Keystyle Cypher!

[Nigma]

Can I write this? Sure, bounce back in this and type s'more
Snack around this fire, I aspire for the slightest char
I'm back on this pen like a spinal dipped in venom, venting,
Violent visions, get them, it's a spectrum there's no science for
Self-inflicted damages the sacrificial price of war
Canada's the coldest with the flow, been admired for it
Following the legend, demi-Nephilim, the crisis source
And we ain't seen the final form of Celph, the triumphed cypher lord

[Celph Taut]

Now that Nigma is back... it's time to punch black holes through faces..
To those who say it's 'not the journey, but the destination'...
Yet, they ain't 'going places'.. have a long way to go to get good graces...
Food for thought. Their entire delivery's tasteless.
Hard to visualize the modern world as a dystopia.
Using subject matter curated on topics not known to us
And still able to leverage momentum, while they're trying to shoot the trajectory.
Got such a checkered past, I broad stroke all the inequities.
Talk about painting a narrative. If that were the case, I'd carry it..
Straight from the horses mouth, right to its precious chariot.
Riding over stones cast from the helm of the Synagogue.
Lay siege to the wage subsidies they've been living off....
With one blow... freeze frame... picture perfect, how can it be?
You plant roots long enough, and the masses will come, organically.
They may have got a bad wrap, however I'll let the presence unfold...
The voice of reason you hear is much different than the one that you know...
Been wondering, though. How deep does their deception lie?
If sleep's the cousin of death, they won't have trouble finding someone to rest beside.
Those who speak half truths and spread the message, like pesticides
Get left alive long enough to realize they're still dead, inside.
Oh it's priceless. Believe me, baby, it's priceless.
Always been on my job, 365 overnight shifts.
Live from the malignant fallacies, they walk across like balance beams.
Wondering how I pass on their offers when my ego's a bout more challenging.
Descend from the ivory tower and let a hundred thousand in...
They look like ants from here, but down there, it's 'empowering'.
Or endearing. Staring at the mirror-reflection...
Looking back at you, glaring.
It's a trove of treasures when you're baring the weight of the world, so effortlessly.
Behind a veiled curtain to obscure the perception they see.

[Spoken]

Damn my brother richie even came back @Celph Taut

[Nigma]

Start to... write the free,
Each line gettin scribed with ease
Jeez,
Why stay hiding when I'm a fright to see
Might be rising up the heights of Christ,
But not worthy
Thirty-three, guided to precise degrees
Stay seated in the sky, theres some sights to see
Since the species in decline, that's a rise for me
Peace that's in my mind is why I write unique
Repeat it every time... Like the Knights of Ni
Sheesh, switch it up to keep this goin,
Breath the toke, deeply, and proceed to boast
Cause I...
Got that breezy flow like the beach and boats,
Where they meet the ocean
Preaching till the seeds arose and leaves unfold
We see what's growing
Took a peak, and now we've tweaked a clone
Needle-nosed evil, what I reap, I sew
Protein-mixed flows, bleeding hemoglobin, genes and fangs of demons
Chains are leashes, beaten for the secrets that we'll keep as ghosts
Even though the price that's on my head could feed the globe
I'm money off the top and bright as Shady when he bleached it gold

[Celph Taut]

