Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

Rhyme words into intricate texting schemes
With basic intellect can intercept what the message means...
Blessed to be in a place, with the guarantee
redux history is being erased...
Up the hierarchy, bitches feeding me grapes.
Word, dial it back.
Shit is full circle, I'm getting 'a-round' to that...
Decades here now, n' still got the style intact...
1000 pounds, in fact, walk around cause the ground to crack...
Wild, watch the vowel impact every sound of thr crowds reaction
Break it down, to fractions. That's an order, fulfilled...
The concrete rose with no thorns to reveal
An apparition manifested from a sordid appeal...
The last air-bender, dog.
Intergalactic think-tank; rip the multi-gradient fenders, off.
On the 22's, like it's 10 o' clock.
Dope shit. I'm not gonna sit here and pretend it's not.
The pen's hot.
Numbers like a crashed Mclaren rental's got.
Sometimes braggadocious, other times introspective
Usually a mix of the two
Which means you actually never know what I'm fixing to do
Intermixing a few lines designed to align with their simpleton views
Banking on perceptions that 'change' when their interest 'accrues'
Crabs in a bucket...
Money hand over fist, just a tad over budget.
Mad at those with money in the bank, but don't actually touch it.
Say they're saving it for their retirement funds
Only for it to expire by the time that it comes
Nest egg, imploded. Suit and tie sleuths decide your life from there.
Back when you were quite prepared...
Naked truth. But homie, it is my right to 'bare'...
-- that concludes random tangent 1 --
Interspersing every message, with random puns.
Fastened their ashes inside ceramic drums
Open doors for those that wish to see reason
One punch knock you out of your Super Mario dream sequence
Constant reminder of failure - recovery, failure
Running out of your funds - no other money to ail' ya
I mean, you're out on the run, until somebody tails ya
N' you see a bunch of gorillas coming, like a Discovery trailer.
Nah, let the don, key...
"Is he who he says he is?" Well, probably...
If they're out here, serving out food for thought, with Beyond Meat.
Just so long as it calms beef.
Segue from that to this...
Irony, lines are non-binary, 'cuz the facts don't miss.
So apt to give you an ass to kiss.
Then cross back to it - that's a reference for the Catholics...
A masochist couldn't drop raps that are this blasphemous!!!
I won't apologize to you...
Words hurt. I'm only here to cauterize the wound.
All the lies assumed to be true. Presumably, you...
Best align yourself to those beliefs. So, you are using them, too.
Why are so you uptight, huh? Try and loosen the screw.
Before you persecute me for my musical views
The price you pay? Could be night and day...
Could be the difference between selling your rights, away.
Hard to see these heights, like a flight delay.
Till you find yourself apart of the light display
Despite the way you fight to keep the parasites, at bay.
They keep coming. Don't think they're listening clearly
Too busy being clouded by the revisionist theory
Prized possessions, reprised, as lessons.
Clear my mind and maximize the blessings.
Faint cries that echo from my obsessions
The quantum orchestra, synthesizing in live progressions
Defy impressions defined by the rise of their suicide confessions...

[Homicidal]

Vernacular presence, spectacular essence, the mack's pearlescent
mastered the method, dish humility while lame's passive aggressive
I said it's nice-art imitates life is the impression I suppose
so my obsession with the ho's misdirection with they clothes
leads to scattered undergarments passionately thrown
but what she doesn't know is it's actually her home
for underneath this floorboard a practice is condoned
surpasses thee unkown-syke i'm lying..
for ain't shit new-though we finish and she's asking for her phone
I answered wit a handful of a known odor and she's ethered
wake up chained up.. kids today writing this shit
end up on FBI lists, he wants to kidnap bitches
can't you tell it's all in his writtens
these chicks he's calling them kittens
next sentence starts mauling them senseless
who's at fault in these instances?
either way get off of the premises
.. how they'd honestly end up probably ending it
weird shit but yo it's 2024

[Celph Taut]

Word, I'm just here to rap...
Nah I'm lying, that new chain of yours... where it at? (run it)
N' do the earrings match? (do it?)
Weirdo's act like I ain't Debo around here - relax...
Sitting back in their chair, chilling, until all of their gear, gets snatched...
Now, go cry in the car. Take that. Take that.



