Keystyle Cypher!

[Bag Mandela]

I'm not as sure, life's a beach but I'm not ashore,
Time sailed by on me but I shot an oar,
I keep a perfect joke in my bottom drawer,
Have you heard this one before?
If you answer without laughing you'll be the first mate,
What does a man with a stutter say to you on ya birthday?
Ha-ha-ha-
It's all jokes n games until I reach for a loaded guage n blow ya brains all over the backseats of a stolen range,
Seats stained, soaked then watch,
As we pull on to the hard shoulder, stop,
Kick em out the out the whip with a makeover, what?
Cuz their clothes went from monotone to polkadot,
I hold a Glock summat like a fashion designer slash mechanic & driver remapping attire,
Their ambitions like making "when we get out" plans with a lifer,
I don't sell dreams, I'm not a fantasist either,
Paint pictures, put in graft as a writer,
Caught bullets in my teeth n played catch with the sniper,
Strike major chords, they just fall flat n it's minor,
Some are obsessed with multisyllabic stackin in ciphers,
I can take it or leave it,
Maybe that's a lie or maybe I mean it,
Without a doubt I doubt everything from maybes to mean-its so when I say maybe I mean it,
If you read this n steal it cuz the flows berzerk,
Everybody's gonna know who really wrote the work,
So when you're left with a bill n haven't sold ya merch,
It's cuz you stole my rhymes & I stole em first

[Celph Taut]

They look at me, say I'm "old as dirt"... I say, No wonder your wife is 'digging me'.
Quagmire face: giggity.
Yeah, I've been doing this since the days that Jay was called Jigga, B.
Shackled to the game, they ain't letting a nigga leave!
...OK. Then we gon' have a Mandingo fight. Thinking life's incandescent, it's only right that I bring it light.
But trust me, this isn't 'light work'. Tell Nikola Telsa...
My head's above water, while most people here? Would sink, under-pressure.
The ink, I would measure the distance been the veracity, and...
when it is linked to a scheme. So, normally when you see a bar set up?
It's already synced, in-between.
Flashbacks of Abraham Lincoln, believing in the abolishment of slavery...
Now, there's institutional ways to get what they're needing.
Passing fire since the pacifier. The pessimist's only cooking a passive fire.
Driving on his ambition, with flattened tires...
EMT's go to check the pulse of the crash survivors.
Moment of impact? Trying to avoid those trash one-liners.
Wasn't successful, they can't let go... need a middle man,
put the verses in escrow.
Or, usher new life, I'm watching 'em just grow.
No Man's Sky... take the property, I'd rather watch the whole land die.... then give em a piece.
They can't get rid of the beast...it's a daunting task.
Looking through the office glass, rocking a Jabbawockee mask.
Word... so much for identifying the perp.
Can't kill The Immortal - he'll just survive, in the hearse.
The second time, he dispersed to fight Omni Man
Then was left to die, while Damien Darkblood could have testified, on him first.
Perplexing. Not as perplexing as this pen in the hand...
Catch two doses a day, guess they say I'm the Medicine man.
I heard menacing and upped the voltage. It can't be shocking...
To say the least. Walk with the head, in hand, and parade the streets.

[Bag Mandela]

Parading the streets but it's never gay pride,
I'm all for equality so I drop a set of straight lines,
I was gonna write 2 'l's or 'I's in a row as some kind of a joke but then I realised it's as funny as dying alone,
I'-I'll- drop a couple of hyphens in though,
Make more than enough points, watertight with the flow,
Their_gaps_have_got_them_under_score_like_typing_i n_code,
Life as a whole seems like a lot of messing about,
Dudes act like bitches, trans actions, checking accounts, tell em to bounce,
They're on the playing field just for that extra amount,
But I got an RPG that'll level it out,
Propellin a round, turning em flat,
Propellers aren't round I'm pretty certain they're flat,
You'd think arguing with myself is stupid, worthless at that,
But it's normal, it's your make up as a person in fact,
2 lines of infantry fire shots in an internal attack,
he'll-lick-a-lot, he'll-lick-a-lot, then they're circlin back
6/10, interesting scheme but doesn't work if it's rapped

[Celph Taut]