Uh. Put that right in the preacher's soul.
Tell 'em it's gonna be a feast, for sho'. But each their own.
The creature roams inside of me - I can't keep it home.
I'm paying for my sins with dividends from these evil woes.
Slave mentality for a long time, now it's freedom goals.
To a path of broken glass, to walking upon uneven coals...
To heat exposed up from my nether-regions, in the freezing snow
To leaving roads uncharted because you don't wanna see the tolls.
Asking for change to get spit at, and get that in exchange...
For compliance, is maddening. Brain can't handle when you're masking the pain.
It's whatever, sometimes. Battling flames and breaking the glass...
Watching your reality crash through the pane. Blow it back when you grasp the butane.
You laugh since theirs is like throwing a lit match, in the rain.
Gets soggy, before it splashes away...
Conducting a masterclass of social science to keep their reactions at bay.
The feelings spectacular. Deal with the affable, in a laughable way.
A maniacal mixture of poetry to pull you back from that crackling tray...
Oh, they like to cook? @Spoken so PERFECT-ly, he might as well write a book.
My Compositional Standard is to listen to grandeur,
And juxtapose, in a sinister manner.
Administer grammar with the same institution of Thor, as he's lifting his hammer.
Don't mean to speak grandiose statements, or talk on folklore...
However, I lift it like Captain America did, after summoning Mjöllnir
'till normal doctrine is no more. No ceilings and no floors.
Subject myself to a deposition, and laugh through the whole course.
Plead insanity. Key organically fruitful enough on these cypher boards to feed humanity.
And then some. This pen comes like the Omicron.
Holding onto that last strand of hope, as your ambitions row along.
Find the inspirations to go beyond.
Felt like the only calm person, knowing these phony con cronies sold faith to the souls, abroad.
Use to mask of religion so they can act as a Saint
For the sheep that close their eyes and believe in the catholic faith.
Abstract concepts that their tackling ain't up to speed
Yet, they're 'fast' to debate.
Use the binds of institution to outlast their restraints.
Word. And I ain't secular, though.
The God of the Gaps is a concept that takes effort to know.
I reckon that no other topic has ever been accepted before
Without a confirmation bias to get respect, as a whole.
I mean, in what world do we ascertain - win or losing...
Without critical analysis to prescribe to any institution?
You'd at least question it, right?
The perception of right or wrong ain't accepted, unlike...
The idea of the Big Bang Theory, or the scriptures of the Genesis, might.
See allegories in a menacing light...
Stories as old as the San Seriff sentencing type...
Talk predatory behaviors on those that wish to make you broke...
Rob you of your riches then tell you to place your faith, in hope.
It ain't no joke when you're reaching in for your pocket lint..
Pull up rabbit ears and face consequence, for your obsolescence.
Word... it's par for the course, huh. It's habitual.
Shit is a ritual. A natural instinct to ensure that they get what's theirs.
Trading Places ain't like Dan Aykroyd or Eddie Murphy.
It's toppling the Persian empire, and walking with the head of Xerxes.
Over your shoulder. The redux of a Spartan lord...
With a tactician mindset, long before Sun Tzu wrote Art of War
battle cries that we've long ignored. The echoes you hear
That reflect in the mirror. The antiquated methods that they expect you to cheer for..
Forget the science table - all of it's fable.
A god is as painful as subjecting his demigod son to the Augean stables.
Shifted the world off of Cronus's back, n' watched it fall onto Krato's...
After losing his family, AND THEN lauding his actions as hateful????
It don't make sense... feels like a lucid dream...
I can't escape from... I would, if I had knew the meaning...
Use the stories of historians to remove the ceiling..
And trap generations of hardship inside of one human being...
It wouldn't be rational to expect anything less than insanity...
How can it be? A man that bleeds existence, into humanity.
From the depths of the fellowship, as you hear 'em complain...
Spreading fear to regain the Chancellor position, is a zero-sum game...

[Spoken]

Stop the cypher and get your ass to collab with me finally after a long ass time Mr. Richie

[Celph Taut]

Word I drop the gospel shit they're talking with
I don't want it if it's not legit, or not from the top of the obelisk..
I'm talking monoliths. To the teachers and protestants.
From the crosses that meant that a God exists, to a lot of kids.
My tongue scorched by the holy water, pouring...
Siege, like a big informant shaking hands with the prison warden.
While he kept that shit recording.
Don't know who's a snitch. But everybody wanna get it on their own, so I'm use to it.
Back then, they were the "Judases".
The snakes in the grass, slithering through the graves, feel the wrath of Anubis's fists...
You little useless pricks will finally see it
The broken English I provide that lies inside of the sequence
Then repeated like it's a cult phrase. Feeling like it is after lent.
Drink the purple kool-aid and leave the land that is tax exempt.
If actions speak louder than words.....
Then my stuff is amazing, cause I never hear their actions over what I'm saying.
Muffled their statements... Omicron - I'm dropping something contagious
Ruffle 'em up worse than teenagers, huffing on paint lids...
Uh... now, nipple on that truth capsule.
You're on the moat, I done built me up a new castle.
Move back, bro. Hit 'em with that New Jack flow
Tapping me on the shoulders like, "How you do that, though?"
One shot to the arm and the mandible, it's a given
You'll catch a couple strays like you rescue animal victims
I'm the last you'd talk to out the side of your face...
Find yourself in a race where everybody's lives are at stake
And the rate or survival equates to going on the goriest mission
Or being the last of a rival gang inside an Ecuadorian prison
I'm what their formula isn't....with the beakers and all.
While they Do Little - How you trying speak to me, Dog?
If you're feeling froggish you can try to leap to the God
I beat your ass, live, then do a remix to applause...
Get the last word out... getting chicken in a bad bird house...
Shit Is Written, had that ass turned out...

