Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

Word, call that divine intervention... call that due process.
Call that the link in the chain when you try to pursue prophets.
Who got this? It's obvious, ain't it?
How can they be friends when their camaradie's tainted?
If I'm being honest, it will take all I got to explain it.
So I keep it casual suited, batallion armor
soldiers valor and all that comes with it, when you pad out your karma.
From a different zone - if you had you the honor, you'd recognize
But I ain't mad, they're a goner.
They're here to pad out records; they have a whole family, of jobbers.
Had me the honors of taking the entire cake.
So many lives at stake when it was my credentials they tried to take.
However, that was my mistake.
I'll never roll snake eyes, again. Rather call up room service n' go clean house.
So when I open these doors, they know what these keys 'bout.
Prosecutor precision - could never leave doubt.
Why're they chasing the dragon, still?
Minds fragmented, running up magic hills.
To reach to this level I'm at, I hope that you have you stilts.
On the same bullshit that got Kadafi killed.
I'm not looking to reform what is already dead.
I'm not looking to say what is already said.
I'm not looking to be the guide for y'all that's mislead.
I'm here to stick my neck out for when they wanted my head.
Four closing walls, with no windows and doors.
Spinning in circles, yet I was giving the course.
It's what you expect when your inner circle's fit with supports.
Yeah, difference is my interest is building, in sorts
Had to look at the roadmap n' hit the goal, 'till it goes flat.
Remove the head from the hydra - see if it grows back
Everything that they wanted to be...
Set the fork in the road, yet they're following me.
Felt like the heir when y'all couldn't breathe...
Take a deep breath... feel the ground cracking underneath me with each step
The king when y'all were getting your feet wet
Find yourself being pursued by the law...
With a gun pointed at you, have you taking The Fugitive fall.
Dudes wanna ball, until they're on the court... then feel differently.
Jumping for a shot; see me swish it in when I hit the 3.
You shouldn't be in the league... let alone fetching the water...
You can't be a changed man if you left it to karma.
Eat the flesh off the arm - the next Jeffery Dahmer
No effort to harm ya, a record of mine will leave my name etched in your armor.

[Ill Finesse]

Celphffffffft...

I have to admit, I expected better
But it's whatever, I don't have to commit to effort in this endeavor
Ditch the trip to Everest
Effortlessly I'll equip this bitch with a suit
Quick, get his measurements
The pleasure is all mine
You and everyone in your crew
All nine, Bow to your new king for all of time
And even tho you fell to me
You still can be the face
Lady El-o-ise
The rest of you will fall in line or fall in this line
of fire
The divine's admired if you relate to Shem
I am the way
You trying to find ways to relate to him
After I create, I get hate because their mates want to fornicate
Must be the way I formulate words that leads to a warm embrace
You caught WIND then STORMED in place
Until a RAINBOW shined.. cuz you a BITCH
That's it, didn't have to rhyme
Or use caps, or hide behind loose facts
Like how you do tracks, like who asked? You ass cheeks
Last weeks news, a backstreet boy with attitude
Who thinks any of that bulshit gives you latitude?
It don't matter dude like black lives to crackers who
Say all lives matter only after we question why the blood was splattered
In this case? Ego driven
Mad that when I spit its like a keynotes given
I'm not simping for three votes
I got my hands and attention around the throat of thee goat
Sure sure, but all I'm seeing here is Paul George
I'm all for it, ball like Jordan Poole in Golden state
In the palm of my hands controls your fate
Your alumni is just trolls with capes
Now Niggaz so mad they throwing blows in space
They want to spar but can't roll with the pace I set
You think you better? I'll take that bet
Made that threat
I fly private, Maybach to Jet to island
Live with your regrets and stop objectifying
Respect who I am or expect to die man
I have yet to try so I'm rough around the edges
An eclectic diamond

- iLL

[Celph Taut]

If you give me a genuine reason to put any kind of effort towards you, I'll consider it... but, until then...


