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Yeah. Bad Boy, ain't no Evil competes...
Commit exorcism, let the god flow breathe through the beats...
Deebo'ing geeks when I see 'em out with their bikes, riding...
Come right by 'em, on foot, n' send those boys sky diving...
That means they're taking flight, somebody tell the Stewardess...
Don't need a black-box on board to tell how I do this shit
I simply push the keys, and it forms... what you've been reading on forums
From me, is a warning... "Badder" than bad, and the evil is dormant.
So what words can describe the many atrocities?
Talk in such a tonality, it almost feels like a loss of speech.
Velocity of an airborne virus, spreading like wildfire...
across the streets. The vitriol that eradicated hip hop police...
And now, it's stop and frisk. Statures where you lose your rights to the law...
Lose sleep and lose money through lawyers, while you're fighting it off.
Qualified immunity. Y'all can try to prove deceit...
Through all the lies they do, 'till they're falsifying you, this week.
Not to say you shouldn't stand up for your rights as a person...
Blue pilled, spent our whole lives under the knife of a surgeon...
The paths of civilians and public servants, are likely diverging...
So inane topics like the Will Slap and Johnny Depp act like a diversion..
Who's sleep at the wheel? That is a bait joke...
Fish in the sea fall asleep, then act like their 'fake woke'
The soul snatcher, like Shang Tsung. Numb to the face with it...
Basic is, all dating advice on a relationships
Sentient beings, like Space Kangaroos, turning to atheists
Fearing a God of the Gaps while they're trapped inside of a stasis, is...
Insane... membrane fluid, slowly draining...
Walk the floor like a Mastodon, leave holes in the pavement..
I know what you're saying, ignore it, and go with my own...
form of vocal exfoliation and placate my own innovations...
Right? Wrong. close minded, needing an out...
Short-circuited. The mass exodus, reading in doubt.
Touch the cymbal with the wrath of the Monkey Paw, shimmering...
Secretion of a Madman's sweat into a limerence
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Man, and he still got more to drop? It's almost 4 o clock.
Went up in that bitch with the finger glove's and then tore the spot.
Was on this board a lot, before how boring this forum got
And now I got all sort of thoughts for anyone wanna war with Taut
Shit is simply and easy, with the info, releasing the Kraken...
Digital sequences tracking the beating, wanting piece of the action...
Keep it to rapping. Celph - we don't wanna see the attraction...
The fruit of my labor to the debaters. They can see that he has a passion.
Mel Gibson had one, too... didn't go quite like mine...
Seeing a God get whipped to his back so brutally, is some frightening times
For those that couldn't stomach it. I'm not the one you should rumble with...
Fucking rip you apart, even if I am on some humble shit...
Like, torture rack the fuck out of you... you will get snuffed, out the blue.
All you see is the buffering view, like a video when it's stuck on the Tube...
Or stuck on the telly. Rocking Grime and British shit..
Faces of Death, still can't blur the lives of the innocent..
I'm finna spit acid, watch it chew through transformers, diffused.
Heisenberg with the pen - I got the formula used..
And the presence of mind. Presents of mine, are like a warning, to Scrooge.
Unhinged, like Elliot Rodgers, swarming a college dorm, with the tools.
No manifesto, though. Spit this type of text, your chest will blow.
Soon as I let this message go, you can expect a pro.
So, digest it, to your intestinal. Test the waters, you see the bough breaks.
The X factor, leaving the stage with the Simon Cowell face.
I'm in a wild place, where no one should visit...
Where the flow is exquisite, but the roads up here are frozen, and frigid.
The shit I'm on here, is nobody's business. Let's keep it casual.
The echo chambers break all around you, soon as a snatch your soul.
Now, that part was uncanny, but this? is facts, for show.
Got a turbo jet on my back, and I'm speeding past you hoes.
These bird-bath rappers know that I'm Jack Reacher, confirmed...
"Definition" in these bars, since we're speaking, in 'term'..
We ain't concerned with the others - believe me, they'll learn.
I'm Nas's career, skyrocketing upwards, after leaving The Firm..
Put pressure to their necks and squeeze, like Lee Rodarte...
The keys are gnarly, indeed. With me, you'll hardly believe I'm sorry.
On the contrary, I couldn't be more apathetic.
Looking at it, I have to get it. Shit right here, is the master edit.
You cat's pathetic, talking about you'll ruin me.
Victor Vaughan, this is what they'd expect a new age Doom to be.
Feel the electromagnetic energy pulsating through the beat
The waves are enough to bring Bernie Lomax to his feet...
Rip the tags of the upholstery. I'm dropping it off, for the weekend...
