Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

Ay, Virb...



You're sounding fatigued... must be SO exhausting
being clowned, every key.
Pounded n' beat every round, 'cuz I am simply out of your league.
You're dying, b. Leave it to you to take
my "out of context" line, out of context, guy; oh, the irony.
Hoe - spot blown, entirely. I'm looking at the after-effect...
Wanting to get in a scrap, medics will be leaving with the scraps of you, left.
I'd say fortune/4chan is closer than paradox/catalog ...but what are your thoughts?
And that's just one small example compared to every one of your drops
Yep, I'm old. Like that's indicator of real stuff.
If we look at it that way, you're probably young... n' you still suck.
So, you say you're chopping it up... but there's still no ingredients..
Pagliacci? No, Adrian Veidt... since I killed The Comedian...
Celph absorbed? Like this nerd would attack...
I'll donate blood willingly to you, in hopes it'd make you worthy a rap...
But I'm sure you'll still lack, so why even bother with it? You're not committed.
And yeah, I do nap... after every rap that you got submitted...
Snoring through 'em boring lines of yours...
A Yung line, oh, how mature. Milking the old thing, but, sounding like cow manure.
Al B. Sure to lay out the differences... they are Nite and Day...
That's when you're riding my sack? The people know, Right Of Way...
That's the type of shit you're on, huh? Well, I'll be realer.
And proclaim you as the goat... of shitty name flips, n' weak filler.
A cheap thriller... didn't think you'd get emotional...
Exposed you, though. But then again, that's how this was supposed to go.
You drop... I come back, kill it, you try to justify...
How you got dusted by the old head, AND up-and-coming guys.
It's a vicious cycle, but I'll leave it to you to interpret it...
You ain't even worth the click of the PC you write your verses with
I'm genuinely shocked you think you are a goat...
When you've done NOTHING in two years, here, to prove you are dope.
Aside from say it, n' be less believable when read it, though
I guess just saying it's enough these days for it being so
No... V... get out the rhyme cypher... n' become battle tested...
You're so full of yourself... yet, so anorexic, it's damn perplexing....
Word vomit, explanations, Celph flips - man... you rock...
Ill's 2 and 1... far as I'm concerned? That's still one more win than you got..
Telling him to shut up... let me guess, "I'm Virb; I have nothing to prove!
I hurl insults before I start my raps... but realize that I suck at that, too."
True... I mean what stories? Everything I'm stating, is facts..
You ain't the goat, virb, just because you want to play one, in raps.
Daemon, relax. Let me go ahead n' shit on your pity-party.
You rip it, hardly. "Yeah. Your grind, bro? Isn't gnarly".

[Ill Finesse]

Yo...

I like to play with words
Pro now vs verbs
Spice and herbs
What's served is a nerd who wants to be heard
Look up and observe the vultures
Your name is lame and is another example of how crackers try to curb the culture
You kidding me? I'm a runaway pygmie, history you wouldn't find on disney
You Sydney, my niggaz wit me in New Guinea
I'm the man like I got the power of grayskull within me
Within my hands, my fingers type
What lingers are ringers like most right wingers
Restore the light bringers, Aja Yoruba Orisha
You have none of my features
I could teach ya but would it reach ya?
Creature from Esau, he fall, iLL is too skilled to sleep on (yeah)
I bring the earth, wind & fire so that's the reason, why we here
One tried to disregard thee Gawd
At first I didn't care.. is he not aware?
Or maybe he don't got a pair?
Or just a fuckin retard
He hard? HaHa you a hee-haw
Only time you'll come up is on a seesaw
Whatever you drum up, I've seen it all
I don't know why but most pictures of Greek Gods are naked and their penis small
Stop it V
I don't know if I'm dropping these, entendres properly
But last time I came up was when your bitch was on top of me
You thinking Monogamy, she's thinking autonomy
I was thinking you was on to me so I bounced...

