Tell Ebenezer Scrooge, if he seen these jewels? He'd faint, to the floor. I'm not quaint, see the face of your lord. Still writing pages on forums, n' gracing this board. Watch the impact break through the floor And completely shatter your foundations support.

 Uh, fine cloth....

A superpower, if I ever combine my thoughts...
From the punch dimension, like the Cyclops.
You know the government's doing psy-ops... why not?
When you can die, suicide, by Cop.
Rodney King got beat in the street.... billy clubs...
No way he could compete...
He was walking around.... kind of shocked at it
How... they warped his noggin like a flying saucer, 'cause wow
It's a sight to see if you ever catch an "Officer" down...
Nah, Officer up... you exercise your freedom of speech? You'll probably get jumped.
Walk up to you with an overconfidence of a pompous
Push your buttons, so they can watch you destruct...
They're waiting for you to act up, you thespian you...
However you do.... they're waiting on that combativeness to get you 'removed'.
And I don't mean in the same way like you're obstructing a class
I mean like an officer, punching through glass.
Reaching his hand in your car window, n' leaving blood, on the dash.
Two weeks later, that's how long it took to discover your ass.
All your see is a melted skeletal puddle, in grass.
Said you were trying to reach for your weapon.
The undercovers, keeping you guessing.
The streets is like geography, they're only trying to teach you a lesson.
Talking to the priest, who has a seat, in confession.
The intersection of politics... acknowledge it.
Shot your neck; Charlie Kirk, talking, with college kids.
That's all it is. A consortium of screens, seen, in your fallen grip.
Now, watch it slip. Flip on the TV box and it...
Flickers like The Poltergeist. Nah, that's an oversight.
Especially when I throw a right.
I'm not the man you should go in fight.
Dynamite on the steps of the cathedral, reading: "don't ignite".
You don't, yet it still explodes, on sight.
Lose your limbs faster than you can lose your house, to a foreclosure.
Banksy images of a soldier, on a war poster.
Tomorrow ain't promised, but this fist is, once it is more closer.
Go to great lengths to polish this machine gun...
You wanted freedom, not knowing what it takes to achieve it.
Well, it starts with looking in the face of a genius...
An anarchist. Watching the wax from a candle, drip.
Onto your brain... the picture, is scandalous.
However, it's straight from the manuscript...
A manifesto of Karl Marx, written onto a handkerchief
Yet, can't be deciphered... live on the razors edge?
You can have a chance, in this cypher.
An equal temperament, predisposed to a man that's this hyper?
Can only mean one thing.... he will become king.
I accept gluttony... seriously, what can love bring?
Aside from pain and agony, you cast away so casually
It's gratifying to witness a mind that is designed to be vicious....
Guess it's a sign of your interest to try to get with this
I'd strongly advise against it... lives are at risk
Every time that I comprise a sentence...
Ride with a kind of unbridled vengeance, only quantified in a flick.
A thorn in your side, n' you wonder why I am a prick.
Indian Red Boy died, recording live, in his whip.
Bullets tore through metal, no surviving that shit.
He tried to muster a breath... yet, quickly succumb to his death...
Too many options, you don't really know which one to suspect...
When you have so many enemies...
They come in, with sets. All of them, are a threat.
You're watching it, gravitating towards the show... as it runs, on the net.
Funny how that works, he lost a life.
However, to the viewer, they will come and forget.
You sociopaths, can only grasp this hole I'll leave for rowing your casket.
Yeah, the hole in it, is massive.
Homie, I only roll with Galactus. The destroyer of planets.
Crush galaxies, inside of my palm.
Wonder who will survive, once I arrive with a calm... demeanor.
I know Death, if you want to meet her.
You'd probably seizure. Cool.
The cusp of Evil? No. The entirety of Evil, use...
A proclamation of mayhem to leave these fools, in the evening news.
Tell Ebenezer Scrooge, if he seen these jewels?
He'd faint, to the floor. I'm not quaint, see the face of your lord.
Still writing pages on forums, n' gracing this board.
Watch the impact break through the floor
And completely shatter your foundations support.