You can talk on anything you want, just not when I'm speaking.
I'm pretty adamant about that, it's a war of words..
You boring nerds are stalemates behind a door, ready for a purge.
I would have left the scene right then, but more emerged..
Now you're getting exactly what I believe that this board deserves
A rude awakening. Tombstone's, fallen apart.
Family's try to get away, but their cars wouldn't start...
They're all sitting ducks when it happens, more bodies to drop...
Hit everybody, so no worries of one calling the cops...
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Change up all of your locks, or I'm busting through the door.
Almost 20 years Celph, why you still to this for?
I do it because there's too many plugs, and not enough outlets.
Big dog on the block if you pups are about shit...
Big dick energy vibes, even though my pen is advised
To keep it kosher, I still let it spray across enemy lines
Because I'd rather not give a fuck, than to live it up...
Rather be a casualty than hopeless, and sitting in a rut...
Kid's get struck with the lightning hand, a demigod...
Feel the wrath of Anubis, when these bolts get to letting off
No outreach program is safe from harboring you from me..
Online rap can quickly become something to the street...
Who's elite? Don't listen to the voice in your ear...
You talk it enough times into existence, and the choice will appear.
Boys have been scared, telling themselves to not get involved..
Before you know what's coming, get to walking it off
Simple footwork and speedbag punching - the shit is infinite...
Finish this bag up like Bradley Cooper, in Limitless.
Then go to work on these sentences... walls get torn into pieces.
Hear the echo's of the souls that are normally speechless.
Cypher Alumni was always thought to be one guy...
Snipe off competition, they ain't around when we come by.
Feel the shadow across your back, before it is curtains...
And realize all too late these ain't just performative verses
These were formed with a purpose, I'm done playing around with you scum..
Bare witness to the birth of what the style has become
And pay homage. Put a finger to feel a pulse. Man, they ain't conscious.
I ain't looking for motherfuckers to take hostage
I don't want a ransom award, or anyone I'm answering for
I'm shooting on stage before they even get a chance to perform...
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Chance to perform, I'm a chance performer,
I shoot on stage too, cuz I'm a spaff marauder with a wank disorder, tell em shake my hand, smell it, that's ya daughter, unless she's a teenager then it's your wifey tho,
Topic switch, rappity rap, what has transpired bros?
Heard who's dead? Ermm-you-cuz, soon as I align the nose,
I'm remarkably hot, hencefuck I'm with the fire hos,
Bailamos,
I just take selfies in my bathroom when I'm alone n strike a pose like it's vogue,
"Ooo look at me I'm magic" fuck off Dynamo,
I'm not some incel tryna find a hole but
100000000001000000100,
Cuz it's not a cipher flow without a line of code,
Life is dope unless your dying, old, deaf, blind or both, a shadow in the dimming light of hope, a young child stolen by the pope, you, me, every girl n guy I know, in which case yeah, its a giant joke, ask Goliath bro, and I'll reply "i won't go lieth, no, for I have but recently liath with thyeth ho",
Eeny meeny miny mo,
Mo money mo problems mo ways to get high,
Mo gun bars? To turn bodies cold, what I'm aimin suffice,
I stay mobile, gun sideways when I'm taking ya life,
you'll go from portrait to landscape soon as I rotate the device
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https://youtu.be/yy0OJhQwuAw
Shoot'em up
Kill kill kill, murda murda
The cypha with words observed
I must have some nerve, disturbed, thinking I could preserve
Or lead the heard
Whatever I get will be deserved
First off, never in your life second guess me, that's your third strike
You up shits creek
In less than four seconds five shots will equal 6 feet
I exist, in the present
So I'm the gift
Who persists, intellect and wits
Check my prints they match the description
I'm like that white, hard rock, Jane's addiction
Strumming the guitar in the kitchen
You'd think I was Elvis the way I whip it
Everything I say is terrific
Might roll up on a bitch quick Ms what's them digits
And bring a witness when we do our business
That's how you win this
Game of life
Maintain a lane to gain the right
To slap a bitch like Wayne (Brady) Will, Ike
iLL the type to punch out your lights for a Klondike
Fake beef, "Beyond Hype"
When the crackdown you'll see neon lights
Like Terry Crews or The Gotham knight
Combine the two, find a few bodies
I've grinded up a few probably
I need a new hobby
But these niggaz gonna still try to rob me
So I have to be ready to kill, possibly
Once blood spills you're obsolete
There's sharks in the water so it's time to eat
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You're a common shark, I'm a ~megalodon~./
A ~predator on~ competitors, I ~fed on the prawns~./
I use pencils to practice sketching so my ~weapons are drawn~./
The art of taking shots like a ~sketch of Lebron~./
Except my portraits are missing their legs, ~head and their arms~./
Dip my paint brush in the water, leave you ~dead in a pond~./
~Ready with bombs~. This is my ~introduction~, no ~interruption~ to ~pen destruction~./
~End your loved ones~ by ~sending dozens~ of shots my pen's a bar~tender clubbing~./
I'm a barber slash photographer with ~statements I drop~./
Which means I make the cut when I'm ~taking these shots~./
What I ~like to write~, will cause a ~fire fight~ with this en~tire site~./
I will smoke newbies, vets, mods and the re~tired types~./
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Iron Mike... Tyson, on a plane - they ain't trying fight...
