Keystyle Cypher!

[Cody Nash]

I ain’t really a fan of football… but I can see my stats not changing
Cuz if @Stranger says you use to bite my lines…don’t that make ME Tom Brady?

[Soule]

If I bit your lines, what does that say?
Cuz I still haven't champed a league since R-I-A.

[Cody Nash]

means my bars is booty cheeks..what will I do without a text head’s vote?
But…It’s also hard to stack a resume on a site with about seven folks
Ya never know…this shit is fun, & now I’m a mod - but I’m not Dia’s friend…
So if I don’t win a 1-2 punch I might fuck around and delete some threads!!!
This sport is the dodgeball of rap…these teams struggle to make the big leagues
But I’m also the retarded kid on their field because no text battlers picked me

[Soule]

One two twee fo five six seven ten,
it's no secwet Nash is my best fwend!

[Ill Finesse]

The champ is here, I thank God for the day
Found a way to do it myself
You could say I'm celph made
I'm celphless
If I was gay and wanted to hoard dick's I'd be celph ish
As I turn the cypher alumni into astroworld (8 dead)
if you wanna know who's the hardest?
Ask yo girl
Ask yo mutha
You be hearing more footsteps in the dark than Isley's brotha
If I were you? I'd seek cover
I might club ya, cut ya, gun butt ya like general Custer
In general, whenever you send friends in intervals I light an incense, then commence to leave an immense imprint, if you end up having a seed it'll affect your infant
Not my intent
How much do I care?
Here, 10 cents
Then told him not to spend it all in one place like I meant it
Augmented with my presence this peasant was hesitant
He wouldn't live to regret it which was evident
My excellence detected his decadence
I got the best defence, rejected his negligence
Redirected it, effortless
You'd be a couple sizes down if we took measurements of our pleasure sticks
You got a feather prick
My shit weighs like it's tethered to a brick
You and Cody tethered at the hip
Going down with the ship
I'll expound in a bit, but for now I gotta quit

iLL Finesse

[Celph Taut]

Quit, entirely. No matter how many lines you weave
You still won't be the heir over here, homie; you trying breathe...
Fire, at ease. Your desire to be among the empire..
- you leave in ashes, n' I'll still let your fallen dynasty, grieve.
For a second, until you step in the field, without a weapon
- reveal you get aide of the medic; nobody questioning 'Ill.
Conversely, you ain't the answer, neither - rhetoric response...
We've been cordial, but for me? This is more of a taunt.
Finesse, you've been boring, I flaunt euphoria over forums...
You're exploring the shots, whether they come with a warning, or not.
This is torment, a thought orchestrated to kill Finesse, easy.
I 'John Cena the boy', Suicide Squad - ask if Finesse sees me! (Nope)
He'll be left, queasy. Oh, you're sick, now?
Sit down, or catch these hands with the keys - Ri' and Chris Brown...
We a mixed crowd... your bubble, popped.
This is Lil Tay trying play with the Juggernaut, all of that net-thugging stops.
Yeah, you threw a couple shots... they bounced off me..
They're nothing, Ock. Let's see how Stone Cold you will be, receiving a Stunner drop.
What a bummer, thought he going HAM... man, this shit is bologne..
The irony of the diss above you thread... when I'm here, dissing a kid that's below me.
Keep dropping the bold text... came like Tyler the Creator
on the old Flex... I'm out here like, "what you gonna throw next?"
Pssshhh... I do this with ease... you're losing sleep over your fading facade...
Trying to aim at the Gods... the audience won't sustain their applause..
It can't be done... I break 'em in two, I knew their can be one...
Full of fruity ass flavors... this is a Fanta run on the Phantom, son.
And I'm done attempting to be elementary to these students, I mean...
What's an unwritten blueprint to a machine?
You're trying to play chess, but your movement got too many queens.
From the moment I knew that you doomed your regime over this battle shit, 'cause you're LOSING YOUR STEAM..
But you want the smoke? I'd rather drop down Janis Joplin's throat.
Then watch you row the vessel a minute longer; GET OFF THE BOAT...

[Virbius]

Priti Patel won’t let migrants off the boat...
Politicians burning bridges, when their houses got a moat.
Not to gloat, I just gotta jot a note;
“Our country’s not corrupt”, that’s a Boris Johnson quote...
Our country’s not corrupt, just those cunts that got the vote.
Cutting welfare twenty quid so they can buy a posher coat made from the fucking corpse of a throttled stoat or some shit.