Howling at the moon, I gotta thank Thirstin for that...
If it wasn't for that eloquence, I wouldn't have kept my cursive, intact.
Speaking of cursive, it's a precursor when I curse in a rap...
Dehydrated from the drought, but it still makes up for the thirst that they lack.
Now, drought's a funny word (Not really), yet some can observe
There is a dry spell, so I go back to the well when I punish these words.
Waterboarding, if you will... let's see if some of them surf...
Surfing the web, with a needle, waiting for the dot com bubble, to burst.
That was at the turn of the millennium. Really, um, just
a young cheeky lad, like William observing Harry, when...
He wore that Nazi uniform for Halloween. Now, there began...
A rift between the two, but not like the rift when I bare this pen...
The anatomy of the work, it feels naked...
Strip it down to the molecular level, see if it still basic.
It's on the tip of the tongue, my son, they can still taste it...
Using academia to take hip hop clout, to surreal places.
Ask if it's working, at all. Nothing personal, dog.
But I cut through the bone, like Doctor Gordon, with a circular saw.
They don't know what A Quiet Place is, until these verses come off....
Working with bars on a more personal level, than an attorney of law...
Causing a paradigm shift between what they believed to be tangible...
As they scramble for a meaning, needing ammo, though.
Choke the game with a Rambo hold... decked out in the bushes, rocking a camo-coat.
Feeling sick of the anecdotal fake gurus, pushing their channels, so...
I'm watching the real, talk on appeal. Often, they feel it's necessary to rock...
a coat of armor, in case their karma is what's blocking their shield.
Went from banking on making bank, to filling up my pockets, with yield.
If business is in the cards? All hands on deck, until I got me the deal...
Word.. David Blane with the sleight of hand...
Technology started the movement, but what it propelled, is the rise of man.
Creating a disproportionate landscape for people who do
the bare minimum, and the billionaires, that are reaching the moon.
Only we can assume what's taking place, basically, is a race
to reach space. You see, they only got their egos, to prove.

[Celph Taut]

Uh, and they railroaded Bill Cosby.
But these skills? Still godly. Look where these placebo Limitless pills got me.
Nowhere. I'm just trying to chill.
While they're eyeing the shield. Hiding behind the lies I've been constantly trying to reveal.
The mind is concealed inside of some kind of giant, for real.
Going back to the same predictions that the Mayans instilled.
Some kind of science, fulfilling prophecies behind the theory of design, so they feel
A lot better buying into that kind of a thrill.
However, I'm not sold. All those "Young" names they had? It got old.
But here I am, standing colossal. Over their idols.
Rock left to do Hollywood, but he's still holding the title. There's a duality you have to know...
So that you can own your survival.
use that motivation as a method of folding your rivals. The rat-race of life,
where the cheese is constantly over your eye-holes.
It's a mirror, broken. The fear, awoken.
He's still catching his breath. Feeling special, and yet, he'll try...
If any effort is left.
The secular rep of society is perpetual, 'cept...
There isn't always a black and white answer... tippy-toeing over your problems... -still.
Homey's not as chill... if they wanna dine.
Get your reservations, while you are waiting in line. This is the framework that my future had no way to define.
They talking about the simple math.
Fuck the reality, how it be has taken a different path.
And really, any interest that was garnered before... is harbored in such a way
it got the Harvard allure... Breonna Taylor was murdered, as plain clothes cops decided to barge in her door.
They say since she was a black, it was an act of karma, for sure.
As messed up as that reality is, those powers exist.
It's the struggle between, tightening up your buckle and feeding into the government's greed.
Ain't no discovery, see it up I got the weed plates...
Crack's no longer the drug of choice, junkie's out here who free-base...
On social media feed-states... to the degree, they...
Fiend-in a fix... you say culture appropriation don't seem to exist...
However, it's subtle... looking for a new way of life, now you're in trouble.
Pulling your thwarted perception out of the rubble...
Hear the pop? That's the sound of the bubble... and it's quick, it happens before
you can actually form your round, to rebuttal.
They say death waits for no man... it's the price it claims...
Once it's over, the driver will need a license change...
I am no Doctor, but I always knew, life? is Strange.
Lived a small part not knowing much, and much more of it, fighting pains.
Word... that's a tall order.
When y'all older... figure the shit's a game, make sure you don't fall for it...
Or you'll be tripping till the day that you die.
Ironically brain dead in an effort of staying alive.