[Phalanx]

Honestly...I'm so tired of Ill Finesse in the cypher
Hope you fall into a pit with twelve different vipers..
That are sure as hell viscous biters!
My elements fire, I'mma eloquent writer
Flyer than any pelican type bird
Its like I casted a spell when I type words
Mario Problems...You want the shell or the pipe, nerd?
Game over, We'll hail ya a nice hearse
No way you could prevail against my verse
Call in a sparky, & tell em its light work
Getcha fucking circuits fried,
Lip swole & purple eyes
Homie you'll get murderized!
Truth is you're a nerdy guy with wordy lines
And concepts that we've heard like nine-
Or even thirty times!
I'm certain I'm of a surgeons mind
Cut em with the perfect slice
Organs in first, like church design
Homie I am girdle tight!
You more like the Urkle-type
Claim to be a vet, but I've seen nothing to back that
So many holes in ya resume, Shia Lebouf getting flash backs

[Virbius]

Ay, Virb...



You're sounding fatigued... must be SO exhausting
being clowned, every key.
Pounded n' beat every round, 'cuz I am simply out of your league.
You're dying, b. Leave it to you to take
my "out of context" line, out of context, guy; oh, the irony.
Hoe - spot blown, entirely. I'm looking at the after-effect...
Wanting to get in a scrap, medics will be leaving with the scraps of you, left.
I'd say fortune/4chan is closer than paradox/catalog ...but what are your thoughts?
And that's just one small example compared to every one of your drops
Yep, I'm old. Like that's indicator of real stuff.
If we look at it that way, you're probably young... n' you still suck.
So, you say you're chopping it up... but there's still no ingredients..
Pagliacci? No, Adrian Veidt... since I killed The Comedian...
Celph absorbed? Like this nerd would attack...
I'll donate blood willingly to you, in hopes it'd make you worthy a rap...
But I'm sure you'll still lack, so why even bother with it? You're not committed.
And yeah, I do nap... after every rap that you got submitted...
Snoring through 'em boring lines of yours...
A Yung line, oh, how mature. Milking the old thing, but, sounding like cow manure.
Al B. Sure to lay out the differences... they are Nite and Day...
That's when you're riding my sack? The people know, Right Of Way...
That's the type of shit you're on, huh? Well, I'll be realer.
And proclaim you as the goat... of shitty name flips, n' weak filler.
A cheap thriller... didn't think you'd get emotional...
Exposed you, though. But then again, that's how this was supposed to go.
You drop... I come back, kill it, you try to justify...
How you got dusted by the old head, AND up-and-coming guys.
It's a vicious cycle, but I'll leave it to you to interpret it...
You ain't even worth the click of the PC you write your verses with
I'm genuinely shocked you think you are a goat...
When you've done NOTHING in two years, here, to prove you are dope.
Aside from say it, n' be less believable when read it, though
I guess just saying it's enough these days for it being so
No... V... get out the rhyme cypher... n' become battle tested...
You're so full of yourself... yet, so anorexic, it's damn perplexing....
Word vomit, explanations, Celph flips - man... you rock...
Ill's 2 and 1... far as I'm concerned? That's still one more win than you got..
Telling him to shut up... let me guess, "I'm Virb; I have nothing to prove!
I hurl insults before I start my raps... but realize that I suck at that, too."
True... I mean what stories? Everything I'm stating, is facts..
You ain't the goat, virb, just because you want to play one, in raps.
Daemon, relax. Let me go ahead n' shit on your pity-party.
You rip it, hardly. "Yeah. Your grind, bro? Isn't gnarly".

Celph “killed The Comedian”, dropping idioms.
Nah the comedian killed Celph. Robin Williams.
You get pissed off real easy and it’s damn pathetic.
This angry old man puts the ‘pop’ in apoplectic.
I see Celph as lightweight, I ain’t “anorexic”.
Wait, I’mma give that shit a quick remix...
Even IllFinesse seems sick compared to what he spits;
Seeing Celph makes me feel Ill, like bulimics.
You’re an asshole, and I’m legit... so it’s easy...
Show the difference between ‘rectal’ and ‘real’, when I take out ‘CT’.
This idiot struggles to understand when I get productive...
I’mma take out ‘CT’, he ain’t ‘construed’ what I ‘constructed’.

