man already, please, he just ain’t fallen yet.
I’m bodying his corpus and the corpse that’s left.
Fucking, gormless wreck, waterneck, walkin’ in tortoise steps.
Take a blade and saw the flesh like a shawarma chef...
See he some meat substitute made from quorn and veg.

I'mma have to beef wit you virb ,
you give me no choice in my rap battle words ,
I'll eat you alive now , before and after ,
I'll slay you in the future , past and present ,
wit ya remains on my plate lookin delicate ,
Then throw the pieces of ya body in the trash can ,
and exercise the body fat off wit the heat like Afghanistan ,
You think your hot ,
but you aint even hotter than Bag ,
You two rap outta line ,
like yall leaders and the best with the swag ,
But it seems you've lied to ya selves ,
I've seen the exhibits ,
You two failed high school and couldn't get the prerequisites ,
School book ,
I polished it ,
and looked at my face wit the front cover shine ,
That type of ambition you couldn't imagine virb ,
your useless and unsigned ,
Do I gotta switch the style up? ,
I'll lay you down in three ways ,
vertical , horizontal or diagonal when ever the heat sprays ,
So keep on talkin out the side of ya lips ,
It'll get you killed ,
Take a hint from kaid - your excellence ,
You aint royalty tho ,
I’ll throw you out ,
your irrelevant ,
Come outta ya crawl space when you get better spit

this "Adjectivius Virbius"...lol... aint even reading my battle verse but he wanna talk... lol... funny

Sometimes I'm positive ,
Sometimes I can be ungrateful ,
That's my nature ,
but it doesn't take acting school to be hateful ,
English wasn't my major ,
I just had a gift with using words ,
I split up the weed on a school book ,
I abused herb ,
Brothas can feel negative ,
but I'mma have to be graceful ,
cuz I'll be rapping nice and hard while I'm able ,
My years are the best I've had from the cradle ,
My destiny is my girl ,
the life I live is under a rainbow ,
Until I feel bad ,
slayin these cat's with scissors ,
edges razor bladed ,
I arrive at the funeral with knives that are seraded ,
Go inside and start swingin at ya mothers blouse ,
that's the end of the world for her and her spouse ,
The outlook ,
Both planets exist on a parallel that is only kaid ,
Galactic personalities astray like two kids in a bay ,
Physics make an introduction ,
Morning ,
night ,
daylight or the shade ,
Livin with both thoughts in my mind is a pain

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Originally Posted by Virbius

It’s like, shit, I already stoved in his brains, left him broken and maimed,
Now I’m kicking a corpse that’s all bloated and aged, fucking, gross and decayed...
It’s a moment of rage, an emotional day coz I’ve got no fresh opponents to slay...
You switched up the shit I was going to say: I ain’t “praying for hope” I’m just hoping for prey.

You said “I got Juice, word to Omar Epps”, but I reference harder,
So if I got J.U.I.C.E... word to Terry Parker.

I ain’t “struggle with identity”...
Got a perfect inner peace ...between the ten of me.
Ah yeah that’s a tendency...
[‘Taut’ means there’s tension, see, so if you tryna flex for a body that’s a tendon, C.]

I’m so far advanced, I’ve already mourned ya death,
Contemplating where I’m gonna aim the gauge, yeah, I thought ‘a head’.
My lines imply shade like cross-hatching, and they all connect,
It’s like, uh, a bap bakin’ Matt Damon... yeah, it’s Bourne and bread.
Sorry.
Lemme bring it back real quick...

Im a baller with some jewel’s and a Porsche thats red.
Ah, goddamn it, that’s the Soar effect.
Shit. Focus.
Ok... I’ve got this.

Here by himcelph... disowned by his former set...
He said I’m “going down with the ship”; if the thought’s correct
His crew abandoned ship and left their parrot on the quarterdeck.
Alumni, or one guy in the corner left ain’t thought to jet?
He’d need to fall on his sword to restore respect,
But he a dead man already, please, he just ain’t fallen yet.
I’m bodying his corpus and the corpse that’s left.
Fucking, gormless wreck, waterneck, walkin’ in tortoise steps.
Take a blade and saw the flesh like a shawarma chef...
See he some meat substitute made from quorn and veg.