Shock value I drop can make a corpse do the electric slide Enough electricity to make a Tesla ride, for a petrol guy. I like my calm low, n' my death toll high Reckon I recognize you can see my imagery through the extra slides Since I specialize in putting your brain matter all over the wall, like projector slides

Next to mine? Tell 'em, get in line.
Searching for confidence they will never find
I read a rhyme they dropped...
They looked petrified...
Well, you get to die. I'm telling you, it's whatever death decides.
Shock value I drop can make a corpse do the electric slide
Enough electricity to make a Tesla ride, for a petrol guy.
I like my calm low, n' my death toll high
Reckon I recognize you can see my imagery through the extra slides
Since I specialize in putting your brain matter all over the wall, like projector slides
Teacher there, standing, in shock...
Go to the blackboard, hand 'em the chalk n' demand that he talk.
"You're still teaching, bitch.
However, I assure you, whatever's in your curriculum? Won't be as deep as this.
You see this fist? (points towards it) read my lips
No, no. I mean like this (fists raise)
And I believe in equality, so you'll probably get some even hits
Mix it in like greens in a petri dish; it's my 'Seasoned Mix'.
Hungry, huh? Let me feed you 'diss."
I wasn't always this way. But you started talking, then aye...
I lost control, n' you got popped in the face
That pop went up like a rocket, in space.
WOW! Check the velocity. I want respect — I'm not accepting your modesty.
I got to question it, honestly.
Except, accepting this loss from me.
Better take it and go. Or face this awakening that is taking a hold
Of your creationist mold
You lil Darwinists, are hard to miss.
Whether secular arguments or the mute points that you bargain with.
I've observed your armor, it's...
Not exactly hard to reason that you aren't equipped...
Otherwise, you'll lose yourself...
These aren't "random" neurons, firing; here's more clues, for help.
Drop scattered brain theories hoping to gain your elusive wealth
Nobody's trained... to walk over the shrapnel, on the golden terrain
The load of its impact has you going insane
Bolo, unchained; Double Impact for you Van Damme's
They tell you to break a leg, then fail to see the irony...
When you can't stand.
The dance with the Devil, is marquee
Broken heart's bleed, yet my demeanor is colder than Markeith's
Eye for an eye, a guy that's the affirmation of shark's teeth
You start beef, n these hands will break you down, to the dark meat.
Break it down like Don Cherry — can y'all hear me?!? (hello?)
Keep these bombs near me in case they wanna go where Saddam's buried.
Yeah, Hussein they got the juice?
If they truly knew who Bishop was, then they're talking truth.
As dangerous as Q was when he had him, dangling, off the roof.
These jewels I rock, can move a block or two.
The doves fly when I enter, like Alonzo Harris was walking through
...The spot; alarm's go off, with no cock-a-doo
Cock-a-doodle. Pop your noodle off, if I'm talking to you.
Walk up like, "You got the juice, huh. I can tell that you don't got it, do you?"
Send shots at a registry that can level a plane...
Said, I send shots that can level a plane, better than Bane.
"You merely adopted the aura, I was born in it".
Nordic wit' the same F1 formula Ford equipped
Don't got torn to bits over some Christopher Dorner shit.
Lord help whomever enters this covert boarding trip
Hunting prey... sign outside the forest reads: "Come and play"
Step inside? Some would say you won't live to see another day.
That's cool, what I'd do to you make you not want to live, anyway.
My resume's sole employment is "kicking ass" and then getting paid.
So, the fuck do I need a resume for?
If I want a job in a recession, I'll just take yours.
RIP to Chuck Norris, I'm here to carry the legacy.
Roundhouses. My foot to your face is the only legacy
Roundhouses, like the HOA president.
Said I'm roundhouses, like I never rent.
Uh. I said I live that cold life.
There's two sides to every story, n' mine is both right.
So, shut the fuck up n' respect the authoritah...
Forget this forum, 'brah. Far as boards, I'm recorded law.
And I lay the pipe, if your girl getting sexy, hell.

She went down faster than the camera near Epstein's cell. 