[Bag Mandela]

So they can wear posher coats made from throttled stoats & drink children's tears through an otter's throat,
heating rhino meat-filled sausage rolls on an open fire without logs & coal,
but rather fuelled by burning cures for the common cold, commenting how youthful ignorance hasn't gotten old,
then Boris turns to Priti, a look of horror shows,
as he utters with a rarely-used sombre tone;
"I'm sorry, there's something you've got to know, bare in mind I said sorry so, you know, softened blow-",
Priti cuts him off like a rotten toe & let's out a cry of despair, "Boris, no!",
"Yes, Priti, I wish this was a joke, alas, I've left the ketamine in my stash box at home & we can't call Uzzy because I've lost my phone"

[Virbius]

Let me get this shit established; I ain’t just hungry, I’m simply famished...
I’ll stay that way til Nazanin and Richard Ratcliffe can get together again and split a sandwich.
Couldn’t fit all Boris Johnson’s lies on the side of a big bus.
Fucking hell, you’d need six trucks.
That bitch is a bit suss like Liz Truss.
Ironic how the minister for health left us stitched up;
Sajid Javid stacking obscene bodies...
Is this a fucking government or is it Team Homi?
Someone oughta don demarco Nadine Dorries.
Couldn’t fit Boris Johnson’s lies on the side of three lorries,
Or find someone to drive them since Brexit, it seems dodgy.

[Cody Nash]

In America it’s green lobbies, surrounded by fiend crossings
departments of transportation, streets unclean like “just eat off me”
The Nancy’s and Gavin’s, some nice hair and some Manchin’s
all dispassionate, Non-profit profiteers, renegades against action..
My Governor’s Kate Brown…she leaves families famished,
Set up our rules to die alone so I couldn’t see my grandma…
the way the mandates are placed, she didn’t even have Covid,
Hold your families close cause you wont know when they’re goin’
Can’t be there to hold them…they’ll rob your goodbyes
Please fear your politicians - cause they can ruin your lives…
People losing their hope, businesses closed…this shit is exposed,
Reds and blues, violets and roses, the gimmicks get cold…
Be it Trump, Epstein, Andrew, Bill, or kids missin’ from homes
Whether they funnel ‘em from the streets or through border patrol
This grab bag is sordid and old…the blood is all royal,
The snake is likely so long we couldn’t stomach the coils…

[Ill Finesse]

I'm the hot commodity so obviously niggaz dodging me
Then they form Voltron, these morons approachin a prodigy, uh, gotta be a lottery, uh uh, don't lie to me, fuck your sobriety, you must be drunk punk thinking you could see eye to eye with me, I swiftly, would beat that ass believe it or not like RIDLEY's, you gotta be kidding me? All you niggaz is hoes I should jump down a chimney... it's established now you got an affinity, the synergy from divinity enters the facility to bring tranquility now sing humility willingly vagrants, I can make you famous flagrantly like Ye and J Prince, I'll find a way to convince that I'm the greatest since....

[Celph Taut]

Well, we ain't convinced. Your record is 1-2, so, you've made attempts.
However, they've gone largely unnoticed, you've had to play the fence.
But there ain't dents. You got an outlet an all, you've been 'bout'n with...
That is frayed, I guess. But the method in which you evoke your presence...
On this forum? Ain't intense... I'd say it's tame, at the least.
How you gonna play with a beast? When your owner doesn't even let you get away from your leash?
Motherfucker got me chained to the streets... we ain't the same, Finesse.
You keep trying to claim the best? I looked at your work, and you're...
Less than OK, at text. You're not even average. I mean, the records don't lie.
Exhausted every effort and tried. Your entire run up to here? Has been one perpetual lie.
Putting in the work you see's worth the seed, trivial use...
To decapitate these industry plants from their physical roots...
This is the abuse you'd normally report...
But you're so broken, Ill, that you can't afford to retort.
The sort of support you'd need would be a state psychologist, ordered by court..
Your aura, dwindling. Your formula's short... the math ain't adding up in your formal report.
My key? The one they need special ordinance for..
Your one lyrical miracle away from the coroner's door...
I don't subscribe to your rhetoric, or your petty insults. Your impulse?
Broken down to programming logic. Your case function? Has been false.
You were attempting to be scandalous...
These hands are just, here for everybody, Ill - they're polyamorous.
I suggest if you can't stand a fist? You sit, n' take one the same.
Ain't nobody forsaken your name. If Ill was a chastity belt?
You'd need the entire world's weight, to abstain.
Out-rhyming you, clearly. Catching bodies, like World Trade center fireman carry.
You've been idling. I ain't been worried about a competitor in this environment
Since Charles Barkley's retirement. I say that, to say you bouncing back from this?
Ass whooping is as likely as getting Zion Williamson a diet kit.
This is for you, which means you'll own this ass whooping proprietorship.
I ain't lying, legit whooping your ass until I'm tired of it.
Gonna keep firing with these hands until my arms got to retire from it.
Ass whooping comes with a pension plan, I can travel the world, 'till I'm a dead.
Headshot, serve 'em with lead. If his zombie tries to converge on this thread.
Uh. Movies have taught me a neat trick, or two.
Double-tap if he come with that Russell Westbrook dress-look, or mumble rap.
Bullets shake 'em up, like a rumblepak.
I said the shells gonna stretch this 'hooeeee' out, worse than the Thundercats.
Word. I said he died the way he lived, a pussy.
Ain't no rookies in the squad, just 'bait', if they're playing 'hooky'.
The way I took 'em, they had to put 'em in a medical ward...
Called it Adventure Time, the way I draw on Fin', like Pendleton Ward.
Shit, I get on this board? Lay the beat down, n' then I let it record.
All that other nonsense going on? I don't get the energy for.
So if we really talking records and accolades? I got that, in spades.
You ain't part of the rap brigade. You all but, a deflated Volleyball prop, in Castaway.
This match was rigged, from the start.
I ain't trying to hear your 'witty' remarks. Got the battery to your pack, trying to give you a start.
Get going with the residual sparks...
Painting Rembrandt pieces out your diminishing art.
Uh. Firepower cause this clown to beg...
Get blown away with a Shotgun bigger than Rose McGowan's leg...
in Planet Terror, the size of a powder keg.
Your arms too small to snatch the crown away. This the battle around the way!
And it's not something I'm exactly proud to say, but I beat pansies.
This more easier than a arm wrestling match against Chief Hanzey.