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I mean, the quality's dipping - it doesn't bother me, pimping...
Because I am a God to you, and... God is forgiveness.
Y'all can come witness the slaughter with his fallen persistence...
Acting 'sketchy', until he's drawn in the trenches..
I don't know what's more baffling, though, his lack of a hold...
Or his reality, slipping out of that Full Metal Jacket abode...
His driving ambition is more like a 'crash' on the road...
He's trapped in every angle he's harvested - he can't actually go...
He's trying to dig himself out, but he's latched in a hole...
You see the casket, below...
Your past your prime and it hasn't started yet, every bar detected...
Is far rejected, shooting for a hole in one when you got no par, respected...
If you're into dreams, you are making a death wish...
You opened many doors for sure, but many of them are created, as exits...
Thinking what you say is effective?
Far from it, but there's really no way to correct it...
Off beat, the day that you stepped in...
Nothing but redacted statements, in question.
Floating away, trying to say he has weighted aggression...
But no 'stomach for it' since I basically got away displaying his intestines...
I meant intentions... in which you have none. Too bad, son.
You always been in the back seat. It's Ok. Let the 'cab' run.
Career has been 'static', stagnant, complacent.... but that isn't shocking...
You're in a class of precaution.. taking a test of life where a pass, ain't an option...
If you're harping on Kaid's material, let's play your burial.
No rhythm trying carry notes in every single scenario...
Imagine being tired n' still able to fire, at will...
And your opponent doesn't die, cause you realize you have no desire to kill?
Cue Virb... I've given 'em mercy... he's lucky to breathe...
with his chastity belt mentality - he ain't fucking with me.
Nothing in store for days, just let the customer leave...
You a had a long 'fall' - the reality is, now, you're just rustling leaves.
It's an addiction. It's a fucking disease, you're stuck in the steez.
I took the wind out of your sails, your whole momentum has been 'up in the breeze'...
Don't take it personal, at least I gave you something to do...
If grammar is your calling card, your funeral will be punctual, too.

Celph...

This guy a tier below... and brag he low-key makin’ me nervous..?
Tryna whore us at his set... an ‘em assigned are worthless..?

Wait, wait, wait, sorry... I forgot...
I’m supposed to talk like you’re some kind of “god”...

This Gaia, Tyr below, and Bragi, Loki, Mekhane, Minerva’s.
Tryna Horus, Attis, Set, and Mnemosyne’d are worthless.
Heard your Hoenir, Terra - Isis, Uranus...
Whine all you like, but she’d Bacchus with statements.
So, no need to get the Proserpina’d.

Prose... subpoenaed..?
Shit’s ridiculous.

He made a massive Erebus n’...
Erbuh..? uh.. ? error bussin’?
Ah-Puck him...
Guess he never Thor-Talos was coming.

My dicks a hammer so big not even Thor could throw,
That sounds like some ancient Greek shit that I oughtta know,
But there's only one Greek phrase that's important though;
o skýlos mou eínai nekrós, pou eínai to koreatikó estiatório?
Cycle-lane-opathic, you can only hope that I'm sane,
IQ 150 despite all the dope that I take eroding away this motherfuckin hole in my brain, that's the size of the motherfuckin whole of ya brain,
Pokin ya veins, I'm drip feedin you beetle juice,
Beatin ya chest when I connect the speakers to ya breathin tubes,
I'll believe that inside you hold a deeper truth, when I'm done forcing my rhyme pad down the pipes that you'll be eating through,
I'm at ya girls crib, first date up in my nice jeans, I could tell by her stank straight away her pussy liked me, she asked me what I wanna eat, Mexican, somethin Chinese?
I said Ben & Jerry's bitch go get some motherfuckin ice cream,
That's real, she got fingered on a random worknight,
Luckily I had an axel stand and search light,
Afterwards I had to wash my hands with thermite,
She gave me fish fingers I call her captain birdseye

I landed on these lyrics inside of my crib ,
I was awakened like a baby kid in a bib ,
Know what I did ,
I'm bearing down slamming on a back board in a game ,
Throw me back the rock like its crack straight to the paint ,
I go hard wit my hammer chiseled to the edges ,
and I'll shoot a rapper ,
I'mma rap head legend ,
I score on a chick like foose ball or some cribbage ,
Land wit my draws on the mark that's how I did it ,
Do the super man if you solja boy ,
Put you outta style like you wearin corduroy's ,
you should know my dudes move as a storm ,
our rain you avoid ,
we made a way to stay out of the noise ,
Visions ,
In my brain taken way too serious by dude's ,
I laugh at em and remain in a stance of amused ,
Ban my lyrics like my words got you confused ,
I'll attach this strap to ya brain if you got it misconstrued

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Originally Posted by Virbius

Celph...