Pussy ass nigga - I'll catch yo' ass on the Way Back.
Uh. This ain't a time machine.
They never seen lines this mean.
They'd rather give you some rhyming schemes, then try to sprinkle some lies, between.
Oh, oh. Now, you cooking, huh? Wait -- Chef Curry?
Forget fury. My text, hurried together, still make the vets, worry.
Dig dirt up on me, then you get buried.
I need this to rhyme, so, um.... Ceme--TURRY. (there.)
No... cemetery. I walk around with the heads I carry
Like the new version of Kratos...
My run on here, has been legendary.
I haven't been running, though. More like I'm casually walking...
With this battery in my back, I can't imagine me stopping.
I just naturally waltz in.
It's actually insulting extracting their top ten
after I popped in, one rap reset them back to their factory option...
Yeah... BEEP-BOOP. BEEP-BOOP.
That's the sound of a reboot.
There's not enough ice water baths in the world for 'em to recoup.
But yo, it's '24...
Why are they still trying to put the key through a crooked door?
I was kicking ass until my foot, was sore.
Gave her 12 inches
She said, "That's EXACTLY what I'm looking for"
Nothing was out of place, but you knew that something's a-FOOT, for sure.
Eh yo, run that back. Give me a record scratch.
Come on, you didn't know what was going on in those message gaps?
You should've done a better job when you checked her apps
We performed all kinds of sexual acts
You would know, if you checked her past...cuz of her checkered past.
I'm playing chess in a checker match.
They expecting that high volume flow for these low-effort cats
Uh, Trump on his second assassination attempt...
Mischaracterization to try and place that blame, on the Dems..
Nah, let me not. Let me a chill a bit.
I'm still legit killing shit. Ill as it will permit.
Feeling if, nah, shut the fuck up.
If you were never down, how would you know what's up?
You wouldn't. So, put a cork in it.
Then twist that cork until you hear a pop.
It'd be loud, but not if you ear was clogged.
Old Man yelling at a cloud, raps...
Indebted to my, "Why the fuck are you still around?" tax.
Taxes, am I right?
Wouldn't want to make the mistake of paying you twice.
Shit is a medieval, hitting up online merchants for 'sage' advice...
BUY NOW! So you can lock in this AMAZING price.
Garnish your wage, n' they wonder why all these places, strike.
You want to save ME money? Take a hike.
I maybe 38, but, like...
you ain't gon' take advantage, because my mama raised me right...
Play the fool, end up playing yourself.
Get info now, or spend your lifetime waiting, for help.
Freedom of information, yet everybody is still dumb.
How you gonna live, with no foundation to build from?
Man, I'll slap drool...
from these uneducated rap fools...
The message may be Draconian, but you know cash, rules.
Simply follow the cash rules.
Or end up going 'nuts' not knowing your cash use. (cashews)

[Celph Taut]

So much raps, you don't know where the hell they are coming from.
Book of raps, looking taxed. Kids looking pressed.
Straight as an arrow, with this crookedness.
Look, it just keeps flowing; I'm hooking fish.
What? They getting these rooks from Wish?
Instead of saying you're the chef - chef - just COOK THE DISH!
Ugh. Let it be known.
My mind is its own person - I am never alone.
Jekyll and Hyde, that shit is embedded, in stone.
Speaking of stone... I'm wishing to throw mine, but, to each of their own.
One step for man, and a giant leap for the throne.
I said that weak shit? We don't condone.
Given my history, I will never be an unknown.
Nomad lifestyle, with the freedom to roam
Slice both my wrists, and the result will be me bleeding, in poem.
Or is that too astute?
Too many pages from this forum that you can use as truth
Wouldn't be a concern if I had the people to prove this to
Music you play on LO-FI, for its lucid view
Plane to sea I fly first class on the acoustic hues
My life is far from razor edge, more like the edge of a razor...
Sometimes, I pay a price that's more than my mental could wager
Not sure what I'm responsible for, aside from this human sack of flesh
If life is a giant lesson... did I pass the test?
Forget metaphors, speak reality to you...
So much so, you'd think I possess the power of voodoo..
Ah, mortality. I tell ya, it's a fickle thing.
I don't think many people are ready for what it will bring.
One moment, you can be youthful...
The next, you're floating over your own body... at your funeral.
Guess that's too dark... anchor's off of the boat...
And, if I'm being honest, I wouldn't want it to float...
Leave a beautiful corpse inside of a bottomless moat..
Taking your last breath, as endless water is clogging your throat..
Type... type... then keep typing.
Same old story, rehashed... yet, I keep writing.
What's there to grasp? Seriously, who's the crazy one?
When we're parroting where we get centralized information from
Sources missing, citing uhm... that one guy
that said that one thing, one time. I mean ---
They seemed reasonable as they said it...
Can't imagine that kind of fact checking is aptly pathetic.
Even more so thinking back on it, after I read it.