Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

Now, it's a hustle... Do whatever I can to ensure every one of these cowards, will tussle.
Working the game, for my personal gain. Browsing up muscles.
Me getting down, has been cut throat... Adam's apple poke...
That's new age era, here, for the rapping folk...
You catch this stand up, if you so much as crack a joke.
In the day and age of investments, I'm wondering how cats go broke.
Or maybe I'm not wondering, cause
As far as college educated statistics go??.. the small numbers are out...
And it's clear they fit the role.
I've been the student body, chilling there, with the principle.
Invincible, I guess you can say. And this text is a way
of kicking up messages, in an intellectual plain...
For the last one. You know, I thought about robbing banks, and having the cash come.
But that's dumb. Ask bums where they got their table scraps from?
Under the table? You know titles are so cliche these days, it comes with a label...
Like Death row. Or Murder Ink.
Been on websites so long that I observe the link, between what they're doing....
And glean the manual, just in case I see the improvement.
However, these days, you really need you a movement
of some kind... a lot of rappers these days have grown out of dropping a gun line.
And for me? I'm more concerned with the effect of Cypher Alumni..
Considering, they always thought it was one guy.
I'm here to tell you: it ain't. A prisoner of my own mind - I can sell the restraints.
On Youtube, wondering how much Belle I can take? (Delphine)
I really hate it when... you got these pseudo crazy kids,
attempting to say that they are insane as them....
Me? I'm on the forums, I'm far from waiting on my day, to come.
This is for all the athletes, afraid to run.
You can always take the Nick Cannon route, and play the drums.
Or, better yet, 3 days after my death...
I'm here to resurrect; still catching my breath
The rapture, and yet I'm doing it for the Nazareth, 'spect.
Feel the clash the chapel. Each step...
Like Incredible Hulk, attacking the set...
Even Christian Bale went off the rails...
Said it about Brandon, too, but a dead man talk no tales.

[Don Flows]

Small node , Large node , SSP , D House

I am omnipotent when I talk with my feelins ,
You only see a towering man after the killin ,
I keep discipline in mind ,
and hot paso's in my pocket when I grind ,
You would find ,
My conscious see’s a book as a matrix ,
Existence for you cat’s is more and more hatred ,
I imagine how Christ felt ,
when he was high ,
His own mom’s watched his shins divide ,
I’m stuck in reality ,
Fresh out of dreams ,
Dexterity to run through ya body with my team

[Celph Taut]

^ Word, said I'm a one-man army. No, probably a regime.
Against a sea of malfunctioning robots - No autonomy to be seen.
Honestly, when I'm keying? You see the streams of consciousness
- flowing through, man, I got this shit.
That's why I walk around, like I'm inside a bubble, of confidence.
It's sure death for whomever you put Taut against...
Acknowledge it. It's easy, Luigi rappers be taking the back seat to Mario, if need be.
The only thing I can do, is be me.
Lucid dreaming through this scheming, it's natural, right?
Remember the classics I liked from the old days, like Rappers Delight...
And Eric B for president, see Rakim, passing his mic.
Dog eat dog world, know I'm the one, last in the fight.
Widening the aperture, to capture the light.
Reduce noise reduction after, despite
it having a cyan-like quality on the photo... that I've taken, but
it's not a promo. The Dragon of this shit, equipped with a long Komodo.
They don't have to like me. Just know...
that this therapeutic flow, matched the psyche.
Wondering if that was likely. If they knew it would happen.
Grand Puba, Brand Nubian fashion...
Kick it old school, in pro tools, with a camera, so I can use your reaction
...to it, and caption it, "That's legit".
My driver ambition could crash the whip...
More fire crackers than Michael Bay, directing an action flick.
I'm passed the point of no return.
Squeezing life out of these worms, so they squirm. And I do it, with no concern.
They're looking at me, I'm holding, firm.
Watch my longevity in this business, grow to term.
Bolding than Brody. I'd be cool, if... nobody knows me.
Won't make a difference to me. It's interesting, the difference we see
In the intricacy of modern rap.. if you can even call it that.
And, that's not to disrespect it, it's just, if it's different - adjust.
Since we're about flexibility. But yes... the rest are killing me.