Uh, I am Leviathan; why should I try with him?
Don't know where the bullshit stops with Ill, n' the lies begin.
Half man half retard, it's amazing you haven't stopped...
Astro-lock the entry ways of any path you got...
I don't know who told you were worth the effort, but let me be clear...
If trash hip hop didn't exist, bitch, you'd never be here.
So I guess your forefather's to blame for fathering lames
You off the road, dog, you're not in the lane...
This is a lot different than what you thought you were saying...
Rehearsed it in the mirror n' shit...
cupping your imaginary mic...
You're not even a lyricist, Ill Finesse, when you barely write.
I hear the hype for you on boards, is real.
You sign your name at the bottom for more appeal
Let's be honest, I'm the one that opened the doors, for Ill.
Popping the same shit that got Christopher Dorner, killed.
Pay homage, you ain't got it, trick.
You were popping a lot of shit when you're not as sick.
You're common. As average as it gets, here.
Who's worried when you got no authority on forums, n'
you were boring before this war began?
Ask anybody if they're picking you over me... you're delusional
If you would agree.. you ain't unique..
I can do what you do without doing a thing...
Sucker raps, you could be Barry Bonds n' you wouldn't swing...
Rocking charms with a beautiful ring...
No "eclectic" diamond... I ain't got a respect your lines
or the effort when none of it has been depth-defying...
What have you done since you been here? Crickets.
What's your irrelevance on this site? Disses.
I mean, far as I'm concerned you will never adjust
Hunger games, Finesse is starving for attention from us
STARVE, BITCH. This ain't a charity - you don't compare to me.
Barely here to share a key there to be heir, but here comes me.
Like lightning, I know his writing's below the threshold...
Never been fronting, reverse-Benjamin Button - it gets old.
Let's go. Keep swinging 'till it splits your grill.
Forget your fantasy draft... this is real.
Get your top blew faster than Andy & Kevin, on Mission Hill.
Word to your Fubu Attire...
Adorned in fake chains, raising your fist to the Shaka-Zulu empire..
Mannnnn, don't embarrass your self....
You want to improve? Writing better lyrics can help (just saying).
You wanna share in the wealth...
But I take the gold over with me, like Ric Flair with the belt.
Shoot your vegan party up while you're munching on carrots, with kelp...
Cornball. I hope you cooked that asparagus well.
Arrogant, hell Bogs and Captain Hadley, while they're sharing a cell.
SHIT IS EASSSY.. Ill died already...
Yeah, you tried to get me.... But you know how that went.
Ran so many laps around him, the cats spent.
Ill's consciousness in and out, like Kofi Kingston's accent.
Got rocked by everybody that you dropped against...
Your shit ain't popping now, and it hasn't been popping since.

[Unkn0wnAlchemist]

Not to interrupt y'alls party but had to drop in real quick.

Cold as blizzards with snow of frigid intensity./
Posting scriptures for poets, spitters and enemies./
My written quotes on piccolos and typical tympanies./
Sculpting livable memories in lyrical multi-syllable symphonies./
I turn architects of verses to dead corpses./
Split your skull four ways then call it your headquarters./
Men identify as chicks, chicks identify as gentlemen./
I'll kill you in front of cops then identify as innocent./
Then again I sit and peer at writtens here./
I will diss a peer if a diss appears till he disappears./
The brigadier who's mode of thinking is limitless./
I'll dismember his prehensile multi-fingered appendages-/
till it hemorrhages for composing inane sentences./
I paint intricate dialogue controlling your brain's stimulus./
Aim's infinite plus my cousin clutch the steal./
If I don't kill you, I'm Carlton cuz my cousin Will./
With the guns I hear pops like his uncle Phil./
Leaving Fresh Prints on the gun concealed./
My tongue's the steal with triggers I lyrically pull it./
We're basketball in Baltimore, a Wizard with Bullets./
My medication's meditation sedation for stress and hatred./
In deprivation tanks, using razors for blessed elation./
Dedication to defecating on opps. Deformation-/
Of character's definite. Delegation of disses for devastation./
Decimating haters till heavens the destination./
Declaration of war using corpses for decorations./
Kill mankind for fun. God erects creations./
I guess I wreck creations for recreation./

[Celph Taut]