[Celph Taut]

Celph “killed The Comedian”, dropping idioms.
Nah the comedian killed Celph. Robin Williams.
You get pissed off real easy and it’s damn pathetic.
This angry old man puts the ‘pop’ in apoplectic.
I see Celph as lightweight, I ain’t “anorexic”.
Wait, I’mma give that shit a quick remix...
Even IllFinesse seems sick compared to what he spits;
Seeing Celph makes me feel Ill, like bulimics.
You’re an asshole, and I’m legit... so it’s easy...
Show the difference between ‘rectal’ and ‘real’, when I take out ‘CT’.
This idiot struggles to understand when I get productive...
I’mma take out ‘CT’, he ain’t ‘construed’ what I ‘constructed’.

Please don't tell me it took you 5 days to write that?
Despite that, Thomas Edison would have a laugh at that 'light' tap...
Alright, that's right in your lane...
Might've been playing yourself, wit' that tired acclaim..
Lion, to gain sympathy from my guys - it's a shame.
Pride will get slain... than tumor will reign to your skull
since I know that I'm on your 'brain'...
Every time you decide to drop a key in here, never 'mind' what you're saying...
Yeah, your punches par for parkour...
All that high walls, your... far from anything hardcore...
Well, welcome to your dark horse...
raping any decency of a concept. Yeah, they ARE forced.
No talent or skill... you ain't a challenge, I feel
Going at Marleny would be a better battle, for real...
House of Cards has fallen over the years, Virb - how do you 'deal'...
Speaking of Robin... your nick name should be lewy bodies
When you're leaving a drop, since reading it off
It's no wonder why it's 'easily forgotten'...
Cutting out the weeds, so that I can put up my seeds, for adoption..
1 and 2 is both a loss for you, and after 3? there's no option!
I put the pop in apoplectic?... you put the pussy, in pussy.
You put the bitch in bitch... n' you'll put your foot in your casket, if you push me
Rookie... the fuck I look like? Your mirror reflection?
There's no question... the whole gym is embarrassed by your arrogant flexing..
You wouldn't be caught dead in a room where there wasn't yes men..
So, suit up Fat Boy, n' put on your best Eric impression...
With that choppy movement - I'm not in to it...
Looking like spoiled milk, but not as fluid...
You've been crying over spilt milk since I got the movement. So, stop it... stupid...
2 years of those SAME old concepts is not improvement...
You're a 3 dollar bill, attempting to drop your two cents...
Look to Obama, for change...
You comical, n' you are not in my lane.
But since you're SO dense, I should probably explain... with cue cards...
What you've done in 2 years? I did... in two bars.
So, here's your new start: quit.
And, I know. That is probably too hard...
But not even Obama Care is a bigger failure than you are.
I flip "CT", "Celph" "Celph" stupid fucking name flips...
Nothing ever changes...
Go back to the first day you came, bitch
n' realize you're still dropping the SAME SHIT.
So of it's course "it's easy"...
You've been forcing keys, 'cuz your poor n' needy.
You'll need to open those doors, to see me.
I mean, keep 'em open until you know what's the deal...
Nobody feels you - they're emotionless, still...
Till I poke you, n' now you'll be in motion, less still...
Phony, your build is only set for that poser appeal
So chum up, lad... you'll finally get the point, when I go for the kill..
You know, the jugular...
That math doesn't make sense on your record, if I'm to sum it up..
To put it bluntly? Ain't done enough.
You're a dummy... a runner up... a third string...
A underling to the underling... really, you haven't done a thing.
Now, get off Ills balls, n' let em' relax...
That's 5 days of riding pain he will never get back...
Riding the coat tails of everybody you name drop...
I don't even take it as a diss no more when you say "Taut"...
Thinking that you came hot... after all this time
with line after line? You're only back in the same spot...