[Bag Mandela]

Crazy on mic, when we go in booths,
Ah- Ah- Ah- Ah- staying a- we be Gs on a tune,
The crowd better react like they're paying heros their dues,
You know how people kill eachother cos of a bitch? I won't speak over boos,
I ditched the peacoat and shoes, pants, socks n the drawers,
had em shocked n appalled, carrying a ghetto blaster, wearing nothing but a lanyard saying "Doctor on call",
Playing TLC - No Scrubs on the hospital ward,
Actin like I've never heard the word "sorry" before,
You haven't known horror at all until the woman you were flashing in traffic slams your cock in the door and puts her sock to the floor,
I say sock cuz they take off their shoes at the wheel,
Which makes me wonder about the consumer appeal of a line of women's footwear with a removable heel,
Always an unusual feel when these scripts are written,
Tell extra-vert rappers, you know, punch in-a-bitch-in,
And they can catch a hook like fishin, I know that's super stupid,
I'm just saying I'm real, 2 real, I like to move it move it

[Celph Taut]

Word, and move it they shall...
Move through a crowd like Blackwater. There's too many clowns... wishing to get the seat from me.
Well, not to be deep, but thee' only way they can do that?
Is finding opposition, or competition, I'll lose at.
Nah. Not a fatal oppressor.
Out of the shower smell, the say that I'm fresher. Catholic ties on the watch hands,
I'm just passing the time, the way that I bless 'em.
"Let me make a suggestion..." No, you cannot.
You'll bottom out, 'fore you can go to the top.
High definition. 16:9, ain't gonna show you the crop. The big wheels on the 6'4's look like Tonka's once they roll, on the block.
But this ain't a game of Tetris. I want the rings, like Mandarin, so, what you saying, Precious?
Hitting 'em slots, like a Vegas guess list.
Doin things backwards, chefs fillet the bread sticks, and garnish the dough.
Sacrificial lamb to the game, but that's something that these martyrs don't know...
Keep my company small, however, my opportunities are starting to grow...
From investments and real estates... shit, it's hard to go broke.
Slap the crooked face straight, tell 'em his life is over.
Drunken master that will fight you sober. Strike like a Cobra Kai composer.
I wasn't watching that show, but I know it's on stream...
Fast 5, I roll with the team.
You see the insignia - you SHOULD KNOW THE REGIME.
And if they don't? Then I mean, I told 'em to Be Cool... John Travolta,
I palm the toaster, and squeeze two. Superman, with Christopher Reeves view...
Planting new life, yet, what do these seeds do?
Other than waste my time. And that was basic line. Tell Optimus that he's facing Prime.
Like Amazon, you see the adjacent sign.
Stomping out grapes, inside of a giant bowl, 'till I make 'em wine.
Like J Lo, back when she was on A Living Color.
I'm kidding, brother. The writtens is what I've been giving suckers.
And in return? I've been getting a no-return address.
Been the opposition around, ever since I had learned to text.
Observe the bench once its on, beyond what they serving next...
It's ill... celestial being, head on fire - give you that Pepsi feel.
I ain't an actor or nothing, but, let's be reel...
I watch a lot of movies, as much as the next man, but I keep my best, concealed.
Inspector Gadget, with Penny, on the tech-arm.
Any modern commodity that they can catch-wreck on...
And I reck-KON that it ain't over, yet.
They heard the scythe dragging 'cross the floor - man, they know it's death.
Skull-face emoji, give you a bonus text. Exposing bones and flesh
The crypt-keeper of treasure, got Davey Jones, impressed.
With a series a features; that episodic flex!
Flex wanna drop bombs, Clue ain't relevant, any more.
So when opportunity comes knocking, they know it's on many doors.
Dropping that fresh rice... should be the frontrunner, of the Uncle Ben awards...
Proper keys, this is the Fanchen's remorse.
He played the "Rush E", perfectly. Villainy, classic.
The other guy he harped on was alright, yet, he still couldn't match it.
Dinosaur momentum here, man. The will is Jurassic.
Building the passion necessary to fulfill the synapses.