God-body Messiah like...
Desire right... inside of me, providing we getting higher. Flight...
Not experiencing turbulence, with this pilot. Might..
Feel the electricity, when you fly a kite...
Sir Isaac Newton, see this Apple, falling out of the tree...
Had the shock value since the blackout, in 2003..
Looking at this power and wondering how it's perceived
Uploading to a browser, n' leave this forum with a thousand of keys...
...Man, 350 degrees, baking, inside of the oven...
I want an equal amount of blueberries inside of this muffin...
When you name your top 5, just make sure that I'm inside that discussion...
Fly over subjects like side winders, binding to brushes
See the artform of finalized touches... it'd be wise for those liars to hush it
Quiet with their non-compliant assumptions..
Even with stomach pain, I bug their brain...
Counter-strike with the rubber aim, a shot hit 'em like a knockout, from Clubber Lang.
Doing sketch work, with a stencil. Doing guest work, with a pencil...
Doing keys with a keyboard. Doing Gods work, with my mental...
I pretty much embody the intrinsic nature of pen and paper...
Penetrate the mind state, with intensive data...
Brain all over the car, like Vincent Vega...
Tell the Wolf to hit the pager, to clean the interior, if your kids in danger.
Blankets for the back, have it looking like new...
A lot evil in this world, what will having good in it do?
Not much, aside from slow the erosion of morality..
How can we go back to that shit when they have it out for me?
Vanilla Ice looking over a three-story balcony
While talking to Suge Knight, attempting to sign his life away.
Difference is night and day.
You step inside of that boss's office? You might get played.
I mean, Snoop kept a knife, on a private plane.
Thinking he would be attacked... you're looking at politicians
and asking them, "Where's my freedom at?"
When you live in a world where you're constantly being tracked..
Occasionally, you look into clearing your cache...
All the while, big brother is aware of your past...
Know you got contraband on you, they're wondering where it is stashed..
Oh, I see it there in his hands...
He must have something illegal on him. I mean, look at the way he's wearing his pants!
And for years that was America's stance...
and now it's about the social media era, for fans.
There's an advance on your rights, and you're fucked if you don't know...
We've been at it for years, seriously, where does this road go?
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https://youtu.be/YIHPQxsrPFU
What shit you on today cuz?...
iLL's on his Nas shit.. I embrace y'all with napalm
In shark infested waters I stay calm
In the boat version of a wraith created by Raytheon
Cuz I got more Niggaz on tap than Savion
Yawn
I'm moving like a queen
You moving like a king or pawn
But you don't understand the game
You thought I was lame cuz you don't know how to play
If I say you hung like a horse means you taking an L
And iLL can give you two like cool J
I'm not gay...
You're the one interpreting words in that way
If a word has a double meaning
And you have trouble always leaning
In the direction of erections
I call that a silent confession
I'm not here to knock or block you
You have my blessings 🫢
Redirect your misdirection to easily deflect misconceptions
I'm a rockstar, 5th dimension
Next question...
Yup
Armed with them weapons
Astral projections
Gas laden asteroid fields
Voids fill with horizons
Now we're enterprising
Synthesizing vibrant environments
Leave a Version of man and give him entitlements
And a book with basic instructions but don't know what to title it
All I know is you can't use violence on your fellow man
Or move like a tyrant but few understand
How can you join a gang then claim you are your own man?
Some do it for the fame
Others say they just following their old man
Who never developed into old hand
Never seen a son and pop on a block patrolling 🤔
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The thoughts I hold in... free-ranged, won't be stopped from molding...
How can you not behold him?
Was a son of a gun, soon as his pop had rolled in...
The barrel is like a black hole... look inside it long enough, see a million of trapped souls...
A Capture still images of pain, like Mark Laita had photographed it...
Even for the frames where they don't know the caption...
Yet, still hold a passion for putting memories on a dry sheet
To awake something that lies deep inside of them, for their own reaction
Protoplasm on the windshield, use the wipers to clean it...