[Jay Fury]

No misfire see the bullets whiz by ya
Real nigga on the throne , bitch, I've been sire
You been tired trying stealing the crown
Hiding the piece from the chief when police be around
They see me in town and know what's up , bad bitches everywhere
Lolita type hoes, says she sleeps with her teddy bear
My crib cooking see the kitchen like the chefs spot
If you photogenic then you can get this headshot
Check out these angles put a nigga in a leg lock
For the dough i be whipping that ready till the bread pop
Pillsbury niggas clicks on the stove
Ops outside of my crib got the clip in the hole
I live by the code my big homie chiefing in the back
He says shits all good if you keep it under wraps
couple racks to my name put more rocks on the chain
Couple charges too I for the mack on my game

[Celph Taut]

Long list of transgressions that I have to explain...
Walking over the shards of the glassy terrain
The feeling is supernatural, I'm masking the pain
With aspirin, hoping the overcast...
... isn't asking for rain. Looking back in the HOF part of this site, where all of the classics, remain.
Man, I bask in those days. How time has gone...
Writing cyphers, feeling like I'm exactly where I belong...
Within the writings, to find my calm.
Talking to people has helped me reach, to be healthy...
Now, the music of my life will be perceived, as a medley...
Sticking my neck out for friends (air quotes)
When they wouldn't do the same. Say you're a loser, to your face.
Exclude you from doing things you would normally do
Forming opinions like assholes, should act as a warning to you...
It's a dangerous acquisition - the torment, ensues...
I absorb it, and choose every outlet I have, there's...
- warrior views, and then there's the options, which...
They knock you off of your own metropolis.
Opposites attract, but, not like this. A race against time.
Taking whatever situations of mine I've struggled with, and making a shrine.
It's trivial to argue. Comedian talk-show outlet; see Arsenio, in our view.
Acting like we're past our prime.
For the alumni, you'd never last in a class, like mine.
If you had better awareness, you'd realize all I'm doing here, is passing time.
Most people will keep to themselves, in fear of being vulnerable...
Me? I'd much rather explore where these tunnels will go.
Some of you know you're not in the 1 percent that is running the globe...
And, with that information, feel that you're under control.
However, lately? It makes me... question
Why I don't test it. Why do I sit on the side lines, and guess if
- it's all in my head, or clinical depression?
Desensitized, I'll be fine without your cynical suggestions
Unless you're in some kind of clinical profession...
Taking over-the-counter pills to rid you of aggression...
With a docility that makes them smile...
Having a far removed generation, raise your child.
Journey, playing in the background as you saw your vows..
Even technology is shaping how...
We communicate to other races, now... through on the spot translation, wow.
Ain't it wild? What barriers need to be broken?
How much fish, trapped in a plastic ring, are being freed, from the ocean?
My ideals aren't a job, but my outlook will need a promotion
Hungry for opportunity, using corporate greed to feed the devotion...
An appetite, for disaster. For 'em bastards, talk.
See if these cats can outlast the chalk of the homicide tape that masks that block.
Young black kid: aspirations of an astronaut.
Walking the world with energy to cause an interplanetary aftershock.
Yet, that was not the point of this. Had a conversation..
with a friend, on this site. Remembering how it use to be like...
Going back to 02', for the fuel, to ignite
the fire in me. To counteract the wayward desire to be
eternally inspired, by greed.
I mean, it's why I believe I've been writing these keys - nonstop
Fighting my own mortality, still.
You know... up late night, browsing until I'm drowsy, and feel
the need... to still MC. 'Cause, the will in me? Is building, keys.
I'm asking, "Will you, please..." - stop.
Nonetheless, it fulfills, in me, this euphoric elation, so, I'm always ready for the occasion.

[Bag Mandela]

Well truth is we all appear in a vessel, you have got life,
no explanation why, other than your parents banged one night,
People made rhymes to remember stuff, now we rap on mics,
And use it to tell eachother; yo, I said you wank off guys,
How we've advanced in time - but fuck it I'm here cuz this a special few days,
I can hear it calling me, "Bag, better get ya shoes laced",
That's right, it's Easter mother fucker and I'm ready to play,
I'm bout to seriously go & win an egg n spoon race,
1st place yeah that's my spot tell em,
Not second,
Don Eggdar Silverware, soon as the starting shot beckons I've long left em, their hand composure terrible they drop shells but think I'll cover the track with yolk? Oh, oh no - John Lennon,
Muy rapido, lappin em fast,
They couldn't beat me if their egg was in a carrier bag,
So quick, before the hen knows it's gone I've handed it back,
Run at lift off speed, shit get heated it might actually hatch