[Celph Taut]

Dropping gems, every day, for those willing to grasp it...
Burn the empire to the ground, then, build from the ashes...
Another dying day. Dame Dash went and fought the case
for what it's worth, won, then looked in the eye of Jay.
They say a hidden dick anywhere is The Crying Game
Thinking out of the box, there's no way of keeping our mind restrained.
Words are nothing, but puzzle pieces. Discover features...
You never knew, reimagine its outlook n' become a better you.
Paid on time with the check, whenever the rent was due
Then used whatever was left of that money so that I could get some food.
Even if it had meant to do without, to provide shelter for
My family. Neighbors are just as poor.
See nothing, but dust whenever a sibling opens the cupboard drawers...
Rubbing our frigid hands, close to the open oven doors
And that's word to the low hanging fruit...
Eyes are nothing but sunken holes... exposed rib cage, over protruding stomach rolls.
Mom made sure to take care of me, though.
4 kids, braiding hair. She made it clear, while wiping away of face of tears.
A single mother, living in an apartment.
Still, buying us gifts. While working two jobs, a survivalist, which...
was inside of her. Ain't realize it, but now, as an adult....
I better understand the struggles she went through, and the results
Feel I'm a testament of generational wealth, giving through knowledge...
Gave me the tools necessary to make money and get into college.
Started paying bills, as soon as I had the dollars to...
Told me if I was to go get it, I better follow through.
For all they knew, I was the alcoholic,-brew off of getting down
to the empty bottle, then waking up on the lawn, for true.
Lampshade on my head, with a disheveled posture...
Bloodshot eyes, bigger than flying saucers.
Even then it was me, or them. An outsider before 'Digga and 'Won...
Told me if I were to branch out? Stick to my guns
And don't shoot, unless triggered. But it's best to holster yourself.
Give them a show, something those folks never felt.
They can say it's a hoax, if they wish. Supposedly this...
Is Frozen: Live theatre. Meaning? That nothing more colder, exists.
Sticking my fingers through that rotary phone, with a list...
of names in exchange for 'em to pitch something compelling...
Or the road that they switched to will be more like a tow, in a ditch.
I'm over it, this is like extracting light from a solar eclipse...
The supernova, adrift the cosmos... my thoughts so...
parabolic, it's like a solace for the lost souls...
They said a Catholic wouldn't wanna be on these 'cross'-roads...
The Vatican, splashing sheep blood all over his cloth-robes...
As he looks, in disgust. Placing all his faith in the books that you trust...
Fallen, hoping that symbolic cushions enough... to soften the blow...
Have all the confidence in the world that you can talk on it, though.
Speaking on the allegories of prophets, below any concrete evidence...
using logical prose to draw conclusions, until every opposing wall, is exposed...
Word... talk on the Mayans... they often confuse the logic
between the doctrine, and science. Going to the clergy, to offer their guidance.
In the ocular, I is the one that will walk among giants...
In your echo chamber, your version is sounding awfully bias...

[Bag Mandela]

It'll seem awfully bias when they bring out the informants with wires & I'm still stood calling em liars,
super cantankerous, make a pleb of myself,
but I love to stir it up, real petty LeBelle,
Somebody somewhere is getting a shell,
I got the gun bar formula, not like its hard to know,
you just need a cool sound, music reference & the bars a go,
Check - New strap, it goes "T - Pau!" when I spark the chrome,
Big hits when it sing, there goes your heart and soul,
Because T Pau sung 'heart and soul', a song I've never heard,
But the band & track name are a set of words
which are easy to use to pen a verse
expressing the fashion in which I let it burst,
Exotherm,
I rate the complex approach & all the extra work,
so I give credit to dudes like Celph cuz the respects deserved,
But I'll never grow out of putting bad jokes to offend em first, like
Your mum's a hill billy with jaundice, it doesn't get much worse,
she's yellow and inbred, they call her lemon curd,
I can't give a girl everything, my dick grows quite large,
You're good with 3-to-4 inches, you can go the whole nine yards,
On a real,
I split up with my ex cuz I couldn't go HAM up in her tight hole,
But she was nice, so I paid for a pilot who then sky wrote;
"Happy Birthday, your vagina's too small, it's over" in white smoke,
She did not appreciate me trying to end it on a high note