That's not a joke, 'cause I am. Seth Brundle, coked from a gram... in a leather jacket Betting over a grand.... of dough, to a man — in an arm wrestling competition, that is going to plan. He's holding it so close, it broke the bone through's hand... Then it's over — the exposure caused the locals, to scram!!!!

 Maze running.... graced it wit' grade A+ piff — kept the place, buzzingI stay sonning... in case Drummond wishes to go fo' the erase button...

Different strokes for different folks, I can dig it...
Ace in the hole, n' I know that their livid...
I went for the goal n' I hit it...
So, if that's being overcommitted, homie, I'm with it.
It's over, we loaded the Corolla. The Civic?
Totaled — got towed in the minute, before we were in it.
Holding onto an emotional pivot
Find yourself freefalling to reality, where...
You can be freefalling, for a thousand of years.
Diaries. Many diaries.
Not sure why, to me, they're idle keys.
Binders for their overlords they try to please
Maze running, with Rob Zombie.
But, "I'm tired, boss.", like John Coffey.
That's not a joke, 'cause I am.
Seth Brundle, coked from a gram...
in a leather jacket
Betting over a grand.... of dough, to a man —
in an arm wrestling competition, that is going to plan.
He's holding it so close, it broke the bone through's hand...
Then it's over — the exposure caused the locals, to scram!!!!
DAMN... it's agonizing to see self-aggrandizing beliefs
From "stans" that are deriding my feats
The same stans who grew up in the suburbs, yet...
Using slang, standardized in the streets... (LOL)
And it's why I'm at a peace... with it all
Fans lying to reach.... the pinnacle of this climate
with weak... rhymes in their speech, that's devolved.
Never mind whatever they're saying
It's stuck inside their peripheral...
Get a different view; find a conscious to slip into
Uh... team building exercise? I'm detaching your head...
We're doing trust falls? then... trust fall into this casket, instead.
Yeah, that's what I said. I know you like analogies
Well, you ain't the sharpest tool in the back of the shed.
Vladmir Putin — two shots to the back of the head
Then come back with a third one to make sure that you're actually dead.
"He committed suicide" I ensure the crowd...
(Checks something) OK, didn't hit my word amount.
So, I turn around....
Spin the block, see your crib, n' then burn it down...
While you're still inside of
Fire, was beautiful. Tried to get a view of you, hiding into your room.
Barely alive, n climbing into a tomb.
Got a nice comfy box shape, just as the doctor ordered.
STEAMBOX supporter of a generic thought disorder
Know Taut a warrior, so watch who you're talking over...
Patna, pour your... crown royal out for the ones about to become
Statistics for the crown, when I'm done. Around, since 2001.
Browsing for some'n...
Um... draw a blank, fill the circle in.
If they don't want to be assertive, what's the purpose then?
Working in worthless anti-commercial trends
Hoping to usurp this pen, will be curtains — fin.
"The end"... roll credits.
Directors cut, homie? No edits.
Raw and uncut for the whole premise
And if you don't get it?
Then I know that yo' bone-headed. So, dead it. (PO-THETIC.)
Had an inkling Big Brother would save the day?
Nah, let Agent K flash the pain away
with the Men In Black gadget razor blade.
Verses been provocative since GG Allin
See, we styling. It's a matter of forethought...
'fore a board drop, for easy styling.
Head and shoulders with these older MC's
You won't see me drowning
Squares in the circle, no worth to ever be around 'em...
Foundations break when they needed grounding...

Paramedic lights, flashing away. As I'm gasping, in pain. Grab the Aspirin; gasses, trapped in my frame. Medic may have asked for my name Yet, I had been half passed out so long It's hard to hear what they're actually saying...

Re: Keystyle Cypher!