No party, homie. Depart him, only.
Body broken, disgarded inside of the garbage
holdin his garments; only this carnage, solely.
Death becomes him, the visual interpretation of life..
Placement inside the star of David's constellation device...
Trace the information, I'm like the savior
despite the condemnation, likened to the creation of Christ.
Word, I drop testaments as they observe the scriptures...
Try to transcribe it, see truths depicted as worded pictures...
And they have the nerve to hit ya with, "I expected better"?
You're lucky you got a body of yours that had been left together...
Throw stones, this glass house comes full circle if a glass is broken....
Theatre of my mind, see if the pilot can cast emotion...
Gaps in his logic, and his past exposed him...
He was the outlier when the real cats were chosen...
So now he's back from molten ashes, in an attempt to rehash his moment.
Service denied. Bigger picture is out there - you're still looking at the verticle slide.
I mean, he was dead. But he was still there when I turned to the side.
I can cause the multiverse to collide with these words I provide...
Shit's effortless, push the needle with some feeble shit
I scribbled off of the top
Rick Bobby, running around when you thought you were hot.
It's introspective when the truth hits you deep in the core...
Even before this battle we didn't have the same reach on the board...
You're precisely why I'm not trying much...
Buried your truth deeply, yet the real lies keep rising up.
Blurried lines, intertwined with your super seismic-crutch..
Pure comedy gold... Bill Burr 'wit the Midas touch.
Said I was sorry to Mrs. Jackson before I buried the hatchet.
Scary, in practice, you've been doing it for years n' still terrible at this
I guess I can't be too surprised when you don't step outside of your shell
And your reptutation on here is superseded by the lies that you tell
Watching souls flounder, aimlessly.
I am the savior, b. How can you pray for me?
I walked by the tolls, n' didn't pay a fee.
Guess you can whatever these days on here n' it's c’est la vie
Enotional dump on everybody just to blame it on aye machine.
But truth is, whether or not I talk highly of me
That's a far cry from the fictional character that you're trying to be.
I tried to throw you a lifeline by keeping cool...
Yet, you keep coming in this thread to feed the fuel.
So if you get burned? I assure you, there won't be a pool
cold enough to ease the pain.
A visual of Tim Robbins, raising his hands, in the freezing rain.
From every angle that he obtained...
Talking about my crew like that's the issue, here...
I had many goals that that I hit this year
While your entire outlook has been socially engineered.
Fuck a crew, let's keep it a buck.
The cement has been laid - I'm wondering if he can get up.
Spent weeks going at me so his feet won't get stuck.
You think I'm concerned with this net shit?
You think I give two flying fucks what you expected?
Seriously, who the fuck are you.
Let me be the first to say this isn't a beef you wanted to jump into.
I'd be better off going to thrift shop than a line of yours to find something new.
At least Virbius can craft a bar...
I struggle going through your work to parse somthing half-subpar.
So, the way I come at you is based on that regard.
You're a laughing stock, Ill. A fucking meme...
To be honest, I don't know what this means.
What value do I get out of replying to you? Hmmm... let's assess.
2-1 record? No accomplishments. Just a guess...
Absolutely nothing, which is ironic because I expected less.
It's a shame anybody could drop
The talent pool's is now a shallow grave of bodies that have been piled away
Which isn't something I'm proud to say,
Yet unfortunately it's the reality, now.
There can't be a king's reign, when dweebs like you have been showering down.

[Celph Taut]