[Celph Taut]

Word, and I'm a treat bitches like an inside joke.....
Doctor on call, dress her tonsils out in a white coat...
Took flight, Nickname: aviation, or Frank Abagnale
MMC: After they stepped, n' got left on the maggot trail.
Tailoring caskets are pointless, when your catching bodies
on such a scale, that they have to adjust to touching that rusted nail.
- repeatedly. It seems to me I will never get tired of this
I fire 'em shits at random Black Widows, n' still... I wouldn't 'miss'.
Will never retire, now that's a dirty word.
Slowed down, right after my 33rd. Reinvented the wheel,
to see how it'd feel, going over that learners curve.
Which created the curriculum - that's really all that you nerds, deserve.
I'm turning a page. Exercising dexterity.
Each set, deciding my clarity. This, right here, is a rare physique.
They feed in delusions, but never get full.
The Matador - I was expecting the bull. So, I'm going higher...
The executive's lull... got me chilling like true gods.
See, the façade? Is easy, assuage their fears, then reinforce 'em - like Luke Hobbs.
Kicking ass and taking names, it feels like two jobs
For me, it's more like a habit, I take this forum to new odds.
Who wanna blackball and ostracize? Hide under your blanket with a flashlight
... all you want, to avoid the look of the monster's eyes.
They act up, find you privately, then apologize.
I don't kneed dough, but for that bread? I'll fire up, n' watch the dollars rise.
Never rocked Hollister. But had me the American Eagle...
Will die on the same hill Adolf did to instill fear in the people
I know that's a sensitive topic, but bear with me...
what I'm mentioning off it, is although I'm not a fan... sometimes...
- this pencil, dislodges. And words come out that facilitate my mental subconscious.
You form your opinion before you ever get to its context, then demonize.
... my actions, using controversy as a point of reference...
And isolate it, while you completely avoid the sentence.
Well, that's cool. I still got a joyous presence.
Shared by the majority, and I use it, just to annoy you peasants.
Ugh. Talk about pulling the rug...
If you don't accept me with open arms, then you give these bullets, a hug.
As shell casings, drop. What do you make of Taut?
If you have an opinion, you can leave it, in the donation box.
Far from materialistic, and worshipping my bracelet rocks
Rather decipher the matrix, then be flustered over a Jacob watch...
Sitting on vacation, hot, somewhere, in the Jamaican spots
Lying down, being fed grapes, surrounded by naked thots
If their word is the gospel, then it must be according to Judas...
Bored, so I do this for you to use this as some sort of amusement...
Have to be careful what you say when you're in a position
to underscore the influence necessary to open doors, for the students...
Cypher Alumni has long been my Modus Operandi
They still can't believe it was orchestrated by one guy.
It makes no difference, the movement is just getting started...
I'm Hawkeye - seeing my targets.
They feel squeamish, but still read it, regardless.
Hanging off of every word - they're in need of a harness.
Excavating a reality that they've repeatedly tarnished...
Brush the remnants off the fossils, with a fine-tooth comb...
Escaping black slavery's the only history I condone.
But maybe that's close minded and I should accept it, since...
every moving part contributed to the abolition decree...
Blacked out, seeing half-lucid visions of me
Speaking out at a rally, desecrating their symbolisms of greed...
I'm far from an activist, so every bar that I rap, in which
I address political topics, has been on my conscience.
Treat each structure like written ebonics, directed at
the kids in the projects to shed light on the grim economics
affecting 'em. All that other noise, intercepted them.
Interject on the message, come to realize who to expect it from...
Finger over the button, bring the entire world into DEFCON-1
I don't care for familiar...
Truth is my oxygen, pollute the air that is filling up.
See if your booth will be still enough to stop what is coming...
Wondering how the population ever got to the summit...
If there wasn't so many whales, so many stocks wouldn't plummet...
But if it wasn't for the whales, most of you couldn't stomach it.
Got you pondering if it was legit... said buying GME
And shorting the hedge investors is finally crossed off his bucket list.
He went to sleep knowing he was a pioneer, and stared into the eyes
of the centralized empire before acquiring his lion share.

