Keystyle Cypher!

[Ill Finesse]

iLL back with that Grade A
Bout to break it down like Crazy Legs
If you pump fake, then you'll have to fade away
I see this happen in my day to day interactions
As the main attraction
I remain active, wherever I choose to entertain causes traffic
Grew up Catholic, now I'm on my 42 Laws of Maat shit
When they say Pagan, that means it got blacks in it
It's not an accident, they wanna say we was absent
Which is absurd, fast forward to today and they want our masters..
of ceremonies to share stories
From afar it might appear glorious, I swear its annoyin'
Toying with my community, as a clairvoyant, it's not new to me
I been on board like charcuterie
Ever since Mos Def said they want to put us in their usury
Foolishly falling for deceptive practices from officials that you elected
I've always taken the stance that Malcolm X kicked
Just two sides of the same evil
One side out front with it, the other claims we equal
Always in cuffs, don't even have the rights that they read you
Have the nerve to brag bout havin' a Jewish paralegal
Without ever thinking once on why would you need to
Since slavery they been mentally capping my people
Stop believing in all the crap that they feeding you
Don't be so quick to overreact and do what's reasonable
Better yet stop resisting
You don't have a pot to piss in
Cops/Ops, now the plot thickens
The only thing this is not is fiction
The tradition is affliction with attrition in addition
The poison that infiltrates the culture has us ducking pistons
Who's to blame, the system or the victims
The depictions are ambiguous symptoms of a society that lacks wisdom
Yet moves to an exact rhythm


-iLL

[Urban Dialect]

but don't worry, God will change the world through a cataclysm,
either a natural disaster or a nuclear blast reducing the enemies around you into ashes
or maybe both at the same time,
what if volcanos explode; smoke covers the globe so the sun can't shine?
or a nuclear winter, where there's a shortage of food, and there' s only you, who are you going to depend on?
all the money you've accumulated is useless,
and you don't even have the skills to live off the raw land, and you can't Youtube it,
so, when you see my dead body on the side of the road, just know the berries I hold are poisonous
try to avoid them, after looting my body move me off the path into the foliage,
so wild animals won't attack people headed where going

[Homicidal]

I say ..
.. kinda obvious nocturnally toxic-brolic as Tyson bite'n ears off the guys he fightin'
exemplary terror-I bury fairy faggots who scary carrying baggage hope'n
the parachute you use when you jump don't open as the secondary tangles
manglin' your body as soon as you hit the concrete
.. this is 90's inspired fire dragons don't wont no part of me
partying wit the artistry-carving each lyric sharper than barbers
cuttin' a mean fade, I see shade and make it shine takin' time
it's no pressure to make it rhyme-see my lecture impresses the thinkers
even drinkers seek the syncracy seepin from each finger as this typing entices
the types wit vice grips around this rap shit..
.. i'm serious the flow switches like nas in illmatic
a catalyst inspiring average shit to elevate like those who meditate at heavens gate
who never say never-better yet permission give'n to severe heads
if ever there were endeavors you didn't finish
I run on like a sentence never ending like the pen ran out of ink
the planet stinks so have a chief and laugh a bit at these activist
who be turnin' heads yappin' lips, make 'em burn of lead
pass the grip blast it quick and dip quicker than gangstas shootin' savage out the whip
.. don't say i'm bite'n it's never that please enlighten' me in the cypher
you shiesty mother fuckers get sliced up-dumped in the dumpsters
better yet its a lake wit gators eatin' relevant evidence keepin' the case cold
..

[Celph Taut]

My hands like a deck of cards, make a face, fold.
The best playwright to date, is the story that ain't told.
My reality might as well be the greatest show...
Way to go from underground to play, on the radio...
From stages, know my tongue's a serrated blade that's paraded, so
You say the wrong thing, I'm fileting your lil brain, fa' show...
I ain't playing, yo, big budget mayhem, like HBO
The case is cold? Nuh-uh, I say the word n' the case get's "closed".
And just in 'case', they 'case' the joint...
I take this blade, anoint your face with the business end
of that motherfucker, to make a 'point'.
Now, here's the other point. Did you see it?
Look again... you're bleeding. Minutes turn into seconds,
you're blacking out - lights, receding.
Your limbs go numb, major organs shutting down, needing
More blood, n' agonal breathing.
Then, I'll look for a rope to strangle you, meaning...
if there's a small window of hope, there's a zero chance of you, leaving.
Except your kid, in case he plans to get even
I'll wait until he's older n' give that man a good beating!
Fucking punk. Fuck 'em up, then fuck 'em up some more...
Nothing short of a couple rib shots, than watch as his blood gets poured...
His 5th grade teacher like, "Why you got bloody knuckles for??"
"'Cause he bought tickets to the S.S ass whooping, so come aboard!"
Let that motherfucker join in, too.
Ah, I remember middle school. Shit, I scribbled through...
Most my classes. Felt like there wasn't shit to do
Hard to listen through the lectures when professor's are always pissed at you
For not paying attention. Got me in detention...
All day, probably seconds away from getting suspension.
I'm guessing it has a lot to do with popping off ....
Whenever I walked in school. In the principle's office, too - I was talking lewd.
Insidious, you might say.
Shit, when it came to my shit talking, I was more egregious than Dice Clay.
My momma up nights, prayed I'd turn it around...
Every word that I hurl at you now, is surgical, clown.
Smack red noses off of faces.
Demand the same reverence of The Pope, when I walk in places
Not an atheist, but it'll take me a miracle to get in God's good graces...
Lots of angst, so my vitriol leaps off the pages
With such immortality, that they deem me a "closest ageist".
Perhaps I am. No turning back on it, now.
Watch the mouths of the devout Catholics vows collapse, to the ground.
I'm not a part of a faction, 'cause my actions, are vile.
I might fuck around and bring Krampus, back into style.
Cuz y'all are Kramping' my style...
Dancing around the fire of Trump's first month's presidency to burn Canada, down.
Maybe that's too dramatic. Perhaps I should....
put 25% tariffs on my dick n' export it for you, to have it.
Transporting fentanyl over the border - I don't know, chief...
Not ready to pop the balloon on that, perhaps it'll slow leak...
Who's to say it's to leverage bargaining power, for cheap?
Trump, the only thing more dangerous than my keyboard, is your tweets.
But nah, I won't get political.
Whatever side you reside on, is for the individual.
People find it difficult to choose the right or left, so they decide on a middle road
Which's bigger than any given vote...
Oh. Oops. On to different strokes.
They tell me to hold my head high, little to know it's so they can slit my throat.

[YG]

Bitches listen to my thoughts like I’m Socrates
Gave me head in a Messi jersey, she like my soccer tees
So drunk she threw up on me, that’s a messy jersey
If I’m eating on some chocolate, bet it best be Hershey’s
I got a white bitch with a fat ass
I got a black bitch who ain’t even got one
Shits backwards, I’m plastered
Kel-Tec loaded, you know ima blast it