Hotboxin', with Mike... (Baron Mynd diss)

This isn't purely aimed at you,
But even if it is, so what, I have the boldness to say it regardless.
Shadowboxing is homo and gay, dummy.
So you'll get lamped - for throwing shade on the harmless.
Its little boys who throw insults and names
When I do i'm seriously only calling a spade just a spade.
And white overcomes black, so I've got tones and shades of beige for a target.
Plus tonnes in weight...
So with that said, you are a boy.. it's clear you're just Aladdin a man's body...
so this whole site is patiently waiting, for you take flight...and sail away on a carpet.
Shadowboxing cause you exist in the shallow... grave of graves, in the darkness.
I'm decorating, in the most painful of ways...whats that word those painters say..
you'll get plastered, from the floor to the ceiling..
It's common to witness the sun rise and set, from morning to evening.
But I bet you've never seen Mercury go retrograde...
Yes, i'm back on my bully. When i'm on it the thing will buckle
I don't give a fuck who gets it..
I'll go into Megadrive, and punch Sonic for his rings, with Knuckles.
Readers, flip a coin... heads or Tails, which one's it gonna be who wins this scuffle?
Just give to Caesar, what belongs to him. Give the baby his drinking bottle..
Cause when it comes to a battle... a proconsul won't even have the Gaul, to even.. rebuttle
It's the battle of Little Bighorn - a cowboy matched with a light Indian..
Didn't know shadowsparring was like...still a trend?
Maybe for those in medieval times...therefore i'm not really suprised you shadowbox..
cause its clear this Baron belongs in the inferior, dark ages
Shadowing boxing's for the geeks who just spar basic.
My art's greatest, and there's typically no heat in darkness..
so fuck shadowboxing. I'm giving you what you haven't received..
I'm hotboxing you like Mike..
Bringing natural rays, to raise you from the dead, not just with artificial night-light.
Don't care if you bring a centurion's sword to this knifefight..
So what you bring a sword? I'll bring an axe, straight to Romans...
..like the book in which Saul was transformed
Through to the start of the Christian epistles..
I'm spitting with missiles..
You don't have enough Arcs and Angles to try me..
You'll need Joans and Kurts
Darkness can't defeat these solar words
This cowboy needs a growing spurt
A baron only has dominance and control... over herds
And nothing suggests i'm a cow
You'll be a shadow-boxer no longer, when I have you grappling
With thought-provoking, existential questions
Which affect your sense of self...
You're a wrestler now.
Don't mean to cause you mental depression...
But seriously, you wouldn't have been a Baron centuries ago...
You'd be a jester and clown.
A person who shadowboxes
Doesn't have the light to even see what he's hitting.
You don't have light, you're in ignorance;
You can't even see what you're missing.
Bereft of knowledge, weak opposition!
You never opposed me - true.
But you slept on me, Bonaparte.. seems you're a light-sleeper.
You Napoleon days, I have the time to sleep both day and night
Therefore I have the rarest of sight, to see through light itself
And extract the phoniness, out of the dark!
Hitting Homers right out of the park..
You're getting a lesson that's gotta be learned...
With an atom bomb, you'll get blown apart, to Smither-ines...
Such heat it'll be too hot to Yale.. the alma-mater of Charles...
call that Montgomery Burns..
Ah, the Simpsons, this diss has taken quite a comedic turn...
But i'm nothing to laugh at...try me, and see for yourself.
I've gone past being crazy, I'm not 7.30...
i'm nearer to twelve...at this hour its pitch-black..
And even though a caveman would rather use spears,
i've got pitchforks for barons, plus balls from canons...
Seeing as she's so strong, go ask your queen, if she wants some action
I'll run through your knight, rook, bishop.. your whole squad, with much time left.
Barons don't speak unbiased truth. The only time i've seen medi-eval bars
With any sense of objectivity, is in.. online chess
You may think I'm a peasant, a pawn...
so I guess that's why you've been silent - you don't talk to subordinates
Well I don't talk to squares..unless i've got something to address..
