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.

packed in a concept, the practical context alone... is actual a masterful logic to follow.. Back to Apollo, the forgotten message that was capped in a bottle.. n' set to ashore across to Pacific faster than the Pathogen... y'all know.

But I digress - my mind's a nest, of rhyming designer sweats...
outlined the text, necessary to define the steps, to reach the prime of Messiah, yes..
my kind of desire's finding the fire necessary to reach..
...the message buried in here, my chariot's near the precipice...
so standing next to this, lyricist here's probably their best bet..
Matter fact? battle rap isn't even the question yet..
I resurrect the myriad of logic n' wear it, like it's apparel...
Write like the Pharaoh, igniting the barrel' - eclipsing, the flurry flying of arrows
from the Spartan's to the Persian's is the way I keep this mic up in here, bro....
I apologize.... Red Seas, lyrics departing tides...
Crossing bridges with words, n' splitting apart the art of the Apartheid's..
My... target's been marginalized.... a marksmen...
dark skinned... but sharp as a tack, parked in the back... at the surface, like it's a shark fin.
Yeah... Celph's is the heart in... the internal organ of music..
the formula used in metaphors and performing acoustics... so yeah,
if you get a sword, you better know how to use it..
It's just.. a forewarning to you, cause I got more war in this than
Western Society conforming to trends... this forum board's is nothing more than
the chorus that's in.... the pattern warped... in tangent to me..
draggin' your corpse across the plantation as hard as a javelin force..
But that doesn't matter, of course.... I got so much lines
packed in a concept, the practical context alone... is actual a masterful logic to follow..
Back to Apollo, the forgotten message that was capped in a bottle..
n' set to ashore across to Pacific faster than the Pathogen... y'all know.
I can keep going with this? my flow's the abyss..
In my top tier? There's only me. No other soul can exist..
The sole proprietor controlling the niche...
Yeah.... so let's stop with that, cocky cat... concocting rap
off the top, knock your offer back.
Fucking copycat. Talking smack' against me'... is the beginning
of where your ends meet... n' we don't got a pretend..
my thought's not melodic n' when the byproduct begins to try to war..
It's a lot like, being blindfolded in a dark room - trying find a door.
Their minds are kind of poor.. a penny for their thoughts..
would make 'sense' if it profited me.. but I'm a scholar, got a doctorate
seen... n' lyrical philosophy, key in..
N' if you were as smart, though, we're probably agreeing..
But we're not, so you see it's possible - you got to be DREAMING..
to even draw the conclusion that it's probable..
my model of fusion - perspiring lyrics..
is all for amusement... cause even College scholarship students..
can acknowledge the movement acknowledged to you to what's spawned in the blueprint..

Wow... never got tired of rapping. Still at the helm, never took the time to hire a Captain. I am in action. Me and Michael Bay got a dire attraction to blowing things up. Only with me, I stick around to see your kind of reaction.

 

 

 

Yeah, tell em' to go cry home like, "THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET"...
Do I look upset? Do I look mad?
There's a lot of fish in the sea, so give me a hook, dad.
Yeah. I'm the storm bringer. I don't completely flaunt, I let my metaphors linger..
On the precipice. Make an indention where you was resting, bitch.
Yeah I got messages for any receptionist. You hang up my phone call?
I'm raiding you like a faggot in Stone Wall.
Put you in the freezer with Rocky - watching your bones thaw.
Fuck Spiderman, I'm Bonesaw.
So raw, I don't cook my Hamburger, I just eat it with coleslaw.
Oh, ha. I saw what did there. Did you?
Bet you fucking didn't. So shut up and admit it.
I could I spit a thousand keys, while you come up with a gimmick.
So sick, I run up in a clinic, asking for the fucking attendant.
I'm a hustler, your suckers a.... nothing, go for the Jugular..
Tell your mother to come to my house, my nuts need some rubbing up.
Here's my rubber nut. Now go home, you done enough.
Yeah, give me brain. Are you dumb enough? You want some of the cum in yah?
AWWW SHIT. acknowledge the brolic-ness.
Catch me with the college kids, rocking a Hollister shirt
like a nervous wreck. Tripping off Percocets.
Verses get crazy, suffering birth defects... it's hurting, yes.
Wow... never got tired of rapping.
Still at the helm, never took the time to hire a Captain.
I am in action. Me and Michael Bay got a dire attraction
to blowing things up. Only with me, I stick around to see your kind of reaction.
Fuck it. I keep firing, blasting.
Killing ya. Grilling ya for as long as I'm willing ta'...
So you need to come to a conclusion now. The music child.
You've forsaken me? Yeah, it's obvious to see you got that Judas style, money..
I'm nicknaming you Juvenile. Funny? don't think so.
Break the clock hands off n' watch your boat sink slow.
"I'm sick.", is that what you think, bro?
I think no. I drink SO... fucking much that I ink
flows, dressed in a pink robe.