Keystyle Cypher!

[Don Flows]

This version should be better

These cats aint different than me ,
They all want to win ,
and ,
show the white of their teeth ,
I listened to the crooks on my block ,
Thats probably why I'm a crook myself in my heart ,
I’ve been rippin apart MC’s ,
I started that when I entered the realm of dreams ,
People..say…that…Don is a beast ,
I’m equally the ,
source of illness like being deceased ,
People…can’t…understand my mind ,
I rock Blessed clothing from stores ,
in order to shine ,
A man like Don reaches stardom because ,
Of the fact I’mma Con ,
On the face of your screen ,
I always approach clean ,
Two chains got your attention ,
cuz you love Don’s gleam ,
When the cops get agitated about the car I ride ,
They can get mad at my rhymes and the bars I ride

[Don Flows]

Yo guys... Sorry but I can't rap on here anymore. I keep getting better and I don't want the feds at my door for rapping past professional over the net when I surpass my current condition. My mind is different. I told you guys that in the past and when I go too high it might be too high for the feds interest. I'm not tooting my own horn I'm just trying to protect myself. I just wanted to have alittle bit of fun. I'm done now.

[Celph Taut]

Word up to Kung Lao...
Shit I haven't done awhile... summers 'round the corner
it's time we're bringing the hummers out...
Get hit with a hundred styles... n' if you wanna browse
the internet for more, then go for it - there's more storage.
This is your forest. And it's open to y'all...
The bank of free information, opening hours, if you wanna withdrawal.
Ducking under the law. Passing on the rubbers to f- the government, raw.
Having fun with it, dog.
Peep game. See, each chain, is symbolic. Gonna hit 'em with knowledge.
Written ebonics, cause these kids are dishonest.
Lying through their teeth. Ungrateful. Diminishing worth with that gibberish.
Put that ish, in reverse. See where the realness lives, when you hit up the search.
Tomorrow isn't guaranteed. And that's how it appears to me.
Off the paper, or lyrically. They know I'm here to make Pharaoh's, bleed.
Break bread at the winners table; they finna' hate you.
If it doesn't benefit them? Then it's a run.
I've materialized into everything they've said I'd become. And realized it's better than nothing.
Forget your assumptions, or being presumptuous.
They fear that if they jump in this that I will administer punishment.
They're not wrong. Ever since 99', when Rapbattles became a dot com
It was in my inherit nature to drop bombs.
My thoughts prong to the target. You alive? Well, not long.
Verse after keystyle verse how I got on.

[Bag Mandela]

I got on too, but fell over when I got off wrong,
I used to come up short, those days are long gone,
My friend had a kid 6 months ago, broke through a condom,
All it knows-is-covid like pop lockin to the thong song,
Let... me... see... that material which preserves your grace,
Can't knock sisqo, he earned a wage,
Got to see a bunch of girls all twerk on stage,
but his greatest achievement on earth to date; supporting people turning grey at an early age,
That smell was scandalous,
I really didn't know if I could handle it,
Nose aching she made my whip smell of ish,
Stinkin like out of date eggs n fish,
She had a dump in my truck, truck, truck,
Asked "why?" she said "what, what, what?",
Started blaming her gut, gut, gut,
I said don't do it again,
But she did it again,
So I killed her, I was gonna pay to funk her, instead,
I ruptured her neck with my plastic cutlery set,
Left her body with a warning to the others that read,
"Do a dump in my truck hookers it get stuck in ya head"

[ChyllTyrant]

i got off of your mother with my surgery set and pokers.
do a dump in my truck hookers and i'm gettin her head, toker.
watch as i sped off the set with her leg on her chest soakers.
where i had the bitch bent like a curb on the guest sofa.
your nose aching cuz your smelling your fish like it's fresh ace,
but you ain't dated earth without a carbon copy of your sweaty face.
your straight cooked like a lace, crooked is taking it live twice.
book with that scandalous waste nah i'm playing you ain't nice.
boys a whole card, can't picket four in pocket with kings flop.
slick willie with my star sticker, stingy like a hard force.
act like your life is a rig, but i can shine like nothing is big.
bitch ain't manual, hoes automatic, friction off the handle, abnormal,
foe off a static. tea teases tee's on why wide wise are on our arse,
but keep the hype on the level of larry sanders and jeffrey tambors
with the sleek art. splashing freaks queefed on my rising high arm,
if we ain't got the whole trip, just a map smudging of a flat.
seeing joy is a cold cough, spitting something like them drug wars,
with rockets ric wicked and them things swingin bout to transport.
watch forensic science clean up beautifully with a dust kit test.
huge money is my object but lawyers got me usually suspect specced.
however couldn't get me without the full tape from the sound.
if i ain't dead in the head, i'm still red in my rest.
lady ain't a damsel, madame a damn sale. clip a signature cig
on your weak fail and hack out the laugh tracks on third rail.
i want to knock knuckles, not dapping, i'm capping on the swigs.
buck off your nickle and clap him with just words on a scale.