[ChyllTyrant]

you're not proud of your life if you're a noun without a rep
legacy after the soldier's down through the hood that i step
the granola crab soda exploder back without the motormouth sounds
of the worst outta the southside of the coast guard, cuse frowns
to drool thirst to the truth hurts over rakim's last citizen x, cursed
acquisition position of my rhythm spitting envisioned like kane's birth
from each of the transformers alongside the power plant undertaken
text conversion encryption swift opposition time splitting the jerks
from our solar systems controller substance, as i'm gutting dutches
from such abrupt gumption comes something specific that touches
alleviating the inveigled kegel splitter with the molecular vehicle
upside top dropped off benchmark water wet with the worm wigglers
liquidation of your emporium juiceless spitting for the connectivity
raps between buffer lines than nude swimsuit edition illustratively
flash captures rapture on pure haphazard bastards that can't hack it
while i crack stacks of slapstick on batters, track patterns
equivalent to the compact disk that clatter against the chain basket
as i flick my ashes at the classics as i transcend my ambition
to apparition seditious fictitious scriptures getting wigged
on zoot zits with babysitter club vanquished off boxcar kids
for the whole apple dumpling gang from before doing it right
fused to the music i write while excite the vibe like all hype
worldwide holographic image kings' relinquished best jesters
mick jagger conan doyle royal property of status symbolized session
soil toils the destructive gauntlet of haunted gambled gambit cards
flushing with drug spoils from treasure daunted exulted exodus bars
from the coreless court appointed appropriated lawyer of the voyeur
tom sawyer going peeping with glick jiminy cricket sick jacky joiner
with the hickups like your red and exes for your fox and hen fences
begin commence of the leviathan to rhyme armageddon apocalypse
by which i mean you're impossible, stop rhyming at the fact
you're straight nonsense, all dense off the sound that you wacked
let me set you aside and burn sacrifices with the pound on my wreck
like to bite on the price i might be where your last found to forget
the crooked empire's a vampire with my desire loud on your neck
your foundation is drowned in the pit, dead, unknown, and out of it
and if you curse my name instead of god's i won't be around again

[Jay Fury]

And I still don't trust the police
out in your hood catch me rolling 44 deep
shots go through snot nose veterans
Bodies piling up see them right in front of the tenements
bitch ass nigga become a victim to the elements
On his last breath we about to set precedents
Counting Benjamins this here a matter of excellence
Caskets for whatever that 38 special hit
They want the smoke they can have it till they chiefing up
Tell little homie that it is only a buzz
Networking the grams we felonious thugs
Cut the middle man we don't have to go to the plugs
Shipping weight x marks the spot he get a brick a day
Over the stove confessions in the crib whipping cake
While love and hip hop running in the background
Fiends waiting for the fix until I put the smackdown

[Celph Taut]