Word, they're crowding around...
How I'm profound staggers the power balance, they try to reclaim...
See the symmetry between the two frying their brain...
Walking higher terrain, with enough fire to cause the climate, to change.
Higher than where trained pilots arrange on flying their planes..
Separate the anatomy, each body part is dying, estranged...
Put simply? No, not putting it simply...
This is the void looking at Sentry.... I know world views tend to be a sensitive topic...
Yet, this pencil I got is meant to dislodge it...
Use it surgically in the same way deities represent prophets..
Shit - it'd be my assumption to where that mental, is toxic...
Challenge everything, bend dichotomies to temper their logic...
Back to my old ways...
Run the clock backwards, cause a rapture; I throw strays...
at rappers, from both ways.
Bullet fragments penetrate whatever manufactured that whole craze
And cause it crashing, completely collapse it..
I mean if we on some rap shit? It can get easily graphic...
Like inner city streets with graffiti tags...
crooked police, weaving through traffic. Word... wax poetics
On cats attempting to match the credit... that's pathetic
Catch a sub-back - I'll give you a path, to Reddit.
If they can think of a track even half-prophetic... cats who edit
their stats for their rap aesthetics online gon' whine
when they lack the particular-tacts to get it...
Punch a whole through your chest if we go into text...
Lifting the bar, 'cuz I know you won't flex...
Missing the game's the only time they showed you a bench.
Dark tides, yeah, I know me the stench...
pheromones floating - it's as cold as it gets
felt like the Columbine Shooters they way I was thrown in the "trench"
- coat n' obsessed with data - calculating...
Out of the picture n' now they're waiting...
Saw the crown, n' I was down to take it... fuck being trivial...
Climbing up... see how far these last steps really go...
Silly hoe under the bridge - this is the Billy goat.
Words transcribed from the mouth to your brain, so you can feel these quotes.
Punching in, 'till the till is broke.
Said fists feel like slabs of concrete when you get your dome cracked...
To the metronome of Billy Jean - watch your bone, snap.
Then get your soul snatched... revisionist history
Die attempting to obfuscate my old raps....Bo Jack
Out, standing in my field...
throwing a curve for what my foes lack
Throw jabs like Hiroshima's big enough to overthrow Sapp.
Word... keep the fight local...
Said you needed to see, immediately squeeze with a "light" chokehold.
Roughly 10000 lumens in watts for the students who thought
They were being smart, emulating the blueprint I got from Alexey Pajitnov
from moving these "blocks"...
There eyes watering, swiping away, like Celph, that's too many "drops".
If eye seen/Visine the pupils who shot a look at me
You would have knew they were shocked... erm', known they were shocked.
I've thrown in a lot of non-sequiturs for 'em to spot...
As keys in every door that is locked.

[Phalanx]

Yeah I find keys for every door that is locked
Like why Celph keep the beast dormant n boxed--
Instead of of stepping of the porch to the block?
You got the formula locked, so why not hit record n then rock
N go to war with the opps?
Settling for Cypher Alumni? Seems an unfortunate plot
For someone that who's always scored at the top when forming the shots.
I've seen your battles, every performance was hot--
So I'm tryna stir you up...cuz I think there's more in the pot
Should I stick a fork in the thought?
Or you feeling the pressure like a cork when it pop?

[Echelon]

I'm the evolution of sceince.. QUANTUM PHYSCIS worst nightmare//
I light flares. solve puzzles to impossible puzzles..//
Dog has a muzzle.. caught in the rubble//
FACE TO FACE.. like ''yall be in trouble''//
I'm nothing to fuck with .. something to breathe/breed
COMING up quick.. like incest.. suck as you succeed(SUCK THE SEED)//
Bugging as thieves// the jungle of leaves//
I'm taller than fucking trees// with the idea of psychics//
out shine the ultraviolets// shine like forensics//
Putting you in a box..// like BOXING!!

[Virbius]

Echelon! your writing’s straight savage in a way most others ain’t manage…
I heard one guy tried to read one of your posts and got brain damage.

Oh you’re a quantum physicist? Sorry, I mean, “QUANTUM PHYSCISIST”.
Sure. whatever you are, you’re not a lyricist.
If this was judged you’d get a shit score, no one would give you the win and they’d still snore..
Non-specific, quantum physics… coz your nils bore (/Nils Bohr).

I’ll leave the bone sticking out of your leg like a lamb shank.
You should probably hide your writing like Anne Frank.
You’re a QUANTUM PHYSCIST? is this some kind of damn prank?
These boards ain’t for your flaws… Max Planck.

“Dog’s got a muzzle”? so does a gun, and that’s to say
Either way bro gonna catch a stray.
If you ever had a bae…
Her name would definitely be Anna-Mae.

You said you’re “taller than trees”. (bonsai).
Oh, damn, guess I’m messing with the wrong guy,
You gonna stab me with oversized Japanese daggers and shit? sure you are. [insert long sai].
Unless you wanna find out what I’mma use this crowbar for, better not pry.