It creates wings from the effect, n' is likened to Jesus
For the holy sect, holding their rosary close to the homie's neck
Tears that trickle down on the black rose that's left...
Project doors, where Ecko and Fubu is brand heritage...
Like polo sweats, if there's a price on your head? They gon' collect.
Ain't no running from the reaper when the reaper comes
Black clouds fog up the air and go in the preacher's lung
Street code and lingo is so much so, that they speak in tongue
Police that come around, get a good look at what we've become
Millionaires, but not through hedge fund investments
Through dirty money connections, that push a weight through corrections
Got the message long before the Hip Hop forefathers
we're speaking on it, then you go talk about it, in confessions
Lessons are hard to come by. Alumni back in this bitch...
On the upside - this is what it looks like, when Dove's Cry
Uh, word to Prince - I'm something likened to royalty...
Cook beef to ravioli, we're feeling like we are Boyardee
Came out the backroom with the order, what is in store for me
I was on the board since the forum peak, with a war mystique...
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~War for me brings more intrigue. Sure to be fun torturing~./
~Orbiting~ forums to de~stroy emcees more joyfully~./
~More to seek~. I Focus on Gladiators like ~Ford and Jeep~./
How words (Howard's) like Terrence allowed me to be a ~War Machine~./
~Importantly~ my ~text are flames~ The Phoenix force soaring across the ~dessert plains~./
The ~dezzi aimed~. I was Celph Taut to be Ill and ~Finesse the game~./
I ~paint my views~ with brushes made with ~ancient tools~./
~Pain's the muse~ with shades and ~Langston Hues~ through ~language used~./
~I frame a truth~ mainly my ~brain produced~ to ~hang with you~./
Strange fruit with guns by Aol to ~Aim at you~./
With ~9s that their holding~. Major issues for adults in their ~mind as their coping~./
They say depression is for Children ~Minor emotions~./
Kids ask innocuous questions a~bout our yesterdays~./
To ~investigate~ their futures and ~how we educate~./
~Elevate~ from questions a Cadillacs (Cat'll ask) like ~Escalades~./
~Regulate~ the roads we Traverse in a ~Chevrolet~./
Cruze over the ~present day~, ~seconds pave~ a way to the future we can't ~legislate~./
~Lead astray~. Revealing thoughts wear a ~negligee~./
~Separate the demons that meditate and scheme in my head to play~./
I scream in the bed I lay~ with several tiers(tears) l'm ~seeing like wedding cakes~./
I ~set Monet~ paintings in the foyer of my ~head's estate~./
My impression is (impressionist) I Claude through thoughts I ~let decay~./
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Can I force some wordplay for 'I let decay'?
Depends whether I gave a Spanish bitch called Aylet D, que?
Raps hot, it's a case of dya quietly rush by the cypher alumni or pick em out the thread like your a tough guy,
that's timelessly unwise,
they'll be the same threads you'll likely get hung by,
2 chords around ya neck I'll start unwinding ya hood ties,
god level, if what I throw ups light it's the sunrise,
their lines get dragged out like "I guess it's finally goodbye",
I decided its fuck life, just as the fighting had run dry in what I was tryin to put right I was surprised with a bust pipe that's why it can suck mine n I'll use my curtain call as a site for my nut wipe
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Spit shittier than dirty diapers - Such a nerdy writer
Quick to hurt an unworthy fighter - Fuck an early riser!
I'm a "in the dead of night"er - With every spliff my spirit's higher
Got the gift to kick a biter if he spits like his shit is tighter
Love the right to bear - Smite without a care
I'm heartless, I'll kick a paraplegic vet down a flight of stairs
Knife his son right through the ear, fuck his wife up in her rear
Squirt cream like a stomped ecclair 'til her guts they can't repair
I tuck chrome, fuck raps I bust poems
My own mother called me a Dirty Bastard, like Russ Jones
I rob homes, jack cars and flip shit for the money
Cuz I'm a junkie, that monkey turned me into a flunky...!
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`Gurneys is where I want these`, ~ridiculous rappers~, ~hitting these bastards~./
`Firmly impair a lung squeeze` ~triggers and blast'em~ quickly till their ~kidneys collapses~./
Then fails like ~kids in their classes~. I got verses like ~Leviticus chapters~./
Meticulous ~scriptures I've crafted~ on ~biblical tablets~ hot as ~Icarus ashes~./
Is intricate and baffles ~Christians & Catholics~. These ~writtens established~ as ~my mightiest~
When ~I write or spit~, I peel nouns and pry verbs (Proverbs) ~like bible scripts~./
Demons in~vade my skull~ I ~pray to God~ the AKs empty when the safety's off./
I'll run your ~face & jaw~ through a ~table saw~. ~Spray your parts~ all over the ~basement ~walls./
~Scrape them off~ then place'em in ~baby jars~ on ~crates and carts~./
~Take them all~ across the street inside the ~neighbor's yard~./
A ~true villain~, watching shots cross the street like ~school children~./
In~to buildings~ filling students till a ~few killed them~./
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Uh... I remember having that Wu feeling...