I give life every verse, it doesn't give nothing back...
Everything that's influenced me since my birth, it has come from rap.
A small portion of it comes from life experiences, shy and reserved...
Under my bed, reading comic books, trying to observe
How superhumans bear the weight of the world, n' fight with the villains
Balancing that life, is revealing.
Sometimes it weighs so heavy that, I begin feeling ...lightheaded...
The height of a million feet, stares back at me
'Till I atrophy. In a waking moment, I forget that I have to breathe
My stomach begins churching, n' the acid leaves...
My system, feel the gas in me twirling it's moustache, like Dick Dastardly.
Fuck, I hate it. What an understatement...
Yet, I eat horrible food to see what I can get away with.
Bloated, wincing in pain.... digestive tract attempting to send hints, to my brain.
Stopped taking tablets so, the symptoms remain.
Which is a shame, because I ain't doing shit, but
Feeding the beast, repeatedly, 'till the inevitable hits
It's a bit nuts, but spare me the lecture.
Never cared, I can't hear the professor clear, to address her.
I'll probably be there, carried — bare — on a stretcher.
Paramedic lights, flashing away.
As I'm gasping, in pain. Grab the Aspirin; gasses, trapped in my frame.
Medic may have asked for my name
Yet, I had been half passed out so long
It's hard to hear what they're actually saying...
Anyway, enough about the mundane rigors
Of first world triggers, or perpetual quitters.
Think introspectively when next to the shitter.
Remembering my morality will eventually wither
Look fondly on, yet I'm mentally bitter.
Since Karma's a bitch, therefore I can never get with her.
However, Death is her sister.
And if you pondered long enough...
You wouldn't need a One Hour Photo to develop that picture.
It's immobilizing... when it's my time to go?
I don't know. But what it won't be, is a giant show.
A spectacle, masquerading as my celebration of life
I'm simply saying, GOODNIGHT!
KABOOM! "Another one, gone, so soon."
In reality, I may have been saying "don't shoot"
However, what do you do...
When the insane part of you takes over
So, the other side of you goes mute?
I would hope, you'd be willing to tell the whole truth
Life comes full circle, yet what comes after, is NO LOOP.
Once you're dead, your dead. You rot in the ground.
What was cognitive, isn't so cognitive now.
Yeah, nothing after this. You fade to black, that's it.
You pack it in. There ain't no coming back, again.
I'm sorry to burst your bubble.
This whole... "being absolved of your sins", isn't worth the trouble.
Be that person, now. Like, right now.
Otherwise, acclimate to the asshole you've always wanted to be.
The older you get, the likely you'll turn to God
Because you want to be free.
You want to believe there's something out there
And not just a giant rock, of disease.
Hell (no pun intended), I don't blame you.
Mortality dwindling, scared of what's to come.
That finish line, is nebulous.
You don't wish to be incredulous. Your head... it just.
Fills you with hope, n' you can't get enough.
Now, all of a sudden it ain't so bad, 'cuz you read some stuff
Plus you confessed, therefore you have
Nothing to worry about, once he sends you up.
I mean, a better story than simply dying
Living inside of your decomposing corpse, as your kids are crying.
.......A lil dark for this forum, I guess.
Too morbid for this board to digest.
Just ignore it, I'm just exploring the depths
Of my... you know what? I'm gonna stop here.

Me and the pen is like a meaning reprise... it's seen in my eyes... Deep, beady, disguised... which lies the evil demon that hides..

Still poor n' still broke... but there's still hope..
At least I'm still dope, come on...f'real, bro?
I'd kill for getting cash, I'm real grown..
I can feel home, right where I'm from... living, well furnished
but still fight like a bum..
That's trifling, son... your only height's the slum
from the Bodega's to ghettos, beggars who pop.... without the Wayans Brothers..
Yeah.... n' I serve without a paid Butler..
My DNA butter? sharper than the Blade Runner..
In my world, everyday summer...
In that grey Hummer H2... I get dug, I'm putting ye grave under...
That's why names wonder about me like i'm down in the county...
They now wanna clown me cause I'm from Canada, so I sound like a Mountie...
But my hunger like Beth Chapman, going down for a Bounty...
Calling Leland in like, "there he is on the screen again"...
Stand up, but you kids are stand up, like the comedian...
March of the Penguins, bring Morgan Freeman in..
Me and the pen is like a meaning reprise... it's seen in my eyes...
Deep, beady, disguised... which lies the evil demon that hides..
Another tortured soul on the portrait roll...
looking at you, seems forcible....that's something family courts should know..
Kids of failing relationships become troubled as teens
the government sees this phenomenon, but where's the common law?
It's like the teacher in the detention centre, nodding off...
And now? how can you help it? as far as they're concerned...
The world rejects them... instead of a connection, 15 years later
they're getting arrested, a product of real love that was never invested..