[Celph Taut]

I keep my feet planted to your neck... DOOM effect.
DMX, Black Rob, and Humpty... who are we losing next?
Translucid, I use this flex to exude success
From my pores, while their pores are formulated from Mucinex.
Championing, it's charisma that flies from this fury.
My environment clearly provides what is near me, an advantage.
Son, no antics. I shine. Fuck the semantics... Bigotry damned, but I let it hang.
Could touch you through the screen long before Mark had the Meta name.
Feel the sensory overload from anything. Got many rings on the finger.
That's plenty bling. And I'm still not satisfied - the petty king.
RI.P to Tom Petty, I'm Free Falling to earth...
I come in like a damn wrecking ball, to the church.
And watch the stalwarts, disperse. From under the chapel walls, I emerge
like an Episcopalian demigod, breaking their facade, into words.
Oh. Yeah, forget the modern dialect.
Whatever mirrors my demeanor is what I reflect.
Everything other than that, is a side effect. My lines connect outside of their pious sect.
Removing the platform, should they try to step.
Wouldn't be wise, I warn. You might just find yourself inside of a giant firestorm.
From out the ashes, where I was born.
Hate these gangsters. More fronting, as soon as you press the record button.
Had these forum boards long before they could try to reform something.
I was the youth they were talking about... suffice to say
This life I played into exclusively signed my rights, away.
There's no black and white, just lines of gray; whether night or day.
I hibernate in the same webs operated by giant spider legs
Trying not to get crushed. Had my confidence given....
If you saw it through my eyes, you'd realize why the optics are different
Talking to these kids, rifting on an air guitar, with a meatloaf...
- sandwich, trying to preach hope out of authorities reach scope...
Can't love the conventionally attractive because they're soulless..
Can't hate the emotions any more than I can control it
The personification of rejection, granted. Warping your perspective
Into a different direction than it can comprehend, to amend the balance...
That's why I'm the opposite of apprehensive when you send your challenge...
Affording to you the luxury of a death, where it will feel like you never left the planet.

[Celph Taut]

The Shotgun preacher. My thoughts run deeper
then the wells of the most repressed mind, guess I'm....
Delivered, no UPS sign. Witness as I stand, to applause.
Granted, the odds are longer than X23's adamantium claws.
Wordplay for the lames that refuted the science.
What would you do if the Mayans used modern technology to prove you of their guidance
80 proof to drown out the music desires
Walking into a sound insulated room, full of fires
A sure fire way to turn down fate, 'till it's barely Audible.
Lauded as the Godfather of double entendre flows
It's not uncommon to see me going onto those
By dropping nothing but bombs, see their legs, body, and arms, exposed.
Live coverage. It's exactly what you'd expect if you push my buttons.
You can die, suicide, two inside your skull, from the back - so move aside.
Find yourself on the losing side of your acrimonious foolish pride.
I'm the guy that was popping his shit... you got what you get
if you were running your mouth... I pity Mankind, but don't get Socked in your lip.
For being cocky, a hit from this rocket and Rocky will quit.
Billy Boondocks for talking that shit, find yourself going off of a cliff.
Unprompted. "Who's Line Is It Anyway?" was a decent show...
But, just to let you people know there's depths to this that we can go.
This shit don't stop. The key reloads. I take this shoe out of the box and then I free your soul.
You got so many people who want to be controlled.
They're paying taxes and wondering, "Where did the freedom go?"
I free the flow, then put you in a shine box, 3x3 below.
Tommy, with the Tommy. Jimmy, with the Jimmy.
Batts gets that bat. You? You get the skinny.
Never friendly. Befriend my enemy with the end regime.
Pen send signals like wise guys, while Henry, sings.

[Ragian]

sing it with me, can't forget me, sing for the dead and sing for the living
the dead are just sleeping with dreams of lives that they are reliving
forget the competition, battle within not battle to win
everybody's a potential friend, I love life so much I wish it'll never end
together we're supreme, if it's a clash between two titans may the best titan win
feel the lyrics, forget the audience, these are my lyrics, my words will set me free not them

as we grow up we remember all the joy and all the pain
it hurt so good I cry and laugh all the same you might think I'm insane
I suffered but it was not in vain, God brought me to my knees just to raise me up again
baptized in fire, I understand the lake of fire was never meant for destruction

thas all I got. for now