[Ragian]

looking back into the past, wondering how I ever made it
my life was a crazy ride, thank God that you even saved it
remembering how I got here, its good to reminisce.....

all those times I thought I was all alone, inside a broken home
when no one understands you, then you are on you're own
I just needed a friend, to be with me till the end
but no one showed up... I had to be... my own best friend

as I moved into a new high school, I wanted a lot of friends, to be cool
but that's not easy when the world is stressing you out and your grades make you look like a fool
questions bothered me, like why are children suffering
when the rich get paid and do absolutely nothing
and if God existed, if he really cared, then why are we living in a nightmare

that's when I had my first mental breakdown, went to the mental hospital
mom and dad were worried about me they thought that I lost it all
but it just broke me down even more

you know what it's like when your spirit is broken?
you start to feel sorry for yourself, then hate yourself
and you give up on the hoping?
to the point where I tried to kill myself
and I never did anything to deserve this

slowly the years passed by, and slowly I grew
it was then I knew that I had to stop self hatred
remember its always an honor to be you
your life is sacred

How can you be enlightened...

... if you've never been in the dark.

[Celph Taut]

Well shit, I'll give it a start. First off, don't be offended by any written remark.
Just know that when it's game time, every displayed line? Is giving it heart.
No Kevin, though. They should let it go. Speak to me, equally, in phonetic code.
It's seminal, when you think of how it's been set in stone.
People press on the button, expect the metronome to just play...
I must say, this type of hobbling I do? Will crush legs.
Word to Annie Wilkes. This is the motto that my family built. Lived out the legacy, off my granny's quilt.
You never went after your aspirations - I understand your guilt.
But don't take it out on me, crying over branded milk that your hand has spilt.
You're better off attempting to stand on stilts
Then figuring out... the morality of it all, when you've been living, in doubt.
Writhing, in pain. Taking the minimal amounts of pills to abstain normality...
It's still in your brain. How can you be rehabilitated, if aren't willing to change?
Willing to exchange everything for that needle with "past due" bills in your name...
Dealing with an old Will your whole life, like Willow and Jade'.
You wanna talk truth, but refuse to act truthful
That's the usual act, these youthful cats rather muse than conclude their facts.
Speak through subtle tunes, to keep the rhythm & blues, intact.
And merge the two, which is why you can't do what I do, on wax.
Or off of it. Went from Hennessy & Enemies to more conscience shit...
Then back to a mixture of both, before I lost my grip.
Hip Hop relevancy propelled to pop culture's consciousness
In the same way Run DMC & Aerosmith's hip hop & rock was mixed.
Stop promoting Ciroc and just learn about venture capital
To get potential back to you, like 20% of the rappers who've...
Become successful in some light. And one might say... that they've
Have strayed from the sunlight... Nas even went as far as to say...
That all he needed was One Mic... and I would like that to be true...
But he also said Hip Hop was dead, with him dropping a flower into
A grave that was supposed to represent it passing away
With an angle from the casket, displaying a concrete title of the actual phrase.
Let's take it back to the days of rocking a boombox...
Over your shoulder, like Radio Rahim, in that Italian joint...
- so that our past ain't erased... Maxwell cassette tapes..
Yeah. And before you say it, I know that I am showing my age.
Introspective, listening to a song from Cordae.
Say rap's misogynistic - they're not wrong. Keys, to me, is a form of fourplay.
Rocking the dad bod, five years away from 40.
As I watch the hairs in my beard become more gray...
Should I have said that more creative? Probably...
Why you still on the forums? Red Bull gives you wings. This here? Is for killing my boredom.
Keys a form of fourplay, but the sheer amount of skill, is a warning.
That it gets me off, it's like softcore porn with these syllables, forming.
Let 'em know they're better off killing McCormick
- from South Park, than ignoring these endorphins.
The Stephen Dorff of evil forces.
Look at me, man. You see the fortress, between the warships.
When you rap like this? You don't NEED to force it.