[Nigma]

"GET FUCKED" to you whiners, wealth rise and drops slowly
But your price of stocks falling, need my side of whats owing
Since I'm sitting in a pine box, water wash the moments on this
One man boat tour, the guide has stopped rowing
That's the mindset of Celph, you've no right to control him
Cause he's steady on the stream if he tried to stop flowing

[Celph Taut]

2022 now, ^^^ and I'm in the moment...
Inside of the limelight, every side that's opposing
Like the skies were exposing the black clouds that lied, in emotions
And rise faster than the tides of the oceans
I had a lot of shit happen last year that I wish I could leave
Ridiculous me. A picture of air, and me holding it, just wishing to breathe
Underwater, probably thinking that, "Gee... it couldn't get worse", than it does.
The queen bee dehydrated - got a thirst for the buzz.
Some personal stuff that hit me like like a cannon ball to the stomach
No romantic partner to dance with, so I'm flirting with drugs.
Or at least the thought of it. Not a lot of shit can have you thinking...
when the hell does rock bottom hit?
But it's bottomless. Navigating a sea...
of sunken in faces that are obscure, gravitating, to me.
My anxiety levels rising faster than disaster when
A Spiderman movie comes out, n' then see the screen passed to Ben.
Walking on a foundation that's cracking in.
The shards of glass just slashing limbs, n' blood comes trickling out...
And I wish that was it. It isn't. Much more to the story.
Banging on the entrance until opportunity doors open for me.
Walk through that bitch like it was owed, cause I earned it.
Plus I watched to many people get it that I know don't deserve it.
I've been subjected to shit in the past two years that'd make your head explode
But instead of dwelling on it within that time, I had to let it go
Or else it would consume me. Maybe it's calm, or insanity.
Maybe it's fate, or a sign of a new dawn on humanity.
Either way, I'm wishing to leave the ship. I don't need a ticket or stub
I'll find my own way back home from the prairie; I've been injured enough...
isn't that how reality should be accepted when you get fucked?
They knock you down to the ground, constantly, but then you get up?
Turbulent experiences, 2021 was unbridled hell.
If I got through 2020 unscathed, then this year 'll survive as well.
Nigma's still putting his feet on their neck to keep 'em in check.
The cemetery has too many bodies for me to inspect..
Reading the text on the screen is like a sequence of death
We beat them and kept the remains for the Hyenas to eat what is left.
A perpetual rollercoaster of destruction...
The abandoned fare that nobody wishes to function
And this in conjunction to being able to keep up with the Joneses
In all honesty? I'm just trying to find where this beat up megaphone is
So I can scream some sense into you idiots, ready to die.
Oh my bad. It wasn't like you were ever alive.
Never tried to make something of your self, your formula...
Sat there, collecting dust. I was the next man up.
Going out with a bang, hoping I get my affairs in order
By finally tying myself down... simply refining my health, now.
Maybe focus on mental well being, to keeping me sane.
Keep these perpetual leeches from eating my brain.
Even in pain there's a silver lining I don't need to explain
The people reading this will more than likely see what I'm saying
And understand where I'm coming from, I'm battling this shit - 1 on 1
This is the year my fruition will finally come undone.




Happy new years.

[Ill Finesse]

New years

Now who here?
Dudes stare at me like the bitches do
I spit the truth
Critical hits is the ritual
Ruffles feathers, line stepper, habitual
The individual who you never know what shit I'll pull
As I exhale on this new strain
The dude gains rank in this food chain
It's a-musing, the thought of me losing
My constant evolution is the solution to minds pollution
I meditate before I rush in like Putin
Shooting hollering hooting, Yosemite iLL you galoot
Blood spills during disputes
I remain chill during a ruse
Then kill whoever I chose
The wicked bill the youth to build a roof
I teach how to till the earth, build the roots
The sweeter fruits that get produced gives a confidence a boost
Anywhere on this planet I could grow the truth
Go blow for blow in a booth
Drop a bo on your entire troop
Geronimo
More deadly than a knife fight in Guantanamo
What your life like
Mine is iLL...

[Celph Taut]

I find the thrill of putting pressure on the game, enlightening...
Made me a titan the way I display what I'm writing, in a way that's exciting.
Ain't like a Lycan got the level I got. I've settled, on top.
Orchestrate torture with a benevolent thought
The same state of mind that developed hip hop, in the early 90's.
Sesame street, though - I keep this big bird beside me. So, observe it, wisely.
They put Gucci Mane on the top ten list, n' shirked Em from it.
They can take flight during a terrorist attack...
And put that in their pretend luggage...
Out here, spending like 10 ducats... they can't comprehend much, it's outside of their yen budget.
I say yen because I can, what's up; I make 'em slant.
Keep dropping words 'till I've broken English, like a Jamaican chant.
They wanna escape, but can't. The bars are too tight.
Plus, the flame-retardant suit makes it hard to ignite...
You see them stars there, at night? Projecting the trajectory you're upset to see.
Just accept it, b. You're susceptible to this, technically.
Got the recipe down to a science now, it's a riot.
You either cross your arms, or you go out and you buy it.
Wondering how, I started out of this, quiet.
Then slowly gained traction with the main faction, built.
Spit acid 'till the reaction is more deadlier than an assassin kill.
How you want it? Antonio Banderas, or Sylvester Stallone?
Who's next to the throne? I've been the Nega off complexion, alone.
Shit's sounding sanctimonious.
My anger grows with this. You hang, emotionless.
I dangle both these fists, off the banana boat, n' then use the anchor to hold this wrist.
Throw you off the plank where the ocean sits, in the low abyss.
Who else as cold as this? Etch at my heart with an icepick, n' see it's frozen, stiff.
Or it don't exist.
Yet, ironically so I'm bombing 'em, slow.
If they really want these problems, I got the answer sheet - you can solve 'em, below.
Feel like a novelist, writing. Pen tip dipped in the body of Vikings.
Shit is ominous. Mind and body like autonomous driving.