36 chambers, push the barricades to a new ceiling...
Instilling fear isn't the goal, but it's residual, though...
The Iron Guerilla; I am in militant-mode...
So there's a fine line, far as bars, rhymes and syllables go...
Still at that show, I just build 'em up, like the Gilligan show...
So, I feel like "The Skipper" when I'm out here, pillaging hoes..
Chilling, suppose to be a vet...
After 20 years, n' still couldn't leave the net...
Out here, growing green, like a Chia pet.
Fly till I die, R.I.P for Aailyah's death
'Member listening to Juvenile and D.R.E in my CD deck..
From watching P.A.C go at B.I.G, on my TV set
To being deaths, which, Inadvertently pushed...
the platform of "Gangsta"-rap to mainstream success....
I mean, it couldn't be in a clearer...
Than squeegeeing a mirror, to see it long before the social media era...
- Took over and diluted the brand...
Too many fans running to it to plan out the blueprint for these musical Stans...
Word... and y'all want me to be OK?
Fuck the podium, I'm here to give you the PSA.
The chips on my shoulder, feeling like Frito Lay...
We gon' play the Gambino way, once you see the K; 30 rocking, like Tina Fey.
Word to Teena Marie, it just comes easy to me...
I talk, and words form into rhyme schemes; I don't need to MC...
Generations still chasing a dream, going broke...
Stuck in a sea of failures, where no one floats...
So, it's probably best that you just row the boat... or
end up beside a private yacht, that is throwing rope...
...Still dangling around the nape of the owners throat...
Is it organic? Feeling like we the congregation...
Ain't enough soil for these deep-seeded conversations
Or public discourse... what y'all be yapping out?
Actively scout animosity on a 'per capita' route..
more level-headed, decided to take a measured approach
For these lunatics, using this as a leverage to post...
Mundane topics, I line 'em up in the enemy's scope..
Said it's a joke, 'till you're in a bottomless pit, wit' the end of the rope...
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I key-style - which is flattering, I suppose.
But it's certainly not the best I can do...
every conceptual move is more a less perplexing to whomever
reads the text, and it's true...
twist your neck, till you flesh's askew
n' resembles the Exorcist, too. I spit transgression, the few
that see it, need the rest of the view
to come to the conclusion that it's not an illusion..
You see? I plot it, a lot like...the thought's amusing
so jot it in use a melodic fusion of patterns drawn...
to time segments n' periodical movements..
Word...
Got em' crumbling, dog ...n' some will applaud...
the rest will hate, designate shots that penetrate
thoughts faster than a millisecond of conscious...
Which is all I need for me to step into your subconscious slate...
contemplate a world of my own, n' push your boundaries beyond its gate...
Heartless - nothing platonic, mate...
sort of demonic, more than iconic, traits of hip hop pull your monitor from it's sardonic state..
Yeah, fuck it. I'm keying.
But feel like I'm dreaming in time, can't see what my mind's weaving..
teetering the scales of your logic, how's our product even?
It's not... you're mistaken here...I'm awaken, but bare naked, yeah...
rear-naked choke-hold the heir, make it clear...
Placing my stakes in here like the market, I'm taking shares...
Bone hoe's (Bono's) like Chaz - yeah, I think it's Cher...
I think it's fair enough... reflecting modern concepts, putting the mirrors up..
Make it abundantly clear, to queers, when I hear yah stuff...
Mixed emotions involved, I don't think you're dope here it all...
Can't aFord to lose my Focus at all...
Social media's grown to evolve, n' y'all are just another post on the wall...
I'm a dirt bag, a bag of dirt. You maggots hurt.
Mad... seeing the plague at work - you live in the 90's there, with your dragon shirt.
My style's a product of transcending. Plans ending to begin
of thinking outside of the box, as soon as I see the side's unlocked.
Outside of Zion, the lion that watches the herd running like it's a Fox..
My writing is shots of lightning, brightening watts in my idea bulb..
Feeding off of the pre-evolved sub species, y'all...
Because I can, exposing the upcoming plan... fuck a fan.
Got drive, tie up your seat-buckle band...
Feeling tired n' weary... comparing William Paley's design with science and theory...