Na, won't even go there... I'm pass that... Putting stocks in the future estate, my plate's the Nasdaq... riding till the wheels fall off, I'm still in the fast track... You wanna talk dough, but you're bred' off killing my cash stack..

Lyrics split, the echelon of rap, reflecting the mirror tip...
I hear it drip-ping off the paper, there's the experience...
I've brought my keystyles to many sites, averaging AT LEAST 50 lines a verse...
and every time it works, but afterwards my mind, it hurts..
I start running on empty, then these punks wanna come and resent me..
But I always comeback, so tell Spalding that I'm BALLING like that...
Punches fire off to the throat, watch em' fall on their back...
Then I give em' a suplex, n' roundhouse kick em' ALL TO THAT MAT..
They wanna attack, but it's in their best interest not to.
I throw shots through, hit everyone that you got with you..
Take you out of the writing game like a dropped issue...
Can't wipe the smirk off your face, does anyone got tissues?
Yeah.. officially great at dissing your mate...I'm a mystery...
made for history sake....But I mean, you're understanding that, right?
UNIVERSALLY recognized, but I'm seen in a Canada light..
So no matter which fan can recite, my lyrics, each show sounds like Amateur Night..
Wanna fight for your freedom? or keep the light to the ceiling...
and not see? You're either an original or a copy.... you got me?
Fuck it, let's talk turkey... I'll treat this like a Holiday...
this is my model, stay on my Charlie Angels FULL THROTTLE play...
Shit's like the Animal Kingdom, I'm seeing a lot of prey..
Just not a lot of carnivores to my artist score
art of war, Sun Tzu, they need to market more...
If it's all about a philosophy? why I'm reading Rene Descartes for?
The true meaning of life is seeing the hype n' not agreeing with it..
Like me, admittedly believing these evil gimmicks...
Na, won't even go there... I'm pass that...
Putting stocks in the future estate, my plate's the Nasdaq...
riding till the wheels fall off, I'm still in the fast track...
You wanna talk dough, but you're bred' off killing my cash stack..

I often don't care when I walk into a scheme of mine... You read a line, n' don't even see until the scheme's redefined.

Fuck it... I got time, might's well spend it..
Might as well swing off the fences, knock a kick to your senses.
N' if you're feeling lucky, don't allow Google to elude you.
I will, put you out of your misery, moving whimsically...
Through every intricate dissing scheme... you kidding? yo, this is mean.
This is seen, by far, as a tactic of killing you, till you bleed.
Till the amount of contusions creates an outer illusion
of you imitating a geyser of Red Kool-Aid, pouring out you, profusely.
You're fucking Goofy. More so than the Mickey guy..
Cornea than the muscles scene in your FREAKING eye. This is why..
I often don't care when I walk into a scheme of mine...
You read a line, n' don't even see until the scheme's redefined.
I paint portraits of naked corpses laying next to stable horses..
in a dim lit room, no clothes myself - to you like, "ain't it gorgeous?"
Isn't it magical? A perverse way of seeing a tragedy
as an upside of living amongst humanity, annually.
I'll make your Grandma knee down, then make her sit on her fanny, b.
Break her like a twig, then take out the rest of your family tree..
You understanding me? Eyes beat red..
I shit bullets and I eat lead.. Suffice to say, I keep fed.
Each thread... is just me, seeing MC's dead.
Shit's appalling. I'm your modern day Timothy Dalton...
figure you'll fault, and I'll be quick to diminish your cauldron...
with a written, assaulting ye, to you're beat into a submission, applauding..
Huh? Yeah, why would you be? Are you that stupid?
Oh wait. I forgot, you think A$ap Rocky's rap music.