This guy a tier below... and brag he low-key makin’ me nervous..?
Tryna whore us at his set... an ‘em assigned are worthless..?

Wait, wait, wait, sorry... I forgot...
I’m supposed to talk like you’re some kind of “god”...

This Gaia, Tyr below, and Bragi, Loki, Mekhane, Minerva’s.
Tryna Horus, Attis, Set, and Mnemosyne’d are worthless.
Heard your Hoenir, Terra - Isis, Uranus...
Whine all you like, but she’d Bacchus with statements.
So, no need to get the Proserpina’d.

Prose... subpoenaed..?
Shit’s ridiculous.

He made a massive Erebus n’...
Erbuh..? uh.. ? error bussin’?
Ah-Puck him...
Guess he never Thor-Talos was coming.

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Glad I'm starting to finally to see the real you...
Peeling layers of the onion back, just to reveal that there's something flat...
All that momentum he took in the beginning, to give nothing back.
Feeling left behind - your prose akin to a Rumble Pak
You had your chance, and you fumbled that. Now, exit stage left, pussy.
Building off your hype, ain't nothing more than a text rookie.
With subpar pun game, that hasn't dropped any better...
You dissed me, but, it's so blah, that... I think I'd rather respond to Mandela.
This is not a vendetta... This the forum plant that I'm walking ahead of...
Who has squandered his light so much, that I thought it's a set up
And, not to put too fine a point on it, but it's really a shame...
You're putting out an aura that you don't have true will to contain..
Feeling ashamed about the puns you used to build off my name...
And go into a tangent about my background, with a shoddy syllable chain
Until you can change the trajectory of the skill, it's the same...
...Song and ballroom dance in here, cause the feelings remain...
Oh, you listing some Gods? Give 'em applause.
It's not stacked in your favour now, given the odds.
Listen, the cause of every action isn't to make you nervous...
It's so you don't mistake your purpose as somebody writing creative verses
Cause I assure you, it's as cookie-cutter as it can get...
*Insert rebuttal cookie cutter line to Celph that has no effect*
I mean, that's how you text. Now, look around, Virb - who's actually impressed?
Shit, 'Ill' dropped in here, and it's still clear, that you have no 'Finesse'.
Let's be honest, you've been killed, 'far as this battles addressed...
Your first go was passable, yes. But I mean, even that is a stretch.
You're average, at best. I can see why you're hiding your history, now.
Because we'd realize how short of a list it is if you had written it down.
You're a one trick pony, Virb. Your shit just isn't profound...
I'd much rather have young Tony Atlas pound me into the ground..
Did you seriously think there's weight to you? You're floating...
What are you smoking? You're punctual, sure, but that's not a trade off for something that's potent.

As many times as this dude tried to make me look foolish ,
I exposed his arrogance while he ignored the lyrics to my music ,
Virb is a fool , yes , something like a stooge ,
I'd bust him with a glock out of hatred ,
but I'm not in the mood ,
Virb , how do you think you can beat celph? ,
he's way over your head and noodle ,
I assume your re-thinkin how you got ya butt handed to you ,
You have no real skill against me to begin with ,
your a freshman and I'm a senior ,
that's a big hole inbetween ,
consider it ,
I have so many styles to display ,
I'm only using the ones I feel can relate ,
I could destroy you ,
I'll let you play with Kaid ,
try to avoid this psych appointment like your sane ,
this encounter got you shook like tree's in the rain ,
and the only thing your not gettin is that your in my field of the game