[Ill Finesse]

Honestly...I'm so tired of Ill Finesse in the cypher
Hope you fall into a pit with twelve different vipers..
That are sure as hell viscous biters!
My elements fire, I'mma eloquent writer
Flyer than any pelican type bird
Its like I casted a spell when I type words
Mario Problems...You want the shell or the pipe, nerd?
Game over, We'll hail ya a nice hearse
No way you could prevail against my verse
Call in a sparky, & tell em its light work
Getcha fucking circuits fried,
Lip swole & purple eyes
Homie you'll get murderized!
Truth is you're a nerdy guy with wordy lines
And concepts that we've heard like nine-
Or even thirty times!
I'm certain I'm of a surgeons mind
Cut em with the perfect slice
Organs in first, like church design
Homie I am girdle tight!
You more like the Urkle-type
Claim to be a vet, but I've seen nothing to back that
So many holes in ya resume, Shia Lebouf getting flash backs

Limp Dick Meds is gunning for my head
Made Phalanx go into his bag
Which is good for a slice and a stab
I'm cut into slabs, loaded into trucks
They make all the bucks and you take half
You swelling..
You called me a nerd, then called yourself a pelican
I'm just trying to break parts of your skeleton
Darts to your melon then
March to the betterment of the communities affected by gun violence
Son, Silence
Keep quiet, Try it with my harder sound
Don't make me come back there
I'll turn this car around
My barz renown, after we sparred you found I'm not to be fucked wit
You the type to sell cheeseburgers and if that doesn't work then you suck dick
The type to get bitch slapped in public by a muppet
If we ever were to meet I would reenact this subject
Pat your pockets for duckets
Bystanders watching but fuck it
Most of them laughing about how you got truck sticked
DUSTED
Holders of the cypher sceptre have stained glass mirrors encrusted
I watch from the sidelines, biding time..yeah son
Pat Mahomes year 1
Year 2 near you fearful earfuls
First what appears is doom
Then your family faces dispair over where goes the heirlooms
The pawn shop only offered $200
For everything you ever worked for, beloved
If only you could sell the blades you cut with in your rhymes
When you talk that tough shit
We know you bluffing but I love it
In real life you'd either get hit or hear bullets buzzing
That's how we play the dozens
Namaste to anyone who thought I wasn't
The only time you been a suspect of a crime is when the crime is being suspect
-iLL

[Celph Taut]

Yeah... Virb, take some days to recover.
I ain't playing you, brother. I'm saying, you get slain, like the others.
I remain in the top seat; your monotony
Not goin' be enough to be stopping me - write shit, properly.
Drop a key n' then off to sleep. No sweat: Anhidrosis...
This man is hopeless attempting to fight for the crown...
But, I stand the loc'est...
No hinges here, bitch. You can't approach this!
Got stocks in this, like your standard brokerage...
House of cards, I called the Comedian's bluff, with a hand of Jokers.
Rest in peace to Williams; you silly, son.
Just wanted to know where you're really from.
What's the dilly', leave fresh prints/Fresh Prince from here to the Philly slums...
Out on the road, dog. I'm dropping DX's, bigger than Billy Gunns.
Word... oh, you want restitution... ??
Selling yourself short, sounds to me like your best solution.
Or perhaps, talking about how often your clout chasing endeavors...
Have got you lost on the route..
Yeah, you the man, Virb. But not in this house.
You were talking 'wild', so, I got to just 'pounce'...
Jaw 'wired across', like offshore accounts
Feel like mankind when I'm socking your mouth...
Where your records at? Gotta check for that.
"15" minutes a fame that I kill in "two seconds", flat.
Speaking of flat...
I just kick down the doors to yours when I need to relax.
Come in seconds before I see you, leave out the back..
Pussy... you're only in the cyphers...talking about keys...
I drop, I know you're not gonna leave...
You're only good, when you talk about me...
Avoiding real text heads like the plague, that's why your not in the leagues..
I mean, how much of a scared bitch can you possibly be?
I know I know, I drop long texts...
To pre-emptively destroy you when you log on, next.
Still ain't on my radar, now.
Or in my circle, you're just an Urkel I play around...
To counteract that weak rap you've been laying down...
"Es mi semana" "Yo soy tu padre"
You talk a good game, but it's because you get it off me.
Otherwise? You got a chip on your shoulder - you're looking salty...
Other lines, knock a chip of your soldiers, n' kill your army.
I feel it's hardly a challenge...
Seriously, you're garbage, I doubt it's
Even worth it anymore, for me to respond, whether it's bars, or your talent.
of which there is none... ridiculous, son.
But it's easy to pick on you, Virb, in two words - where do you think that interest comes from?
Fucck... bank roll on this stank hoe.
Washed up; go walk the plank, home.
He'll get the point, without a shank, thrown.
King of the Hill when I swing at your grill..
'Cuz I know the 'boy ain't right/write' - shit I should be sitting on Hank's throne..
The boy's hype... says he's "decorated"
but won't "show his stripes". tailing behind real veterans, like funeral patroller lights..
C'mon... still at his throat, 'till the apple's broke...
He's rapping, but I ain't trying hear that racket, bro... like John McEnroe
Shut it, and quit you're yapping, hoe.
You ain't show me a thing...
If you go in the ring? You won't even swing...
Where's the talent Mandela told you to bring? Left it in UK?
But, this is rapbattles? Shit, i can get you in two ways..
Ambidextrous; new age. And I'm the best at this - you ain't..
Should be a professor with all the lessons that you take
A one trick pony... break your fucking hooves off..
And give it to you as a good luck charm, whenever you drop...
Knowing you'll need more than that...
5 minute video skills, just a 'boring hack'...
Losing everything, over rap - you are Warren Sapp!