[Celph Taut]

I am here, in this cypher, applying fear.
With sky notes, translated as missiles, whizzed by a pilot's ear.
I got the head of my enemies, on the front porch...
If we're talking symbolisms, my 'body of work'...
Is all over a chump's corpse. With the impact of Arslanbek's punch-force
Shit, I got a style Quasimodo has a hunch for.
I'm on the board, and there's no question that it's been a while.
Finna' sound crazy, but lately, I'm here to wake up your inner child.
Reckoning - Kramer v Kramer.
They're talking about a hit, but won't get onto it, until later.
Which, I mean, has always been cool with me.
I dropped out of class a long time ago, but you can schooled for free.
Come like the cable provider, fuck your ass up, sometime between noon and 3.
Drowning you, underwater. I am never giving you fools reprieve.
The sound of the opening ding couldn't have been more muffled...
Sickle on the blade won't just 'cut' you...
It will do a 360, inside of your arteries, and then pull your guts through..
The suffering won't be overcome.
If there's so many dope rappers that's out today, homie, show me one.
It doesn't take a Genius for me to know their dumb.
I'm just waiting on Royce to hit Mickey Factz and Lupe with a diss.
Because there's nowhere to go and run.
It's the equivalent of saying you quit after they try to pass you a loaded gun.
Not only is he built for this, but it's right up his lane.
You got two cats dissing you - why don't you fire the same?
He got on IG live, and tried to complain. Saying Slaughterhouse...
Didn't step in, and help him out, when you were the one that started the rift...
Now it's, "Woe it's me". But, enough about that.
I'd rather flash forward my opposition, and snuff out a couple of rats.
Or Tekashi's. That's the new synonym.
A bigger rat than Splinter, the flashing sign's saying, "Finish him".
The shit's a grim. I knock it off the net, like I was in Wimbledon.
I'm Barry Allen, however, I won't slow it down for you simpleton's.
My prime directive is crime detective: old school.
Got a habit of being avid, in keying. Tell MindFreak, "This is the magic you're needing".
Worst case scenario, they maybe read the opening lines.
That's why it comes with a hook, like the fisherman you were rowing beside.
Fly motherfucker, I mean, Boeing aside...
I must have Kenny's genes, cause they always try to kill me, but, I don't even die.
Ben Shapiro's fast wit, next to an asterisk.
Plus some stupid rapping shit to interplanetary travel with.
A key, is more like words I'm playing mental Scrabble with.
Break it down in a pool of my thoughts, then use the lower half to paddle with.
F5, refresh, refresh... you sunk my Battleship!!
Who has the deer in the headlights look when they're onto a game?
Let me rephrase, who here gets that rush when someone's calling their name...
Just to be unplugged, and realize that it was all in their brain?
All you living by your Falsehoods, step to the right.
You hear your message, despite your own reservations...
That you expect in the light, only for it to shine and be too strong to manage.
Who has the mod mechanics? Who's trying to rob Atlantis?
Oh, feeling uncomfortable. Under robes.
In the dead of winter, wearing your summer clothes.
So many gatekeepers. It's a problem we can't ignore when you're enduring
the brunt of your plight. And they make you run for your life.
I got problems. I shoulder it, the weight of the world...
In stand still. It doesn't make sense if it ain't gonna twirl...
My mantra is being content. If I don't got it? I strive for it.
That's my pride and joy. If I have it? I'll die for it.
True to the core. How the hell do you expect to be different if you are the norm?
If they gave you orders, then you would conform.
See me, this dude wasn't born with a silver spoon, hanging agape.
Rather be the anti hero in my own story, then for them to hand me a cape
And be a part of the status quo. You fall to pressure?
It's over. Keep drinking the Kool-Aid, hoping to be woke.
My pockets were empty, until I did the unthinkable.
Black and educated, I went after my credentials
Built my portfolio, and even though it's tanking, I'm cool with it.
You either get left in the water, or jump onto that moving ship.
Dude is slick. Well, I told you it wouldn't be easy.
Levels to this shit - you'll need a cheat code in it, to see me.
Opposition like chess pieces, and I don't play chess.
I'd rather give 'em that Hot shit, and run it to press.

