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.