[Celph Taut]

Yeah. Here to bring 'em back to their reading courses.
I'm leaving corpses all over the scene, with keys.
It's guaranteed, remorseless - why the hell should I shed a tear?
It was nebulous, ever since I was getting here.
Victory? It was never clear. Walking inside of a black fog.
Inhaling the toxins, not afraid to have his mask off.
And I was there for the last call. Shooting that garbage with a bow and arrow...
Making that trash, fall. Sipping your empty platitudes through a glass straw.
Wondering what you were grasping at.
No need for commissioner Gordon, the real Flash is back.
Every key, I've done mastered that.
Did a 180 and flipped from being a baby, and ripping the craziest shit.
Which, in turn, made you a victim. Maybe I'm sick, and my brain's an infliction.
So insane that even pain's an addition.
Doctors trying to dissuade a prescription. Yeah. Tell that to Hank, from Breaking Bad.
I'd probably be bugging out like Gustavo, if I had the face he had.
But, there's a lot of parallels. For instance, I am great in the lab.
A creationist they can't wait to get back.
Even as a historian, I'm sure to leave the information, intact.
You can pull on that elastic around my wrist all you want, but I ain't gonna snap.
Well, that's unless I'm making a track.
In which case, you're better off being pegged by MODOK, in Marvel.
Luke Cage, getting off a barstool. About to accost you.
I'm wondering what it'd be like to meet Phoenix Wright, right out of law school.
I want my funeral to be playing epic boss music.
Twisted, like the studio that brought you the Saw Movie.
I'm the law, truly. That raw, that is gravitating you all to me.

[Bag Mandela]

Gravitating, magneticismalising,
I'll ride this horse until the pistons whining,
When I see a dude with grey hair I know he's lived, but isn't dying,
Just weathered enough storms to earn a silver lining,
I used to look round thinking why n how all the plants n bags'd gone,
Hold a fat kid off a cliff, he isn't gonna hang for long,
Told em it's fuckin-up-the-ozone-of-the-planet strong,
Cuz I made hash n sold weed I'd done a CO2 extraction on,
What strain is it, I dunno, call it cabbage one,
Add some garlic and some tarragon when you pack a bong,
Still got vet smokers looking like Master Wong,
Wiped out in their 40s, hit em like an atom bomb,
Poor taste, floor haze up in ya smoke screen,
I rolled for money but said I'd never take it off a coke fiend,
out the mud with the pot, I'm just sayin it I don't need, a pat on the back like swayze in the ghost scene,
Selling dopes weak, I'm just confessing my sins,
Hoping somebody learns from the lesson within,
You spend a lot of time on that shit, theres a price for everything,
Balance of life means a loss for you to settle a win

[Celph Taut]

^ And just so they know, that goes for everything I'm meddling in.
From finances, to mental health - the idea is to generating
a large enough foundation to get in they skin, and apply pressure...
They'll resonate with, for the soul purpose of no other than to better they shit...
A plethora of options that they can leverage with
To multicultural funding in the thousands for them to get on the ship...
Even if it is high water, and the sea is tumultuous...
This culture is a dystopia of men happy to give the vultures, fish.
Hook, line, and sinker. Rather be thinking about
the future, the past is decided. So much so, it's engraved on the side...
..of the raft that I ride with... even if they said
inner-self is a path to survivors, I'll capture the fire, without having to snatch up their lighters.
That's real talk, proposing what I was meant to do.
Doing what the teachers said I never had the potential to.
And because of my skin, they say it's akin to represent the group
I belong in, out of a belonging to societal ideas of ethnic cues.
Nah. How about no?
Middle finger up in the air, whenever I'm out on the road..
I doubt they can hold they same momentum, expecting to bring their light, to fruition.
So institutionalized, you spend your whole life, fighting the system.
Only for them to become self aware.
I want a stake of the company, and a healthy share.
And no, I'm not asking. I'm getting mine. Finding micro transactions
on my ledger, I...am moving towards a much larger path, that's decentralized.
Percentage wise? that's nothing more than a blip on the feudal enterprise...
You're rocking a mask.... so scared of the reflection projecting, off of the glass...
So scared of the ignorance when investors talk about cash
With the same aspirations of an alumni graduating at the top of their class..