Gonna be honest: I don't know how to act, now.
Raps wild enough to make the modern kids in the trap, proud.
Matter fact, how I put together exact style...
Manifested. They can't contest it. On the throne, I stand, majestic.
I keep the fam, invested. Lounge seats? Nah...
Expensive seating, we're handed break sticks.
Pimp game, ambidextrous. Got it down to a science, if you understand the metrics.
Every unit of key intuitive, b.
For the 'woke' kids, losing their sleep. Smoking that LOUD,
Ya know, I cause the music to 'peak. It's useless.
You got no choice, but to move to the beat. Like Kush Groove,
that's history we are doomed to repeat.
Who wanna speak on this? Let's be honest, you shouldn't.
They'd rather silence you. Every sides a new seismic view...
You can't turn away, because your eyes are glued.
Global pandemic, people in ICU.
Dying, being stuffed with all kinds of tubes.
Inciting violent feuds. Something that even Biden knew...
- as a president elect, see the bullet motorcade, riding through.
Like Independence Day. I will never lead my pen, astray.
Spit venom, aye. I do this shit, 24/7
Don't even need to look up the resume. They referring to my past, like it's present day.
Yet, I'm a renegade. I penetrate your reality
I'm gonna tell you just how it be.
Snakes in the grass - Tariq, from Power, scene.
Shit's terrible, bro. I don't care for 'em, though. I know they like to lie.
Snakes on a plane, let's see if this fight, will fly.
Police in my face, hand on their waist, say "Would you like to die?"
Innocent bystander pulls out his phone, as he's riding by
They look, and put it away. Good time to be alive.
They wanna see me, inside. Lock me, there. Deep, in a box.
But that isn't enough for them. Yea, they want people to watch.
Change the narrative to a young thug, when they see you on Fox.
But I'm not signed to Baby, though.
Had one side of me, this crazy game made me, whole.
80's baby, was always quiet, since 8 years old.
I kept to myself. Alone, in a room. My dad's records would help.
But didn't get much play, so they were left on the shelf.
Not gonna lie, though. I'm 34 years old, still rocking Revival.
I got the energy that I needed, off of my idols.
And for mankind? I'll go and stick a sock in their pie holes.
Redd Foxx with the candor. A certified man whore.
Who took on opposition, even the ones I never planned for
But, whatever. It works, for me.
Pay me the money, won't get a verse, for free.
I work these keys like the locksmith, while they talk shit, over me.
Knee, pressed to George's neck. That's the sorta respect...
you get from those who bring the war to your steps.
The man died a horrible death
Derek Chauvin tried to ignore it, and yet it had even more of a euphoric effect.
Because it caused those to protest...and to remember the souls that we left.
It's a cold world, just make sure someone remembers you.
I bring this pen to fruition.
If it was up to me, I'd put end to religion. Unite the world,
and set fire to this incredulous system.
Bless humanity with generous wisdom... help the innocent get out of prison.
Then what's next? Just us vets.
Standing there. You know the objective, shaping the worldview.
All by yourself, so who can you turn to?
I'm just trying to walk in the garden, try to smell the roses, without the officers pardon.
Or the lawyers who think they can confuse me by talking their jargon.
That's what got me working the hardest.
To where I use the wisdom necessary to brighten my outlook.
Weaponize their wording, and I don't care how it looks.
Tell 'em, I got it out of books. You throw a rock, and you will hit a sea of thousand crooks.
Isn't that how it goes? The rich helping the rich? Middle class disappears?
You gotta work harder, and so do your peers.
You got degrees, but, nobody cares.
The only ones with stakes in the business, are the ones holding the shares.
But they tell you if you work hard enough, that you will get a piece.
And I suppose it's true. Tell you, you only have yourself to blame if you don't improve.
And your lazy if you don't go to school.
But they don't teach you about managing money.
Dropping nothing but corporate branding, for dummies.
A fool and his money are soon parted. Even me, man, I know I got me a few targets.
However, I advise them to keep it cool if they don't wish to be..
the recipient of this true carnage. I know I'm gonna get it, regardless.
If they tell you you can't be a star, it's barnacles.
All you armchair therapists, are scared of this.
Which goes to show me your arrogance.
One for patriotism is one for the Americans.
Yeah, I hear them kids. That isn't a lie.
The whole world is like a theme park, if you can envision the rides.
Or the hell on earth you've been living inside.
I'm here to buy the lot up. Here to inject your mind with the shit that you never thought of.
An alcoholic is looking for his happiness
at the bottom of a bottle, because his inspirations are much harder to swallow.
He had goals he said he was gonna follow,
but then said tomorrow. And now he owes up on all that money he borrowed.
Had our stupid ass, sitting in a wormhole. Didn't disinfect the surface, you let the germs, grow.
I watch this chapter of my life end, then burn slow.
Through every portion, I'm steady letting these words go
And even though, it gets much harder to do?
I turn over a page and then I start it, anew.

[Celph Taut]