[Echelon]

I'm the OBSTACLE COURSE for wack rappers and backbackers
Whoever comes my way gets slashbackwards
I'm nostradamus predicting the future, past, and present
IRISDECENT MIND CANNON IS A BLESSING -- carry weapons
I'm the writer from the darth planet -- rip apart granite
I talk outlandish in darth tongues like darth vader
SLAY creators -- beyblade haters and cross trainers
I slashed a jawbreaker in half before it entered the mouth
Because I'm a emcee with no riducule but to ridicule you
SUch a animal i should be locked up in a fucking ZOO
Lion's and tigers, hyennas and jaguars
Just know one of them(JAGUARDS) I USE FOR MY FAST car
I got weapons of mass destruction; slashing gumption
\the eruption of planets -- standard granite
BASHING PLANETS TO PIECES -- granite stone
I'm alone -- in a cementary mediating to broken priaries
For I'm a hynenna laughing at poets and epics
I'm a leper, I've been triumphant
For I am a sea leper; in the ocean of water
When you enter the temple; I'm devotion to slaughter..

[Celph Taut]

Sea of hopefulness for their emotional harbours
Filling the holes to depart from forgoing the absent roles of their fathers
So their own daughters don't turn to using substance abuse
To placate the trauma; it's common to not know what is the truth
Hit the streets, with these pimps running their loot
And build an empire that makes a pipeline to other recruits
It's no wonder this generation has become a recluse
Through systemic failures, got the lower class jumping through hoops
El Diablo... I treat my own fame, as infamy.
No game can interest me anymore, rather get informed
- then settle scores with no name net rappers, talking on message boards
About being goats, 'till you press 'em for accolades...
Then it's radio silence... guess somebody died..
Oh wait, I heard this story... hundreds of times.
Somebody's lying. The Death of a Salesman's back, because I don't buy it..
One of the best, n' you'll come to realize it. I'm just having fun in this climate.
Forward is back, n' back is forward...
Cats talking shit, with no tracks recorded... n' that's who I'm to go back n' forth with? (smh)
Running laps around these clowns, make the athletes forfeit...
What's beef? My ops fighting for skills that I was actually born with..
But enough about that.. legendary, off a couple of tracks..
And Open Mics and now, I just wanna relax.
Cuz I know they don't want it, on wax.
Been decades, with no audio match.
Bodying cats, forever. Cold day in hell, 'fore I take n' L.
Come on stage, and well... remember Dave Chapelle?
Get rolled out on a stretcher, n' we'll just say you fell..
I ain't tripping... envisioning a hard smack
To send their jaw back behind their head; hear an "Ah, snap!"
Gobsmacked by it... all the chattering...
It's flattering... imagining all of them, trying rap, again.
Man, I grab this pen. Completely snap it, then
Drop the broken pieces, inside of your hand. So you know I am the man.

[Echelon]

LUTHERAN COMPANIONSHIP..calcifer's flame..lUCFIER THE DEVIL FELL WITH FLAAMES
I am the name echelon..petro sconce..never flawed
I am the brandish steel of brandish steel..I AM REALLY REAL
KILLING HULK MONSTERS WITH SWORDS..I AM LORD
SILLY SYLLABLE SPITTER>KILLING MINUSCKLE KILLERS
SILLY NIGGER LORD KILLERS..KILLING SILLY WHORE DEALERS
I am not to be fucked with in war.. I'm A SWORD
A SILLY SWORD BLUE SCIMITAR KILLING LORDS..