[Celph Taut]

Feel I'm cocky, at last. So much confidence, once I walk in the cast.
They hark on me, it's cool. The motto is, school's autonomous with my knowledge, of rule.
Well, if I'm being honest here, college is, too.
A dot in the middle, like Anamaniacs, if they're rocking their jewels
... In such a way, that makes me uneasy.
They better harden it up... magician level 99, your mage armor gauge, ain't enough.
Plug the controller into the system and start playing your bluff
On easy mode, with a vertical inflection; guess I'm saying, "What's up?"
Or down. Shit, I don't wanna be latitudinal biased.
But I am the dude that's the flyest, even in a school full of pilots.
You'd be wise to move to the side, it's... suicidal for you to come try this...
24K rocks. Yeah. They view me as Midas.
Midas touch. Turn the vagina into a diamond crust.
With grapes around the pussy on Valentine's, so she wouldn't wine as much.
Fine dining, every line robust.
it kind of just clicks together. The binder crux.
Ahead of my time, I must align with the designer of Cyberpunk's...
You know, the digital age?
You see the city, and say it's complex, but it's only still a vision portrayed by the present.
This isn't the way to repentance, it's only a door.
However, it's much different from the place that you were going before.
You wish to get above, until they show you the floor.
I'm here to get my feet wet. If life is handing you lemons? Squeeze the citrus out, and then reset.
Steve Jobs was a visionary in the 2000's, and got his respect.
Yet, I can't ignore what they're standing for. Commercial brands, in their candid form.
The excess of material things has made Santa soar.
And it's more or less deceptive, a psychological playing of strings
That creates the need for demand for brands to persuade you to things...
Damn, now ain't that catharsis.
The thought of the pool being a black hole... with a carrot tied to a string, so you let that go.
So numb to the inflationary cash flow, that you're apathetic
And want more to consume... become morbid and use vanity...
... As a form of abuse.
How is that flower, sitting on top of concrete, torn from it roots?
Why is the gardener hoarding its fruits?
In the middle of a dry spell, at a time they won't order produce?
You know, there was a time were I held this site in high regard...
The same time Marty McFly was talking about flying cars...
And now there's some kind of appliance charge... the pursuit of unity
Which usually just means one particular way of doing things.
Imagine no competition? You fell in a rut without the need of excelling your stuff...
Growing stale. Far from a thriving environment, so you decided that...
You would never adjust... and through no fault of your own.
You become stagnant... the ceiling is fallen, the walls are starting to close.

[Bag Mandela]

The walls starting to close, the closing doth start,
I've been dressed most of my life but had no clothes at the start,
For the walls approaching closer, no grudge I hold in my heart,
For were they not closing in, they would be growing apart,
Neither of us know what the fuck I'm talking about,
I travel by lim-oh, you didn't know? I been walking around,
Sometimes I'm polite, but I suspect it's an act or a front,
Or maybe escapism from the fact I'm a cunt,
Rappers get drug, I leave em trailing behind me,
My life's a movie, and I got the trailer behind me,
I make the most of mine cuz I'm limited to 50, like I'm driving with a trailer behind me,
I had a busy couple years, uncovering mafia ties,
With corrupt politicians & gambling lies,
By the 24th it's all out, and it's reminds me of the ring, they better watch it, in 7 days somebody actually dies

[Celph Taut]

