Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

Ha...

Kids are thinking that I ain't the see the sleight...
The wind beneath their wings in order for them to take flight...
Not a lot of wrongs you make right, but this is the exception...
The ideology when the answer doesn't fit in wit' the question, so...
As logic would dictate - they try to test it, though.
Even if the message is encrypted, the bitch is in their 'genetic code'...
Tell renegade, his outward doctrine, has been boxed in...
Doxing all private affairs, now - the board is watching...
If you're a fan of Adventure Time, it's in your best interest to explore your options
Pandemic endeavor, it's never wise to ignore precautions...
Your template is predated, so miss me with the boring nonsense
All that your euphoria, parses your passage way
- relaxed, I say it's A.I that has formed your conscious.
I know, that's out there, right?
Real punches hit their face, make 'em doubt their life.
Chasing clout here, like... they're tripping over their own feet...
It's so sweet, I ain't have a challenge, here, in a whole week.
Damn... ain't that some shit...
Flat-earth believers needing something to flip their axis, with.
Yeah, it's with the doctor, prescribed...
They ain't talking to 'I'. Dunder Mifflin; increasing demand, off of supply (office supply)
But I'm not gonna lie...
I walk over their doctrines, until their confidence dies
And they realize, they're viewing the world through Ex Machina's eyes.
The plot stops here... they're gassing up, but no oil...
Set their fever bitch of reality, to a 'slow boil'....
Yeah... they want the fire, but they're making it up...
One in the chamber, but the recoil from their lies, are devastating enough
The gatekeeper; certified.
They ain't making the cut...
Need Polysporin aid, 'n the luck of the Irish, to say what they want.

[Soar Kaid]

I'm like Neo Sporin cuz I'mma brand name in ya crib ,
If you got Corona you'll also need jesus and hydrochloroquine ,
Guess what? Kaid in ya face like music and germs ,
I'm like Mike Jackson cuz my camera net "traffic" on "swerve" ,
My raps hit like slugs , dangerous when I'm handed "macks" ,
cuz when I "chop" I turn dudes into "beef sandwich" packs ,
I spit flows that crazy people avoid cuz they wire their brains ,
My mouth is smokin like a ninja on weed inside of the game ,(mortal kombat smoke the ninja)
Yellow canaries on my wrist posted , both beauty's are hidden ,
Until you catch it on the internet and Soar Kaid's with em ,
You can see me dig'n ghosts in seattle or doors on a lambo ,
I'm out with a gram and a dream in the streets of Francisco ,
Rappin against kaid aint simple like walkin on a platform ,
You have to win by a massive decision on a stat form

[Celph Taut]

Slaying all of these pussies, until their cats, mourn...
Shitting on spectators, you'd think they're filming a scat porn...
I'm back, Bourne. Tell 'em Operation Treadstone's, a go...
And I'm letting 'em know... they are fucking with a cat, in a seminal role...
The odds stacked in my favor, cripes...
Emblazoned stripes on the hammer, I'm raising rights...
Opposite of Stephen LeDrew...
Amazing heights... I'm seeing a view, they can only imagine.
Hunger strikes like Kimbo, on the sreets, but so does the famine...
Said the right hand is akin to unloading a cannon...
Forward, no plan other than to murder your only companion.
If you die, it's expected. Super fly,
like Seth Brundle. That net mumble? I kill it n' leave the new era of vets, humble.
Yeah. Imagine being able to be drawn out,
but also composed? Dropping knowledge through no fault of your own?
Fuck social stigma, y'all of indoctrinated a cult full of clones
Who perpetuate the black businessman stereotype through malt, and Patron...
the silver lining, I will define it.
Feel a vibe n' still decide the skill that I can wield, can kill the climate. Or vilify it.
I'm still a riot, it's a cold case.
Running the casino, behind the doors, but I'm no Ace.
I simplified it, with no trace. Look at the blueprint - it's been tampered with.
Use verbal restoration, then look at me as the anarchist, nah.
That'a a straw man's fallacy that you wish to endure...
The solstices of reality elude you, if your inhibitions, are pure...
See through the smoke screen, and into a blur...
Seeking out a wisdom in a self illusion, feels like a work of fiction, for sure.
The epitome of a dark storm, forming....
The divorce of your intuition, absorbing.
Then out of you, your volition, lays dormant...
The same courses and exercises that they use, in the trained forces...
Yeah... body and mind, a decline
of self worth, tumultuous relationships with yourself, so you talk terse...
A fear of being descriptive, a fear of being enlisted...
A fear of seeing the system for what it is, so you don't listen...
The fear of speaking up, has your own values, imprisoned...
A fear of being truthful, and coming to your own decisions
A fear of being fruitful, and knowing what you're missing
A fear of the familial institute, so you keep your distance...
A fear of the world leaders and politicians...
culminating into the prospect of your own social existence...
But then, back to course they set out of you...
4 walls and no doors - it's still a house to you.