And that's typical, ain't it?
How the outlook is different from the picture you've painted.
They have their hand out, the instant you've made it.
Right now, you are witnessing greatness.
It sounds profound, like a pastor, reading biblical statements.
When you realize your trajectory isn't adjacent
Like the accident I was in, had me among all the physio patients.
Massaging my neck, it's cause-and-effect.
The sound of my car, as it leapt off the asphalt...
And turned side ways, all I thought was, "Thank God I ain't dead!"
Maybe it was in the cards that I lived.
Heart beating out side of my chest, trying to compose myself.
It was only me in the vehicle, and no one else.
That shit was a write off, I was pissed, but relieved. I could be...
sitting in a wheelchair right now, like I was Christopher Reeves.
Nevertheless, I'm still breathing; what a miracle.
Driving, as the face of death, in the sideview mirror, grows.
Got anxiety after more than a year, exposed
to the pandemic that we're dealing with - the response has been terrible.
But here it goes. Around in the circle.
Turn the radio off, because I know the sound of it's hurtful.
People are going out. Cough, with a mask under their chin, and they don't close their mouth.
If prevention is the foundation, our response to its been an open house.
It's lackluster, at best. You got young people in ICU, catching their breaths.
And no funeral services, after their deaths.
Can't blame the government for the lack of respect.
That onus is on the people, it's impactful on the staff we elect.
When we watch the same news that they do, and see the questions that are asked in the press.
While wondering why we have the answers, yet nobody is passing the tests!
If the freedom of information act can still redact statements, that..
Should be transparent, then tell me, where is the place to act?
You can look in your own history and trace it back...
To the early ages, since it's predicated on basic facts..
Many centuries of slavery, 'masters' committing heinous acts.
Created a new dialect, after they have enslaved the blacks.
However, I'm not here to preach. I mean, this is the message that they are scared to teach.
Look, the information is there, at least.
For so long, it was sitting out of our parents reach.
Since our system was so intent on a generation of derelicts.
And now we have ourselves to blame - maybe it's gluttony?
Or maybe it's all the fake friends, keeping me company...
Man, what's up with me? These days, I got a chip on my shoulder...
I treat like a luxury. I lift it so freaking much, I'm dawning a muscle-T.
I'm so worn down by my habits.
That I got a magic hat, but, I'm not pulling out rabbits.
I might be in the driver seat. But the acceleration pedal, is missing.
And the breaks are cut, in a head-on collision.
I'm not gonna sit here and act like I couldn't have made some better decisions
Because I, myself, was depressed, and now have several medical conditions.
Went to doctors that couldn't wait to get me out of the room
Reminiscing on things I no longer have the power to do
And here I am, a few years later, procrastinating, while browsing the tube.
Living in my own fantasy world, that's surrounded by nudes...
Of IG models. Yeah, I got an addiction.
I mean, I go on it a lot, but it is not a subscription...
It's just me downloading their vids, in secret.
Neglecting the people I care about. They told me, but my addiction wouldn't allow me to hear them out.
It's a scary feeling when you see that your reality's slipping...
And look, I don't wanna sound like a victim.
I did it to myself. I ain't proud of this shit. I can't quantify the amount of browsers I clicked.
30 feet up in the air, asking the ride operator to let me out of this shit.
Can't turn to family, either. Feeling so scared of sounding depressed.
And now, I'm a mess.
But on the surface I fake a smile, so, how would you guess?
Maybe I seek comfort in the keyboard sounds, as I press each one right down,
'till a text comes out of it from nowhere, walk the trotted road.
Just me and I. Who knows about it? Not a soul.
My inner child being coddled, as it drinks from a bottle - whole.
So scared of spilling the baby formula, on the floor.

[Don Flows]

I go to the club to wild out ,
I have a couple dances and drunk alittle to my crown ,
I write about the truth and about the crookedest youth ,
Talkin bout these cats that don’t spit it in the booth ,
Lived in prison where the shanks enter ya flesh ,
Killed some men for the life so I took it to death ,
Goin to the shops with the deserts in the front ,
You better run cuz when the inf on ya brain ,
I dump ,
Back then cats only had haze to put in they food ,
Cat’s go to the hospital and die other than live with the blues ,
It aint a ruse ,
I push weights and when I get ripped I can punch swift ,
Get in the game with a kickers power so the punts lift ,
I’m goin to the strip with a chick that loves getting gifts ,
My thoughts all about money that’s why I make sense ,

[ChyllTyrant]

take jay piru flame out, bang his ping to blink things i resampled
then, celph taut and title wack retarded examples of my exhibition
well dropped hella hot don flow time spots but yo bitch kept the light on
ya'll only paladin's to palindromes i presented like a tenet of yo moms
metaphoric lime crop grinding like wheel carts in farmer's markets
imagine me bootlegging your cds, shining smart on your stupid remarks
real hard, grimier than the crookedest crook in the crime roster
repertoire wanted posted random model posing photograph cropper
more green foliage than mick foley off the top, mankind inhuman
on royal rumble arena going gladiator noah for the rubix cubit
whole hydro jah lingo the holiest modern hoyle for foil tricks
where i lobby up my total hits, it's keystyle, just smile

[Jay Fury]

Wicked shots to the dome get ya mans killed
got bullets, got cribs that the fam built
Spending dough on a hoe is an easy way
To fall for a trick I make tricks out as easy prey
Hand to hand combat what ya shit be bout
You aint careful paramedics gone lift you out
Grew up in the east got a buzz once I hit the south
Badges on my chest niggas call me the city scout
Sneaks pressed fill son full of lead
A horses head out his door another one in his bed
They ain't ready for that type of shit my dogs like Michael Vick
He try to get away I do a drive by and snipe the whip
Itchy trigger finger keep the remedy by the hip
Butane on my lungs I'm always spitting some fire shit
I dare a nigga to try that same day he gone fry
Then I facetime his moms like say your goodbyes