No idea whether or not I should have capitalized
On the upward momentum I built, but decided against it, because I lacked, in my eyes.
And that was surmised by watching others succeed around me
Only to fall, to their deaths... whatever you wish to call it, I guess it's all for respect.
Why else would you be doing it for?
Gamble on the battle when you could be losing the war
To them, before you'd have a strategy. And now? Let's just say...
A pre-emptive strike's considered blasphemy.
However, I'm not lying into my past beliefs of what rap should be.
Why question the motives? If hindsight is 20/20, mine's perpetual focus.
I stood still, like time, in a photograph.
While holding that close to my chest, in secret, and they still can't find my sign...
...Like the Zodiac.
Got the world on my shoulders, looking like Crono's back.
Blursed, as they would say. Running away with their philosophies - there's no time to fasten my legs.
Playing sambo, colonializing from the African trades..
My history's as dark as those who had their own people be captured, as slaves.
The diary of a mad man... see it spoken, inside of text.
So Thor-like, the lines coincide with Scandinavian dialects..
Wise, and yet a lot to learn... lots of ground to cover.
His pride won't die, they will basically surround each other.
Go looking for refuge at the sound of thunder...
The sound of crackling ground wakes the sleeping giant from out his slumber
My past is like a blueprint to their future..
Died, but the reaper gave me another booster.
Now it's the Nega Scott... two people, only separated by evil thought.
Which circumvents the other until the point they don't even drop...
So when they ask me why I don't socialize.. it's because I feel it's pointless...
Confirmation bias is the only thing that you'll be enjoying.
But I don't wish to indulge, so it's best we probably avoid it...
This disregard is something their manufactured gods are annoyed with.
So be it. I talk about my trials as I see it.
Jot it down, chalk it up to a father that was not around
Or create your own narrative, as you see fit...
I speak with a certain jargon, so you can break it down into pieces, like...
Sound analysts, parsing into the sequence-type.
When I'm gone, you make sure you get your memorial speeches right.
The formula of a forgotten trade. My thoughts displayed
Like a Rorschach chart, then played... over and over - personified...
the sign of a Mockingjay. Prisoner of my mind, feel my inner freedoms are locked away.
But hey, I got to be brave.
"We'll speak for the dead", said John Kramer's protégé, as he talked, from the grave.
Which is nothing to the souls that he thought he could save.

[Bag Mandela]

I'm all of the rage,
leave em tied up making sure it's a wave
before they grow the balls to be brave enough to conform to the same,
I was born in the 90s, but conceived in the 80s like leg warmers n AIDS,
Got em fallin in flames, when I strike the pad they can't match it,
Preach what I practise, tantric,
But a lot of fools spray fake its a tan trick,
They go out the window with the Mic like blanket,
They're too negative, we're poles apart like magnets,
get spun round their axis, then we can bury the hatchet,
Ironic they drink themselves into caskets,
Take pills n think they're god for writing on tablets,
Society's screwed because we're greedy fucks, that's it,
All stalkin the bag like their dealers subaverage,
People in power are too evil, we can't be partners,
They give the name 'Golden Triangle' to the heart of darkness,
The feds just want a black pen - sharpie marker,
Now my stomach turns when I pass-da pigs - carbonara

[Celph Taut]

Yeah, I ain't gonna let this get past 11 days...
Fuck putting it out... I'm here, to set the pen, ablaze.
Set it a fire and light a pyromaniac... while he's running around...
Came to the commercial estate I saw, from underground...
They were false-flagging, little ole me...
Saw it and took it as a sign of disrespect. This ain't what y'all are good at...
As a matter fact? It couldn't have been more obvious, y'all are just...
Copying the blueprint... printing them out, to your dossier.
Celph, he's been bossy, aye? NFT's are a thing, but Dame wouldn't Roc', with Jay.
He tried to put up his album, and almost got away.
Shawn filed a motion for it, said "Not today".
And me? I'm just interested in a battle between Conway The Machine, and Jimmy Iovine.
I mean, um, Jim Jones. Yeah. I don't know who decided that.
Either way, there won't be enough ammunition for 'em to fire back.
Say for, an assault rifle. I don't live in the realm predicated on what y'all 'might do'...
Don't get hype.... you may find that me, and this mic booth? Is a beautiful thing...
A rose upon the concrete, such a sight would cause the tulips, to sing.
Now, who's the king? And why has he regressed so quick?
Can't level up no more, see the floor is covered in excrement...
Left to lift the spirits of the souls that wander the testament
For guidance to the afterlife, with the visions prophets have blessed them with...
They can't be talking about the third eye, when I'm in the room...
Trying to kill the butterfly that's inside the cocoon
If the mind can assume it's power over the flesh, then it's empowering.
At least to me. Going beyond the aspect ratio that people see.
Seeking counsel, or revenge. Word to Max Cady. The raps daily...
Spinning a web... Don't need a lobotomy to get in their 'head'...
The rapport based off the semblance, instead.
The fight against your own democracy, the senators led...
Speaking for the voice of the Anons, pushing Reddit ahead
of the regulating body, I embody the ANTI-MONITOR.
Superhero, on earth. Walking around like a God, to us.
Thinking of Omni, crush Mark's perception of him... beat 'em
near inches from death, and then just left on a whim...
The darkness on the outside is a reflection, within. A excellent case study for...
bloody gore. Psychological warfare brought, upon your door.
Questioning your beliefs, now, that you're not as sure.