[Celph Taut]

Disciple said it was boring when you're rapping with your Celph...
The poor isn't enrichened when there's an absence of your wealth
Love yourself, unconditionally. And aspire to reach the height of new feats...
Keep spitting that fire and preach, so that you can retire, in peace.
Or leave, in pieces. They seem facetious. Spitting the same.
Figure they'd saturate their market with their ridiculous names...
Went from being prophetic, to taking an interest in chains
To that symbolic connection to slavery...
Comes with every inch of disdain.
Don't have to be next to the cross. Preaching the catholic faith, while hiding behind the secular cloths.
They take any information contrary as a disrespect of their gods..
And wonder why the trajectory is only one way...
Say that, you can rest on a Sunday. Passing the collection plate around...
All the preachers jewels, with the architecture, to weigh 'em down..
How two years ago is much different from what they're saying now...
How Kenneth Copeland is able to fly his private plane around...
Through generous donations, they'd much rather watch the savior drown
in a pool of procrastination... to make those tax-free havens, proud.
have a look at your pastors station...
Ejaculating over your beliefs is a form of hands free masturbation...
I'm more disturbed by the rule then the idea of it...
Cure all your ailments, and therefore, the Christian readers love it.
Take it with a grain of salt, spread it over your recipe.
Bless is he, whom questions what his altered perception, sees..
Word... only describing how they hold it over your head
So, you're alone, in this felonious climate...
And if you know you'll survive it? and feel like a soldier that has to shoulder a private...
Just know the reality is much different for those that describe it...
Dropping ones in the Gentlemen's club, to get 'em a tug.
One day with the stripper, the other day praising heaven, above.
Treat morbid addiction like a medical drug
Avoiding years of sobriety to disengage a wedding, of love.
They can't speak the truths I wish to hear, and for what it's worth
My temperament, is starting to change.
If there's one thing I've learned, is that karma, is strange.
Tug on my emotional chords, sacrificing time to devote energy, over the boards.
Expediting the process, and I'll show no remorse.
Immigration papers for the game, like a phony divorce.
I didn't do it to get across... nah, they asking me
About past beliefs and my actions, siege reactions against the catholic priests.
Oh... you fake gangsters getting out of retirement, now.
Won't flap your gums in your circles when I 'am around'...
Might have been down before, the sound of war, inviting these clowns
To artificial affiliation, place the X, there - right on their gowns.
Sinus's bound to flare up, feeling sick, with the flu.
If I die? I STILL wouldn't switch positions, with you.
All on the ground floor, man, you wishing you blew.
I'm posted outside, making sure the ammunition goes through.
The last renegade, targets ahoy.
A marksmen, it's hard to avoid when the shots reign down, and no armor's deployed.
Right the testament on the papers, to the iconic majors.
Right down to the dynasty, bound to pass on its honest favors.
Turned bravado after hearing Lupe was dropping lasers.
Went back to the roadmap, and know that I got these haters.
In the position I want 'em to be, Muhammad Ali.
Feel dominant, see me bobbing and weaving, the same way he talked to Frazier...
It's a cold world; suit and ties aren't welcome here...
On my deathbed, make sure equitable wealth, is shared...

[Bag Mandela]

If my wealth is shared - after hopefully going out as a hero,
My whole family will struggle when their houses are repo'd,
I've been cold, been warm, n I can tell em straight;
my ideal temperate range is about 15 degrees centigrade,
15 times 9 over 5 in parentheses,
Plus 32 gives 59 farenheit which then completes,
Quite easily the most pointless, pathetic scheme, it's likely you'll ever see, true shit,
If they knew in advance, I doubt weather he'd go ahead n read through it,
Pythagorean lyricism, it doesn't add up if you don't tri,
But when you do, you can go off on a tangent n they still co-sign,
They're tryna sell hi-res recordings of lo-fi,
They take notes when we meet and I know why,
They're just keeping minutes to study in their own time,
Some rappers write like parasites on faux highs, their thinking goes like;
When your audience are cocaine addicts chasing dope lines it isn't hard to blow minds,
Pretty tired of fake martyrs preaching aggressive religion,
I'm not for any existing widely-accepted method of thinking,
antidisestablishmentarianism,
cuz it's a hell of a mission defending the wisdom of a necro-physician

[Celph Taut]