[Bag Mandela]

Well balanced, arms out, I'm optimally reaching,
Think I can't beef with his crew, I think it's posse-bull to beat him,
I'm smooth off the top, call me Young Follicle Depletion,
Every punch they land - dry, call em Lil Hot & Sunny Region,
There's been 8 countries named after me, chronologically speaking,
Girls learn I'm great at cumming and phenomenal at leaving - them & their vaginas at the hospital for treatment,
After a 13-hour ride like cycling Solihull to Yeadon,

We think we're masters of this world, how short sighted a vision,
It's mostly air & water, we suck at flying n swimming,
Let's put our brains in gear and go drive for a living,
following guides we were given,
Work, bread and circuses, violence & women,
hearing miserly wisdom from liars n villains which we store and later recite as opinions, sometimes even described with conviction, enabling us to sit back mindlessly grinning & pretend no one wouldn't even mind if we're missing like our capability to arrive at decisions

[Virbius]

I can’t arrive at decisions; undecided is my final position,
I ain’t ascribe to tradition, I’m a beast and a god like in Mayan depictions,
A hypocrite, shit, I take lives of physicians, I take spite as a mission, I take rivals wives and they haven’t the slightest suspicion.
I inspire sedition and riots in Britain coz the forces are bent like it’s light and a prism.

[Nigma]

Virbius, writing shit tight, with precision
Inspriring shit, replying with vengeance
Step and compete with the pen and the sheets
It's like weaponary when I'm writing a sentence
Reppin the east the way Fivel goes west in a rival dimention
A primal obession. Desires are set, you comply or you strike
Hope to swing and connect, make it fly to the fences
Try to impress with the size of your chest but your blinded by pride
Align all your senses to the rise with the best
Then collide with them, finally, the mind of a legend

[Celph Taut]

Finding a sentence to unwind from his unbridled vengeance
Cause a rise to ascension comprises a higher dimension...
To why I've been 'vent'-in... ya know, 'airing it out', like turbine to an engine...
By the compression ratio, turning the flow into a firing obsession...
Which may explain why my complexion is darker than most...
An agenda rife with pain strikes fear in the heart of the folks...
Who don't understand it, nor wish to endure the experiences created by it..
Then abandon it entirely saying its merits are based on aging science...
Word... wondering what do you do then?
Fletcher Reede against what is true, fighting a blue pen.
Space Kangaroo who grew up off of the MF DOOM gen'...
Then moved into something that cultivated a new trend...
The purveyor of everything they know
Don't count your chickens before they hatch... balance it on a spoon, instead.
Mazel Tov to all my Jewish heads, pursuing bread...
By any means necessary, while the sheep come flock to the music threads...
Blood on the door and on the knob, with no luminol
Still able to track the body since nobody cleaned up the room, at all.
Can see them moving, dog. Doesn't phase me.
It's my duty, y'all. See how your cutie gave me a booty call.
Somewhere, in a low-budget studio, going through withdrawals
More than DiCaprio in a room, surrounded by moving walls...
Walking through the halls of your dormitory, exploring for thee'...
Only reason I feel like I am walking horror story.
Plus the obligatory long ass verse you won't probably read.
But by God you would need a Synagogue to drop something longer than me.
They say it's about substance - I get it. Not pulling any punches.
It's not about the picture more than it is how you are using the brushes
Using unusual subject matter so that you could emote...
Your animal side. But really, what's a mule to a goat?
What's a rule to provoke the students who hope....
To teach a generation the musical notes required to draw their attention to your approach?
Couldn't be much, huh? Couldn't be that, no?
Couldn't be matched, though you have trouble letting the past go.
Have trouble seeing the snakes, the longer you're letting the grass grow
You brought it upon yourself and got exactly what you asked for
Nobody to blame but the man you no longer wish to see.
Karma is a bitch, agreed. Wearing a horse-cocked dildo...
Constantly pegging you, with the fist of creed.
Your organs shuts down, instantly.
Anchoring the same rage Pchooly gets when he's hitting Steve.
The eye of the tiger, inside of the fire.
Staring at his accomplishments that he no longer desires
Fought for 'em, tooth and nail. However, it doesn't matter.
That is what the new school entails. Pushing the game past superhuman scales.