[Soar Kaid]

You smart when ya thoughts come straight from god ,
Dumb cat's aint on it when the devil comes as allah ,
I'm bright as a brain that can see the world path ,
that's diligent without the Satanism or the U.N wrath ,
But I'm nasty with my brain when I open the box ,
My eyes makes me see the truth outlined in the chalk ,
I'm Midas spittin raps in a verse with these dudes ,
I'll destroy ya mind that damages you like a fuse ,
Ya attitude is "shoot em" like a stubborn "peace keeper" ,
You stand with a gun but fail to maintain your freedom ,
Cat's is gung ho in their mentals buyin anything believable ,
Their suspect like a idiot that believes everything conceivable ,
My body is built to fly like a bird but I sigh its absurd ,
If I float in my passion for life , then no lesson learned

[Bag Mandela]

Never learn your lesson, but still learn your lesson wasn't learned, its no less of a lesson learning there was lesser knowledge learned,
I learned a lifelong lesson lately dude,
Staples; not classed as a staple food,
The pains real, don't eat them, take appropriate measures,
But if you do, then eat some paper & you'll hold it together,
Soar Kaid, I haven't forgotten you still owe me a tenner,
That you spent on a shirt that said "My little pony forever",
I prefer ninja turtles I run the fan club, post me a letter, that shit'll go in the shredder, you know the agenda, I'll crane my dick out my pants, bend your girl over her dresser, and give her 30 solid seconds of gold to remember,
That's how I keep fitness, I want all the smoke you came with green rizzlas, I'm a self taught student of economics, I'm in a class of my own & I mean business,
Sweet baby Jesus the devil's back,
I've got a 3 acre penis and a 7 pack,
Get spun for nothing it's a green space between the red and black,
You'll get marked out then disappear a week later like a henna tat, that's the end of that, you've got covid 69 from sex with bats,
Doing shit like that isn't gonna help you go far, I was gonna do a joke about bats but I can't see it working, so nah

[Soar Kaid]

When you in the hood never waste time wit ya homies ,
cuz the crimes callin gettin you'll stuck wit ya cronies ,
I know how the hood works inside of the alley ways ,
you'll end up in the grave by homicide dyin by strays ,
But Mandela is another , I'll hit his bae and my cigs ,
Bangin like kids in 12th grade then we started watchin a flick ,
When I was hittin I swear my tounge was in that vagina slayin ,
Kama Sutra , that stuff was rockin like “Kim K’s” so I “taped it” , (Kim Kardashian)
Enough of ya bae , I had better awkward times in the crib ,
shine'n my hallow tips and gettin comfortable so I can live

[Soar Kaid]

I'm gamed up , this heathens smart against the bounty hunters ,
Ready to fight the rich with a swole mind as a intelligent gunner ,
I’m killin enemies that think with their third eye like wonder ,
A student of the game wit smart techs flashin illusions like thunder ,
Dudes watch my goals lay under god dusty cuz no ones greater ,
I’m swave as a pimp wit a gun , ghetto disposition is my behavior ,
The codes in my brain putting a mental noose over my foes ,
They see the ring comin to foul their day and raise their souls ,
You know I rock hard wit gems that even scientists would wear ,
This man shoots and punctures ya corny jams you are not prepared ,
My role to slay knockin out the cat above is done for fun ,
Or to be hood slayin them on a song rhymin like the chosen one

[Virbius]

You’re only harming yourself here with your dumb approach:
You said you’re “knocking out the cat above”... but in a double post.
Social distancing: he thinks he’s sick but he ain’t coming close;
Nah I ain’t got a “third eye” bitch, that’s a fucking scope.

You’re not a “pimp with a gun”, you’re a wimp with a pun, in fact,
You’re way off, and just showing yourself up... that’s a muzzle flash?

Soar Kaid’s ordained? you refer to “god” in every verse you drop;
Thanks for the props, but I’d prefer you’d not.

Nah, I’m only “raising souls” which the devil recruited.
My battle raps... cataphracts; I’m heavily suited.
The feud’ll [feudal] show I own all that this peasant produces,
I’ll tap adrenaline juices that the session induces.
“Intelligent gunner”? drone. intentionally stupid?
The nex’ to snap; it’s fitting that you’re mentioning “nooses”.