[Celph Taut]

Feel the chi powering when I walk by...
Get off of the plane, hit up the hostel, n' got high.
So much for resolutions, buzz is still floating above...
Ex feeling 'broken', using me as an emotional 'crutch'...
Guess it wasn't in the cards any more than she wants it to be...
Messages disappearing in real time as I'm fallen asleep
Can't work miracles, but I can sure as hell proclaim it so...
Atheist on their knees like, what the fuck are you praying for?
Nothing has been engaging, did everything to raise support
But you know my days are short...
Went on vacation, with a Rolex watch n' a change of shorts
De-aging, freedom of information is changing course
Yet, I guess you can say it's still on my brain, of course.
I mean, it never turns off.
Every word drop observed to disturb thoughts.
Psychedelic imagery, technicolor snot bubbles...
Sprayed into space, create interplanetary crop puzzles
Want to be a millionaire - who's making it happen?
Break a leg, I'm still trying to chase the reaction
Whether I'm sleep deprived... I can still reach my high
And make it the reality for me, inside.
So, since it's reality now? My dreams, subside.
There's a code of arms, but a moral compass that we oblige.
Temporal surfacing - I see the slides.
Every time I touch grass, the needle glides.
Look in my evil eyes, talking usurping a throne...
Bypass all logic, writing tribal cursive, in stone...
See to it I make a dynasty...
Watch history play out on a tribal's sleeve...
Here to outpace what the societal mind believes...
End up wasting countless hours on shit for the likes...
No value, however that time is gone now to pictures and swipes
Not the one to fight over a political difference of rights
Rather it be an umbrella, where each our separate interests, suffice.
How does that work?
Shopping off prescribed documents, to a bad clerk.

[Ion Metatron]

Audio Over Vocaroo: https://voca.ro/12v4u0cAoDsT

Bad clerks Can have Perks,
Thats the Mobb that'll turn on they Job, Flip, rob & Put the Last First!
I'll type a Keystyle but damn, that shit is MAAAD Hurt...
Trying make Bolds... Underlines & Caps Work....
I'd rather stabb Jerks, resort to knives, and Steal the bodies..
I should been born in 1945 so I could Chill wit Gotti..
Reveal Shotties & automatics when I go to war...
Cause I Eat MEAT & Beef; these faggots all Herbivores..
Shirk & turn me off like bitches on they Period
The Bloodly bloodclots, can't fuck or interfere wit it...
Duck or get spear within.. your upper respiratory...
I'm a vet who's gory, I Puncture both lungs you try to step before me!
Get introspective, Teach lessons So you can Know the Veteran
Like Blessings from Pastors right after you have a solo Session
Except I'm... Interjecting these words into your Soloplexus

[Celph Taut]

Drop a bar off the top to leave these hoes perplexed with...
They already know I'm reckless...
So, expect it's nothing but agony if they go against this.
Flow tremendous enough to overload the senses
Tell 'em to get the pyrotechnics ready for my entrance...
Rolling in that bitch like Rick Flair..
Raw dogging, yelling out, "WOOOO!!!" in your bitch ear...
While you sit there, cucking...
Jason Luv; tell her to face the rug.
Have her in a long embrace, but it ain't a hug.
Shoot it on her face because...she'll taste it up like
"Take that nut, n' don't waste it, you interracial slut.
The load goes passing her chin...
She uses her hand and swallows it up faster than Katja Kassin...
Rappers have been on a level I've already surpassed, so I'm in
Hit Em' Up mode, like Tupac, when I'm snatch up this pen...
FUCK Metro Booming...
Take the subway out; got the Metro, booming.
Don't pay the rent, n' still expect to move in.
Yeah, I'm as "shocked" as you are...
Yet, when you hear me snap? It's electrocution.
My techs are shooting like IT for their retribution...
Uh... who got their stripes in the game, I'll be swiping their chain...
Omni man the planet wit' one bar - there will be no life to sustain...
Shit is cuckoo, I might be insane.
I'm looking at their raps like, "would you like to explain?"










Yeah, too many people hyping the train...
Likely, my aim is harder than Homelander side-swiping a plane.
Drop the world on their head n' watch it crack into pieces.
The dogs come out off the rip, if I unfasten their leashes
Cats wanna a speak with a reverence but lack the uniqueness
necessary for them to accurately back up their thesis...

[Echelon]

I'm in a cypher smoking emcee's like a viper -- I'm a tiger light moth type
POP MICS -- STOP PLIGHT -- cock back pistons like it's my blood type
I'm the rhymthm MC -- the creator of science and mathmatics --
BATTLE RIDDICK with standard kick shit -- I'm unstopabble --
I'm gray matter inside karma -- kicking it like it's pregnant--
dead faggot -- i'm the zenobite pen dragon!

