keystyle.. "knights at the round table" (open cypher)

[corleone]

Yo..

I wreck shit.. at levels you couldn't project,
Intellect.. my style raw like infectious flesh/
Born out of wetlock,
Where witches gather in salems lot,
In a moshpit of demons where hell is hot,
I'm sick.. my thoughts create hellish plots,
And perceive life to be diseased to rot/
Genocide.. my pens' ink stains papyrus,
And dates back to prophecies on Corona Virus/
Tyrant, I hold keys to gates that behold bones and silence/-
And lay my victims down to a throne of violence/
I smoke weed, and toke till' my throat is burning,-
And that's what the fuck I call a higher learning/
I seek death and creep where Gods are purged/
And drink cups of blood, poured unto cisterns/
True blood.. a warrior, pleased to fight/
I'll punch your face in till' your teeth unite/
Who dreams to sight? At whom.. stands before you?/
I treat whores to riches, who stand loyal/(parable)
No respect for no man following one,
And serves after his liking, before his tongue/
Who wouldn't dare to reign.. ? Yet alone speak on it,
'Wouldn't want to be King and shit,
Leading, like he was made to be.. ?
An act of resilience, mistaken for bravery,
transitions' into slavery,
diminishing what was made to be..
A follower prostitutes his knowledge of self/
Where he fails to commit.. he trails somebody else/
I'm god like.. a warlord, destined to reign,
I use my sword for my weapon,-
And eat at the inflicted and slain/
On fields.. where corpses pile up, and stinches remain/
I kill.. and burn it all up, to vigorous flames..


(continue to rhyme after my last bar)

[Adverse]

Vigorous flame, y'all never flipped like a gymnast with sprains
But I've put snow all over the globe, and "rose bud" gave the Citizens Kane
Game over like that Chris Evans joint we pulling "Knives Out"
New bitch a china import look like Knives Chau she eating more than rice now
My violence is well documented as spastic, throwing random axes RIP to Sean Price
But i keep on writing to serve as homage to those that's gone to the light
And we never take an L Corleone that's word to Mr. Coleman
X-Raided, SPM.all the shit these cats spit is phoned in

[corleone]

Uppin ^^^^

[Exis]

Gay as fuck...

[corleone]

lol.. stop hatin

[Blue Bayou]

Originally Posted by Corleone

Yo..

I wreck shit.. at levels you couldn't project,
Intellect.. my style raw like infectious flesh/
Born out of wetlock,
Where witches gather in salems lot,
In a moshpit of demons where hell is hot,
I'm sick.. my thoughts create hellish plots,
And perceive life to be diseased to rot/
Genocide.. my pens' ink stains papyrus,
And dates back to prophecies on Corona Virus/
Tyrant, I hold keys to gates that behold bones and silence/-
And lay my victims down to a throne of violence/
I smoke weed, and toke till' my throat is burning,-
And that's what the fuck I call a higher learning/
I seek death and creep where Gods are purged/
And drink cups of blood, poured unto cisterns/
True blood.. a warrior, pleased to fight/
I'll punch your face in till' your teeth unite/
Who dreams to sight? At whom.. stands before you?/
I treat whores to riches, who stand loyal/(parable)
No respect for no man following one,
And serves after his liking, before his tongue/
Who wouldn't dare to reign.. ? Yet alone speak on it,
'Wouldn't want to be King and shit,
Leading, like he was made to be.. ?
An act of resilience, mistaken for bravery,
transitions' into slavery,
diminishing what was made to be..
A follower prostitutes his knowledge of self/
Where he fails to commit.. he trails somebody else/
I'm god like.. a warlord, destined to reign,
I use my sword for my weapon,-
And eat at the inflicted and slain/
On fields.. where corpses pile up, and stinches remain/
I kill.. and burn it all up, to vigorous flames..


(continue to rhyme after my last bar)

WOW this was fucking trash

[corleone]

lmao.. sure.. you should apply for the COVID-19 movement, and do us all the favor.. your starting to reak, dude. Honestly speaking tho.. and we all have those options so dont feel too special about yourself, lmfao..

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

I wasnt fuxkin with this too much tbh.

A follower prostitutes his knowledge of self/
Where he fails to commit.. he trails somebody else/

Thats a jewel though.