Being good is living your life outside of the box ,
No new car couldn't imprison me off of the top ,
I have no goals ,
I am guided by nothing ,
I'm a good drifter ,
I guess I'll die by something ,
Out of this life comes a deal ,
Satan has you hemmed up at your heels ,
Walk too close to the reaper and you'll get killed ,
Get deaded for a second to chill in heavens field ,
Good journeys with us ,
We pass the rivers of dust ,
That's sand ,
Stormin when we least expect it on land ,
the game seperates ,
People around the world can see all the stars ,
One mans hope today ,
Can be his sadness tomorrow ,
lost ,
Look up to the sky ,
Your flight to happiness cannot be denied ,
Get ready for life works and wipe your face off ,
because theres much to survive

I'll take virbs soul ,
rekindle his thoughts with a hieroglyphic scroll ,
Send him to the future ,
put him inside the matrix out on his own ,
Crowds don't see me wit the canon at ya throat ,
No police in the place ,
Drama falls at ya way ,
I'mma immortal man with the iron in ya face ,
Celestial beings can't give you justice ,
Put a judge against kaid ,
like a judge could bust this ,
I'mma anarchist against all forms of Virb's ,
Virb's a strange chemistry like he's all forms of herb's , (virbs a herb)
Cuz I'll smoke you like sherm ,
Lace you with a bullet to ya front ,
Put virb on the zippy and ignite the blunt ,
I'm ballin and I keep a fade away like shump , (Shumpert Iman)
You into foul play ,
well these brass knuckles is up ,
I'm leavin gashes in ya grill ,
cuttin ya flesh ,
Put ya body in the ocean attached to a boulder of bless ,
I'll get away in a vehicle out of the state ,
Rest with satan ,
virb your death is over rated

I'mma gun spinner , put that mack on ya brain ,
When the glock spit ,
bet you freeze like the ice on my chain ,
Even my chicks bling ,
We'll play a dude like college hoops cuz we’re a team ,
Try to take my skeez ,
and see more choppers than you seen in ya dreams ,
Shots ringin and the night seems like the blackest ,
I'll cock back ,
and put five in you like the Jacksons ,
I'll give a cat blurry vision ,
caps'll bury that dude ,
Knives juice'n yalls hearts ,
the nightmares in rule ,
Stoner after effects wear off ,
homie but I'm still starvin for it ,
Steal you with a beverage ,
Christile drippin from ya nose cartalidge ,
I aint a politician but I’m on like hillary kills ,
My chicks is lewinsky for the money ,
Still on my bills ,
I smoke more bricks up than Gucci mane and Lil Wayne ,
I’m ridin out wit more star power than a meteor flame ,
Your path is in destruction like bein in front of a crane ,
And I’m takin the trash out wit my gun comin in aim

I come in n aim to party, pump it up to the max, bring a set of dominoes & wear your comfortable slacks,
facts, wild evening, cuz nothin says crazy, like a cup of earl grey and a box full of pastries,
I've washed some sheets n they've been left to dry, in anticipation that I'm gonna wet the bed tonight,
Think I'm frontin? It wouldn't be the first time my mattress bin soaked,
The springs green but some are yellow like how daffodils grow,
Modafinil flow, neuropathic syndrome,
Get on the scene like a black and decker hammer drilldo,
Bare back ya bitch twice, double baggin still tho,
Raise you with a roundhouse like sam n bilbo,
Lord of the rings, jump in the ring of the lords,
You'll end up stood holding hands in a ring up in Lourdes,
Far cry from a battler, you'll lose I'll win that's my call,
You'll stop mid battle n cry, like when Lewis in the ring with McCall

And I double fist fucked your sisters cunt on a hill one time, shit was nice, sunny day, some kids arrived, used her pussy juice as a slip and slide, then they all got ill - and died, she's on a manslaughter charge - prison time, so she'll end it how she started, with a minimum of 6 inside

Friends can be leverage of a life with pain ,
My dogs was all good ,
I'm walkin down memory lane ,
You will win in your friendship with everything to gain ,
When its all said and done they're with you through the flames ,
When the ship is empty these characters are never gone ,
Your friends got your back even if it takes long ,
You can send for them soon ,
No one will see you as wrong ,
Those other people won’t do you right at all ,
Love is a thing of nature like a friend by your side ,
And when you sight see with them ,
it opens your eyes ,
A person says your wrong but a comrade says your right ,
An issue that problematic needs a roll of the dice ,
A friend should suggest that you ride with them today ,
And they make it easy to feel them in their word play ,
You two see the world in a different color and way ,
Lookin in the sky with hope to see light and sun rays