[Celph Taut]

Uh... not sure what that was about....
It isn't Halloween, but cats are masking their doubt..
Banging on the door, to be let back in the house...
Bitches want the fame, they sit their ass on the couch...
In front of a camera, self reflection's a bitch...
The barrel of a "gun" that is pressed to their lips...
Can't pay college tuition, feeling pressured to kiss..
Or get lectured, it's this dichotomy we fall into...
In search of a foundation, but I don't believe the architecture exists...
Writing novellas, breathing life into a raw soul...
I paint the portraits of tortured poets, then draw to a close...
And for all who oppose...
You can literally suck my balls through my clothes
I ain't apologizing to yall for my goals...
I'd rather be persecuted for my actions than fall on that sword...
Kids be green screening, trying to fool us to think they're balling on courts...
Shut it down before it hits its peak...
Fuck it raw and then flip the beat over politics - rinse, repeat.
Fuck units of measurements - I'm tired, n' ain't get a wince of sleep...
Not a lot of rappers on the roster going to this mystique.
Church's Chicken, vs Five Star Michelin joint - you getting the point?
I rap circles around their verses like, wow, it's personal, now.
When those curtains go down? I'm surgical...
Shit can go left quick, or go vertical.
Make an heir sick, word to vertigo.
Heard the flow deep... that's why I'm perching low.
Fuck half - assing. Assassin. I want to burn his soul.
Go from collection plates to correction, plate pressing in a prison, for life.
23 hour lock down, only 20 minute visiting rights.
And that's if your lucky.
Got the shit running like a nigga that's in Kentucky.
I'm a Good Guy, Doll - but this isn't Chucky.
I'm removing spirits, like a liquor employee...
Immortalized in the written my story for the kids that think they'll destroy me.
What's beef to a saute?
Haven't been religious, but I'm ready to crucify a sucker, if we 'cross' ways.
Cross blades, go across veins faster than a ball in lacrosse games
I'm "Action Bronson" tossing rappers, off-stage.
Uh, throw an intermission in this...
Kids tripping like Shockmaster, but not even Sid Vicious as this.
Flair like Rick, wit' the flick of the wrist...
Still kicking as if I'm Alex Pereira before UFC, if these kids wanna diss.
UH, then go turbo off the last boost.
Go outside and touch grass - flash in the pan turn you grass roots.

[Drakon]

Random Shit...

You & I Are Not In Cahoots, Continue Throwing Shots In Dispute...
Until I Walk In A Booth & Drop Shit To Leave You Rot'n In Poop..
When The Glock Is Use I'm Killing Everything Your Oxygen Has Got To Reduce...
I'm Canadian & My Punches Make You Feel Like You Fought With A Moose...
Not To Rebuke But Y'all Keep Saying The Same Shit Am I Talking To Groot?...
What's Your Mawkish & Stupid Mocking To My Rockets & Nukes??...
You're Nothing More Than A Cockroach Being Squashed Under Boot...
What You Thought Was A Snap From The Jaws Of A Croc Was Just Moot...
Actually, I Could Argue That It Was Just The Try Hard Chops Of A Newt...
I'll Murder You With The Basics, There's Really Not A Lot To Compute...
Hop In A Coupe & Floor It 'Til I Crash Into Your Spot With The Proof...
Watch It...I'll Mop You & Dip Your Pockets For The Profits & Loot...
I'm Toxic At Root So Why Would You Choose To Box With A Brute??..
"My Body Is An Instrument Of Death" So In A Fight I Would Win But Not With A Flute...

Mkay...

Twin Glocks Pop Into View, Firing, Ya Mans Sliding Then It's Flaring A Peer...
BOOM BOOM!! Shots Are Defining, I Air It Out So That Your Hearing Impairs...
What Is There To Be Scared Of You Don't Even Nearly Compare...
You're Just Here To Despair, You're ILL Prepared To Bear A Fear This Severe...
Why Box When I Got A Deuce Like Numericals Squared..
But Where's The Merit In Making You Bitches Scream Like A Spirited Cheer...
I'm Not Contestable, Just The Death Of You, Confess To The Lord...
Play Stupid Games & Win Stupid Prizes, Come Get This Reward...
With The Stretch Of A Sword The Blood Spills From Your Neck To The Floor...
Your Wreckage Is Scored As A Win For Me That's The Essence Of War...

Until Next Time...