Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

Word, that's the essence of war...
A long way from writing idle threats on messaging boards...
Now it's about pressing record...
They never felt this pressure before, I guess they ignored...
However, they'll remember real fast once the exit the door...
I was blessed with a more or less perspective, to score...
More or less moralless, with a dexterous core...
I pull this pen out, n' these messages form...
Self reflection-reform, these texts are as if you have stepped in a storm...
Uh. dropping lessons while the rest of them mourn...
The architects of the forums stretching out every lecture before 'em.
Yeah, I've been reading the news...
They fired up, but who is feeding the fuse?
Please tell us, because we are confused.
Faint echos of drowned out melodies leaving the rooms...
Listening to elected officials that we didn't choose.
Where do your allegiances lie?
I'd probably say on a display...
Speak about foreign policies you wanna dissuade?
Whatever comes to light, is gonna fall in the shade...
I mean, where do your morals go when you're not getting paid?
Often amazed by the dichotomy n' obvious sayings
Between commonality from the reality you got, in exchange...
Oh, not exactly the feature, then?
If we die, then we ascend... treating it like an easy end.
Out in the cold, but it will probably freeze by then.
You realize that it's far deeper than anything we can pen...
That winner circle? Is Paradoxical. There is lots to go...
Possible it's gone, just as soon as you cross the road...
Many obstacles got to watch for, so you have lost control...
Oscillating between how your thoughts will hold the subconscious load...
Woke minded, but sleep deprived...
See flashes of the Luxor Beam, as it meets your eye.
An affirmation of all of the secrets that you keep inside...
Full of rage now when you used to be a peaceful guy...
Bring that humanity out of you, so it can be alive...
Feel the flow of the conduit navigating uneven tides...
Say you haven't felt this way in a while - you'd be surprised.
The spirit dies, when the mind accepts that it lost.
Giving up on everything, not knowing the death that it caused.
Fuck it, I might as well live it, n' reap
the consequences as they come to me. Maybe then, it can humble me.
Perhaps, if my worlds collide? And I can no longer tell fact from fiction?
I'll live what comes next from the ashes n' never ask permission.

[Bag Mandela]

I once asked permission, bad decision, cataclysm, long story short I spent Xmas with my Dad in prison, as part of a nativity group I was acting with em, a white guy wearing polish playing a black magician, I'm not an active villain,
Although sometimes I run red lights for the buzz while I'm driving a bus cuz risking innocent lives is a rush, over time it's become more mild as it does so acquiring a license to fly is a must. I'll nosedive decline spiral n crush the entirety of the wings lining to dust in plight of the push to give my neurochemical synthesizers a thrust,
Minds cooked but never stops, mental box,
It's intellectual wilder vs zelenoff I'll spill ya brains on ya shoes for acting clever clogs,

[Celph Taut]

Write whatever comes to my head inside of these letter logs
On high beams to navigate my perpetual mental fogs
Zelenoff was better off fighting jobs in the gym, than mobbing on him...
If he ditched the fight that day n' just SAID he beat him, he would have gotten the win!
Anyway, I'm sure he wouldn't box him again,
Especially when he's allowing guys named "Zhang" to give him shots to the chin.
Wait -- shots to the 'Chin - that's not a racist joke.
I hope you didn't take that the 'Wong way - that's for the Asian folk!
Bag's still carrying eggs on spoons, while I be breaking yolk
Across the heads of every leprosy patient, taking notes...
Break my mental chains from addiction; feel like a slave, to Coke.
However, I'm saying I'll never be Cotton any Plantation boats...
Wait -- that's a canoe. It's already on the lake now - what did you fasten it to?
Mastered the art of rapping through my ancestral African views
Emulating Frank Zappa jazz on handcrafted kazoos
As a counterculture protest to how they've manufactured their blues..
Wait -- I'm tripping... Live, from the echo chamber...
Keep everybody out of my radius, except a stranger.
The method ranger... break the 4th wall on the record player
Old souls, poking holes through the proverbial respirator
You can breathe through it, right?
No more than the black holes proceeding the light...
Drive any further towards it n' get your vehicle swiped.
Even despite all the hatred, they read it and type...
Hungry for the same belonging as the souls feeding the site.

[Bag Mandela]

Site feeder, whole sliced pizza,
I get "Daaaam!"s bigger than a goat-sized beaver,
Don't like flows that I wrote I'll leave ya,
Shook like an epileptic strobe light seizure,
No lie geezer, far be from it,
Rack 14 lines that's a party sonnet,
Bags on the rise cuz they can't sleep on it,
Opponents looking lost like, car keys, wallet,
Honest, your family all live in basements,
That don't have cavity wall insulation,
I keep a vac in the car, know what helped me decide?
Being incredibly kind I gave a leper a ride,
Should've seen how much skin he shed on the drive,
it could've literally filled the shed on my drive

[Virbius]

Bro, you said something ‘bout a leper who shed skin.
You got tattoos of your shed, you’ve got shed skin.
Your dad’s dead in my shed. In my shed’s kin.
Shut up.
I don’t care about your shed, blud.
I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but can shed blood.
You’d sit in your shed and cry about it, you’d shed tears,
Coz my shed’s an S and yours is an F. shed tiers.

Ay, keep Getting Better, Let’s Go. I’m Going For Gold as the best felon,
So many sheds for hiding the bodies, it’s shed heaven, I’ll leave this Brit-popped somewhere in Shed Seven.

I’ll film you drowning in a tub in my shed and then call the feds,
The footage’ll only be suitable for mature viewers. past the watershed.

[Chree]

Fighting me is like fighting Chewbacca, with murackas swinging em around like nunchaku so take a whiff through two nostrils.
I straight halt your drive like a huge pothole.
I listen to hit em up and who shot ya.
With more keys than derek zoolanders Mugatu.
So too all these cool monsters in new costumes.
I'm chopping ya down at your root posture.
So take what's deep seeded in your thoughts and hope something new blossoms.

[Bag Mandela]

Turning seeds into blossom, its my passion, why?
I'm the germinator, a robot sent back in time to keep plants alive,
I grow flowers incredibly,
Build aquaponics kits readily,
Pots everywhere like californian dispensaries,
I've had funny looks, now an awkward memory,
Of being overheard saying "I touch orchids tenderly",
Give me a vine to rear I'm a pioneer,
I know when to plant what at which time of year,
Trowels, pitch forks, all types of gear,
I got soil in my genes like diarrhoea