Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

Uh, money skimmer with a huge grin
Pockets fat, the bouncer said I couldn't bring those jewels in. (I did)
Right through the security scanner.
Clearly standing there, with my hands up.
Said I didn't care, 'cuz I plan ta
Still kick my feet up, like terrible dancers
Yeah, I'm serious. Guerilla warfare - my gear, is bananas.
I carry it, like I carry these stanzas.
Yo, slide in like Kramer do.
Catch these hands, this the type of show you gon' pay to view.
I don't know what to say to you
Other than I'm Agnostic, so, fuck the god you are praying to.
Nigga, you should pray to me.
Crazy life, homie - C'est la vie
Hopping; riding the train, for free.
Chop the tree from the root. Only did it to save the weed.
Said I'm money-conscious, but that's what paving the way, for greed.
Cop these hands as soon as you cop an attitude...
You get that one on the house. Just don't blame me there for the shattered roof..
Let the glass come through... raining on your head
See the gash, for proof.
Then rob your ass before you can stash the loot.
After that, take the cops on a fast pursuit
Suicide By Cop, so that they have to shoot.
DON'T SHOOT ME! Keep it tight, but I - flow loosely.
Aye yo, truthfully.
When I die? They gonna bury this booth with me.
Truthfully, I'm Limitless - you're not gonna Bradley Cooper me.
British slang: I need two for tea. That's tea for two.
At the pub, drinking tea to two. The place is open from three to two.
Such a stalemate, I don't even move
You have a lot of books, mate
But what you can't do, is read the room.
And I revel in glee and doom...
If I was black, ghostwriting allegations is something that we'd assume...
Not me, but you!
So 'reel', you cut me? n' Scarface scenes begin bleeding through.
So real, surreal... uhm... siri and cereal.
Enough horsepower 'round here to lift a rabbit in a merry-go...
Horsepower round.... hare... - uh, here we go.
If you have to explain it, Celph, it ain't lyrical. (it ain't)
Well, fuck it... tell the new gen DX fans to suck it...
Lines Mos Definitely gon' cause a Rawkus

[Homicidal]

upon further discussion the mirror's certain my justice found murder the subsequent reaction
.. and I have nothing.. guess i'm too used to writing with a pen?
you are literally witnessing writers block by the finest of extent
I'm trying to pretend but i straight up sound like shit
like I cant function properly-i'm failing calculus
like it used to be easy-I was saving a ho
but it feels like I'm choking like I strangled her throat
.. these pages evoke changes to most with intellect claiming as host
you either get it or you don't like a grade that you hoped
i'm rearranging writtens with more 'likes' than the pages I wrote
this ain't basically dope.. inconsistent on the real
and it ain't hoopin', it's a different type of feel
though when thoughts rattle off I leave snakes killed
thinking outta left field like day dreaming defenders
and I ain't gotta rhyme shit
the knife play cleaning contenders up with they own blood
cut for the code was keep that mouth shut or it's no love
the punishment's utterly cold bruh
fuck up your whole mug, left stuck like an old plug
serving the same junkies the whole struggle
.. whippin' bumping lyrical shit-i'm way outta place
distant from my own human race-major in ways
what's whack is nice and mother fuckers follow
this shit is fucking wild, the level of psychological abuse
shouldn't surprise you-it's psychological abuse
get it, ya dig? simple mindsets are amused
where few need to feed concepts to improve
critical thought leaves process of the truth
left as a gem to be remarkable when used
hurdles are mere obstacles in route
and I guess that's it...