[Celph Taut]

Killing boards... asking me, why I'm still on forums...
'Cuz of my foundation these clowns chasing around, ancient.
Tell 'em to now face it...
Tell 'em look at the arches, there, on the crown placement..
How they sound basic...
Found pages of mine, it's sounding outrageous...
Do a sound check before the set, leave the crowd anxious.
Word... I'm just telling 'em how it will go...
Settle down, little one, I am now in control...
I was out on the road, while they were digging them out of the snow...
Pulling the wreckage out, n' setting it down, on the tow...
Picture perfect, - invincible; the Di Vinci code.
Writing symphonies, while watching the interest, grow.
Keep your distance, bro. You imbeciles...
Wanna diss me. It's awfully risky to talk against me
Shot of whiskey on the nightstand, by the tele, as I'm watching Nipsey.
How you can go from accomplishments, to a coffin, six feet.
Fuck it... say the word - it's my story to tell.
Have the plush arrangements waiting for you, as well.
Cold sweats in old sweats, like I was at the gym...
Money is on my mind; I'm finally cashing in
Dunking the baskets in, while they're steady throwing at the rim...
With the alley-oop shot. Don't worry, he will be back, again.
Fastest to the net, with a hoop-throw; leave the booth, cold...
You know they won't be able to bring their recruits, home.

[Virbius]

Yeah they ain’t bring recruits home...
And the truth’s known but it goes over heads when they flew drones,
Folks trippin, busy staring at new phones in this wasteland littered with strewn bones,
And it goes over heads like the nukes thrown, in this world of doomed clones,
Where Mother Nature cries in subdued tones, hope withering like the fruit grown,
And we modelled frag grenades after spruce cones,
And it goes over heads like our tombstones.

[Ill Finesse]

Yooooooo

Nooooooo

Ini meney miney moe
Catch a tiger, I'm a Liger
Make you whiter, think I were in some ooze, check the geiger
He ain't no minor, he is a major player
Players layered sent wayward to the IR like Hayward
Say word
Now say your prayers, I'm the mayor/purveyor and perpetrators are haters
Don't have to name them, I'm greater
If you got a limp dick your bitch will need a vibrator
First four letters, birds of a feather, put a plan together to violate you
So I make food
Greek style, Marinated Lemon chicken, grape leaves
Parsnip mixed with arsenic and when your hearts hit and you start garggling
I'm an artist
Sorry Darling, there's no reason to be arguing
I'm the natural choice like Darwin
they outta use my voice in Garmins
Once we hear your voice we hoist up charmin
You moist like a bitch and had more niggaz in your shit than carmen
It's alarming the harm when online cyphers disarm your jargon
Once you started I was talking to myself when I begged your pardon
Once I embark, things turn dark, you become my arch nem
I don't do compartments but I mentalize
You thinking this was a gentle ride, you get penalized with genocide
Hi
You suck like the Fly played by Jim Carey on the head of Joe Bi
On saturday night live
Why?
We start with your drive
Before you write you feel marginalized
You might be right cuz there's a star in your eyes
No not in a mirror
All you'll find there is an inferior exterior
I'm kinda right
Only Anime I rep is Black Dynamite
If you rep too much more than that, fact, you're a clown in life
Real niggaz can't be around them types
But this the internet so I bet I'm building a mound of dislikes
Yikes
Look at all these half demons
Nowhere to be found is christ
Who do you believe in? Wrongfully choose and its you deceiving
Like who are the Jews and who the heathens
Once you find out the truth do you pursue a grievance in Lieu achievement?