[Celph Taut]

Even a lost soul can still see the rain in the skies
On a sunny day, much like your partner sees the pain in your eyes
Trying to refrain from it, it itches up, like the common cold.
Throws the E-brake down when you're on a roll, now you've lost control.
Don't wanna talk for those other people, that walk the road.
Putting you in a fox hole. Time flies, ask the pilot, "Where do these clocks go?"
Did shit in my life I didn't think was possible.
How could say you gave your life to God, but not wear the crosses, though?
They talk down on your memory and say that it's luck that made you get up.
The fortune, the fame is corrupt.
You play the cards you're dealt when they say it's a bluff.
Keep the momentum going on any way you look up
And fight the tyranny. Having fake friends, vs none at all, always felt weird to me.
Family picks up, while always wondering where you be.
Those other 'acquaintances' treat you like charity.
Slighted to appearances, and the status quo...
Then they cut ties, telling you it's for their 'casual growth'.
Luckily for me, I'm not your Average Joe.
I'll be like, "It's all fine and dandy. Just make sure that you grab your clothes...
And don't forget to leave the key"... Believe you me
- it's as straight forward as that... They wanna get a reaction out of you to explore where you're at.
Don't give it to 'em - a lesson learned.
Keep the pent up aggression inside, n' the outer flesh, will burn.
You don't own the one you're with, "It is just your turn".
4 Ex's, they reach out... wanting sex, in return.
Because they're lonely, they wanna know that you want them, still.
Would be lying if I said I don't think about it, but in reality...
I want to chill. When you got somebody willing to go to bat for you?
The past you knew? Is not as real.
That's a history of mine, long fulfilled. Keep it pushing.
If they're looking through my library of bitches, We gone' shh him.
But back to this loco life. All these people, are crazy.
Following the predetermined path never ceased to amaze me.
I went for my goals, while y'all seemingly day-dreamed..
Hoping it would happen for you. But, here I am, laughing. Like what'd you actually do?
It's simple math if you aren't spitting a fraction of truth...
Then you can't expect the same returns on that faction you grew.
I don't care if you don't like how long my verses are...
Every aspect of my life is so integral, that it's worth a bar...
Go through my verses and see if any of it is garbage, I'll throw-
my hands, and concede. But ask around, they know I'm the man to be beat.
Heart pumping petrol, with a ride a day mentality for
the words they see. Imagine if I kept this up, eternally?
I'd probably explode. Piling body after body, in the town square.
Come out, bloodied and beaten to the loud cheers.
Vocal and incredibly outspoken, but...
I ring it out so you'll soak it up... tell these cats that this is the Doja cut.
The master composure, imagine the exposure
you'd get from Michelangelo, if he allowed you hold his brush
In that historical moment when he created The Sistine?
I capture that same excellence, with a sixteen
- bar, constructed much like MC Escher's stair illusion.
Then I allowed it to all go to my head, like hair solution.
Still kicking, feeling righteous - Finesse, has been ghost.
They didn't expect me to boast. However, it's cool.
Read the rest of the post. I came over a lot of shit, to be here.
Especially since I been on this site more than 17 years
Dog, there's people about to finish school with the rapport that...
I placed in this site. Which is crazy, cause that was nearly the age I was, back when...
I use to kick up key-style raps, with my class friends.
I find it funny, that I talk about that, so far, in the past tense.
It feels like ancient times. Placing rhymes with, what felt like, the most creative minds.
In this antiquated game design.
And these cyphers remained sublime, even after it died.
And the remaining cats that survived decided to build up RapsIsAlive.
I respect Token for that quest. Though, when.. they knew it was kicking.
They decided now is the time to act, instead of helping the guy give back.

[Ragian]

*DO NOT THINK*
im spitting lyrics not giving a fuck if it's even rhyming
just letting the lyrics flow forget about the timing
because the planets are aligning while Ragian's shining like the sun
im doing a free in front of everyone, what's said cannot be undone
so sit back and relax, im not wack, im feeling this there's no turning back
today I went to the strip club, met a fine dime named Mila
she let me feel-her, smelt her, smooth skin all over
and damn she so fine I want her to be mine
but I know all she want from is my dough
so fuck that hoe!!! tomorrow imma spend some cash and fuck that hoe