You make noise... “thunder” with no lightning there.
What I type’s so hype Professor X would rise from his chair.
Yours are “gems that even scientists wear”?
Mine’s the infinity stone folks at HYDRA prepared.

[Soar Kaid]

You say your better than me? , I doubt that highly ,
When you sound more like a girl talkin about her diary ,
I know you like my raps cuz your hostile about my hay day ,
But step back off my scene like you got done with a Segway ,
Your smart but without skill cuz ya rhymes aint hittin ,
Put a gun to ya head and let the slug dish to ya intellectual wishes ,
You diggin in a well wit water , guage'n how you goin lift ,
Up between a ton of bricks without the liquid makin a shift ,
That water is me and I'm steadily makin quotes like Bruce Lee ,
You against truth like inmates that forgot where the rules lead ,
Listen closely , I will murk you in any part of reality you play ,
But that intellectual rap I don't condone as applicable to slay

[Soar Kaid]

I'm done watchin the streets wearin guns on my side ,
So I get inside the phantom ice cold while probe'n my ride ,
I'm militant in a fatigue disguise , I know it sounds deadly ,
I only dump the chrome that talks quick wit rounds heavily ,
Cat's smoke'n kush that sounds off inside of the area ,
Like fog horns cuz the smoke is floatin like a blunt carrier ,
I flow in a nightmare livin in the projects that can gample ,
the most tested killer stickin to the laws of burner handles ,
Lifes not elementary , beef the color of hate can succeed ,
To steal the life of G's with beams to make them all bleed

[Bag Mandela]

You wanna make em all bleed, fully gung ho, pistol whip him til we both got a bloodied up nose, you talkin beams & life's a balancing act, so if my blood boils your blood'll run cold,
When I read your verses bro I know that its real shit, your whip has to be a phantom cuz nobody seen it, nah I really believe it, holla if you need a dude to drive, it means I can open the only door I want for you; suicide,
That means you would die, best practice your nappin in the dirt face, who am I kiddin? To lose your life you had to have one in the first place, that's nasty, burp taste, I get it crackin, serve base, if letters can't talk how can you fathom what a word says? You had to sit at home jackin off on 'take your child to work' days

[Soar Kaid]

You some'n else Bag...lol

I'll crush you with my rap hits and keys ,
Chumpin cat's in a million ways is a breeze ,
Cops at ya hotel shake you down like fiends ,
Guns in the streets , grips I keep a fit steady stream ,
Out ya team during an eclipse with our fists ,
My squad is the jury hittin ya mentals like a spliff ,
Dumpin shells at ya chest for ya jewels then I split ,
Money earnt game nice makin that butter like Jiff (peanut butter)

[Johnny 6-feet]

It's stiff competition like we're living in graveyards
Stay apart from mediocre, burn under the same star
Fuck the played bars, taking them to the brink
Because you can't auto-tune the damn pen and the ink
Chucking hen in the sink, puke and rally, full recovery
Rapbattles has been lovely ever since the newbs discovered me
Back again, setting trends, so reward me fellas
Grab your popcorn for a sermon from The Storyteller

[Soar Kaid]

I make history with a hand in the foul of life ,
I get "current" wit these raps like "electric" mic's ,
I'm bold to the point you'd never laugh at my black ,
You see my techs blend you till you cut from the claps ,
I bring it back wit mental quickness , no French kisses ,
I'm the type wit bangers , catch me wit the ditch digga's ,
I fold dudes on a lick wit guns out cuz I'm grimey ,
You'd fall back cuz I got a bazooka in front and behind me ,
My crew rides trucks and beat a man like he stole some'n ,
makin a way shootin or table spoons on the stove dumbin

[Soar Kaid]

Lemme repeat myself I don't slay for a fee ,
I'mma MC and what you got on ya chest is free ,
Your a poser but I have the guns and what I got ,
leaves ya streets at a funeral over weapons that pop ,
Yes I chop the pounds that they gave me for ice ,
Wore it so I can flirt wit these gems aimed at ya wife ,
The pipe game is crucial , shootin if you ghetto or surgical ,
My rap game is "beautiful" , "lookin like" I could murder you ,
I'm makin hits wearin platinum while my music is gold ,
Slow up the frames when I flip guns playin my role ,
Pull out the AR "see the beast" what the victim is told ,
In a rap wit a rolley on this time and the rhythm is cold