-iLL

[Celph Taut]

Got bars like the county guards, pushing through the precinct
Religious girls posting nudes for online dudes, in secret.
While institutions are telling you who you should sleep with
"Virginity's forbidden fruit - what will you do to keep it?"
I don't revel in allegories or false tales...
I don't revel in Beta soy-boys they call males..
I don't revel in what it means to them. We ain't dumb...
Tell me, how do you see the sun?
Where they end, and where we've begun?
Bridge the gap between me and them, I don't need to run
Nigga's be in a race for depleted funds, waiting on their relief to come...
Cash, money, hoes - you wonder where that belief is from?
Instilled in you, as they're building to their utopia..
This freedom? It isn't owed to us, so, you don't adjust... well,
as the modern slave, slipping, out of his owner's cuffs
Commercial real estate, flashing dollar bills from your loaner trucks.
Past or future, it all comes down to a moment in time...
Live in the present, by your fam', without owing a dime...
I talk to 'em, watch the truth drop through 'em
Safe to say, there will people quick to show what you're not doing
Yet, the world keeps turning, don't it? Special operative..
People talking shit on you, and your accomplishments
Certain they can do better, yet have never did a thing...
Running at the mouths, I find all of that noise, ain't interesting.
More like a fluff piece. Give them the point; I know that it cuts, deep.
Everybody's gangster out here, 'till they hear Russ speak
And now it's recanted statements n' changing narratives
Lawyer correspondence to podcasts, out of embarrassment
Desperate for a sliver of your crumbling respect...
Don't know what's coming next. Is it bugging on Flex?
Is it NFT endorsements or shilling, under duress?
It it doing shows, livestreaming to a couple of guests?
I mean, what is it, dog? Really acting big n' all..
With nothing to show for it, it almost feels like you ripped me off.
Strangers wanted the light, n' are paying, dearly..
So, I will say it clearly, so they can hear me over there: You AIN'T O' LEARY!
Shut the fuck up... breathe, n' then exhale.
Don't fight against the tides, homie - just sail.
You the guy... well, I ain't in the mood to try...
Especially over music, when you got much more to lose, than I.
I was bumping tunes in my room, in 92, when I...
was 6, 2 years from the recording of Foolish Pride...
And oh, my Foolish Pride got me in trouble...
Kid would ride over my fingers, in kindergarten, so, I got in a scuffle.
Mom said knock 'em out, n' that's exactly what I did
Principal tried to call, she cussed him out, so I never got in shit
Fast forward now, my battles are fought a lot more strategically..
With words and not fists for whomever disagrees with me
And decides it's worth fallen on that sword, it's cool...
In 04', I was bored, in school. So, the boards would do.
Even started recording, too.
Back then, they had a lot of forum crews
Which you could join. Now, there's a dissimilation, of sorts.
These big corporations decided to take it, by force.
And, I mean, I don't wanna get into that...
Don't want to make this a political chat...
So all you button-downed heads, you can sit in the back.
If commercialization didn't happen, you wouldn't listen to rap..
No, this is more about me... keep it a buck.
Tell the people what's up...
360 deals, make you a slave to your label, got to sleep in your truck.
The impact they feel after, is like a knee to the gut.
They don't tell you how you have to tour, back-to-back...
To make up for what you lack, in store.
While you're broke the whole time - that's what an 'advance' is for.
You owe it back. Sitting there, thinking that cash was yours.
End up in a hole, label going home with your last awards

[Ill Finesse]

Okaaaaay, I'm reloaded
Down is how I holds it
Clowns get folded
Sounds like "oh shit" is spoken
Noses broken
Shaped like Vulcan
Ape like commotion
In the basket, now rub the lotion
Hold up, fuck, this bud is potent
Got a thug Nigga floatin like a butterfly
With my mug everywhere you'd swear it was Shutterfly
Unlike other guys, I'll tell your mother hi
Then do a drive by and send her son to the other side
Then your mother cries, forcing me to utter lies
Telling her I don't know why this shit happens
Inside I'm laughing, thinking about his reaction when his life was flashing
She held me tight like she wanted thug passion
She drops her phone then looks back at me with her ass bent
My mind absent
Later that night we gone be smashing
Fast forward now I'm dashing-ly-late cuz it's my fashion
She's not trying snack, takes me to the back
Pulls out a magnum
POW �� pow �� POW
Now I'm spazzing
A euphoric feeling kinda orgasmic
The magnum was a 357 automatic
I stumble out the house, collapse in traffic
Tragic, but this coming I had it
Where I come from, I'm just playing the averages
Where the average is where the most savage live...