The record will glisten.
Kill my foes; this is RapBattles: The Dexter edition.
I'm everything an extrovert isn't.
From quiet, to peace. I am released, like the Kraken, and I'm dying, to feast...
on entrails, while you riot, in streets.
Attack like ISIS-K, while president Biden, silently, speaks.
That's not the narrative. Talking big game on a POV-camera, wherever a Karen lives.
Get both sides (or just mine) for you derelicts.
Then post it, online. On time. Leave my side of the story shrouded, in arrogance.
The poster-child for brain-fog.
Threw the controller on the ground, but, refused to turn the game off, with that lame sauce.
Still on the same boss. Couldn't save it. The final level, and I ain't cross.
But that's catholic talk. Realized Jennifer Lopez was given Affleck, a thought.
Left A-Rod hanging, like tow hitches, and it takes two to tangle. Cannot..
Gang up on Taut, nah. Wouldn't recommend it.
Fire on all cylinders, they couldn't represent it.
Break it down to the fibres and still, hide in its grill.
Open it wider, until I can fulfill sliding both of my Karl Kani's, inside of his bill.
It's the summer time - why would I chill?
You'll settle for 9's, but I? Got my eyes, on the mill.
Mind wandering every 3 seconds. Blame it on social media and these little teen peasants.
Maybe I just seem jealous... about it. Every key sentence...
about it, like VladTV questions...
Yeah, doesn't wanna be seen. Possibly an angle...
To avoid litigations, or somebody watching him get strangled...
Either way, I admire the hustle. I am doing the same.
They wanna throw you in the game, on a freeway, with too many lanes.
If you could exchange your life for somebody else's, then, you are deranged...
Police interrogations, you don't know what they can do to your brains
It's psychological warfare, you're sitting, uninitiated...
Getting what you want, 'till your testimony, and written statement.
And then, you're given cases. Or wearing a wire.
Under your shirt, scared they will fire.
Enough tension in the room to air out the ire. Afraid of a jury giving you life.
Did your dirty in the open, but not a witness in sight.
However you fucked up. The shit you did, you spit on a mic.
Your decisions got you up late, thinking, at night.
What you could have did different, despite the cards you were dealt.
Wondering what could have happened, trying not to be hard on yourself.
Looking back at the bars, your friends turned on you when you were calling for help.
Doing it on your own, since your 'homies' disregard how you felt.

[Celph Taut]

Pardon the stealth, my armor far from marginal health
Every line ahead of your time, designed to target your help...
And decimate it. Forget the basics, I take the text with perplexing statements..
SMS Message matrix - let's see if you can S-M-H this.
Word. And that's another word as I demonstrate its...
Story arc, for those corny marks who wish to lessen greatness..
Certain requirements be to sit in this seat
And if you don't got it? You're washed up; rinse and repeat.
Since the elites conquered, I'm hitting the streets... the toll, emotional
My lane carved out on the path, the road I'm supposed to go
Can overload. I walk upon it, cracks form...
Feeling Frieza, in his last form. The one to give you the shirt off my back
And keeping you cats warm. But don't get it twisted...
In a flash? You can get slashed on. Barry Allen vs the roster of Capcom.
My past, gone. Yet, my future? Is glowing.
Me and the present had a mutual moment... feel the veracity when I'm spitting fire, to my opponents.
With the fast hit, you knew it's Adonis. But we're not talking Rocky ish.
We're talking about how that rocket, lifts.
Elon on one side, Mark Cuban on the other, as opposites. To build their own metropolis...
in space. Encased in a pool of gold.
I believe they can do it, though. Raise profits. But hey, it's your funeral... if you don't believe in it.
2024 is the dawn of a new era; battle of geniuses.
Not saying that they're the benchmark. Fly on the wall, as loud as a rocket about to commence, part.
Tying up loose ends, regardless of how long it takes.
Ain't no common mistakes. Allahu Akbar, before the warmth of Muhammad's embrace.
Legs riled up, if y'all wanna race.
Daylyt took spawn, and tattooed it, onto his face.
So if you think you are crazy? There are crazier.
You probably got a couple of them in your area. Standing there, while they stare at ya.
You're too scared, in your car, to get out of it...
Hold the mirror up. Could be psychopathy, sociopathy, or there parents weren't there enough.