And when I do, I usually leave them in pieces
When I come through like Godzilla stomping on all the co-ordinates.
The entire board, i'm just monsterous..
But I needn't stomp all over it, cause to address you,
All that's that needed is a single stamp.
However, what do you expect from a professor,
but i'm aware that to get through to you, baron...
I needn't have typed at all, it would have been better, to done it medieval style
...and written to you, with an ink pen and a letter...
hell, there isn't even need for all these words,
i could have this literally had all this condensed in... a letter.
...Either way, you woudn't have clear comprehension, of the lecture.
Make a call to your colleagues, to all the king's horses and all the king's men.
I'm really off the wall with this pen...while you've been fell off...
and you know how the rest of that goes,
I won't bother to repeat the rest of that story again.
Don't you remember the ending, when you read it in nursery, at 10?
I'll certainly bend, your mynd.. with a question, my friend..
Is it Quantum mechanics or quantum mechanics? Tomato, tomato.
All I know is , a 'caveman' can be practically formed from a 'mechanic'
This is the longest of rants, I told you fooling with me is not amateur dramatics
Or amateur dramatics. Potato, potato. I'm not one for semantics
I just spazz out, like a retard or a spastic.
There was no cause for the madness but i'm a pathic - a psycho.
Plus pathetic - emp! When the situation calls for compassion.
So therefore, I handle you with gloves, I'm careful not to drop a ceramic
I may be a spazzer, but I'm not a smasher, a bull in a china shop...
i wasn't astrologically born as a Taurus.
I'm of the air, not of the water - a duck like the rapper from Degrassi
I've digressed, I went too far off the edge, on a bender...threw a curveball.
To get back to before, I'll have you pierced and impaled,
Like Ahab, from Moby Dick, spearing a whale
You're clearly imprelled, towards the poles
Going east, near the borders of the Ori-en-tals.
I'll have you on the cross, the Romans knew something about driving
In nails - they invented roads didn't they? They drove them
But i'll be steering them into your shell. It's like seeing an egg crack
You're Humpty Dumpty, remember? An egg's meant to get beaten!
Not with a whisk, bitch, you'll get beaten with belt straps.
This heat will even melt black, till it turns green as a elf's hat.
You're a blacksmith, a Prometheus, you weld...
you don't wield swords.
You make swings, spinning roundabouts and see-saws for juniors.
I've senior type before. Get into the real world, Eeeyore!
You're just a capo... you can never be a don-key'ing on computers!
Go get Winnie - you'll need friends to attack, and defend ya!
Thinking you're a boss, you're not a special character, and definitely not a main.
You're simply an NPC. But when were NPC's ever respected as the veteran letters?
When did they ever get the respect of an A, a I, or an E?
Conso-nants are weak.
I know, I know, I got an N and C in mine
But what would fire-man be without the weakness and wetness of water,
to cool and temper his temper. What would mankind be without the women,
- the elegnant gender?
I'm an astronaut, and really, I get bored with keys, so I do something you can't do
I head outdoors for adventures. The big, wide universe.
Why can't you do it? Cause you're still spending your life, cooped up, like a hen
Spending a liftetime on the net, under house arrest
Head buried in a keyboard, under a CAPS-lock and key
Wanna be free? Then type two simple words, with a comma, for me..."Sorry, please".
Too bad, Baron, you're stuck in AD, I know you wanna B, BC
To return nearer to the denseness of the centre..
Even back then there were hosts, networks, servers and usurpers..
From Robert the Bruce to Fiona Bruce...the BBC's premier, redhead presenter...
its been the same news and weather, forever...
Just different mutations, malfunctions, and technical errors.
Different actors in different guises, different sets of pretenders...
Different communications, signals, expressions and gestures.
You can get back home, you know the way! You'd do best to remember
Just hit the 'home' button, plus F and press enter.
A Baron ought not to think too highly of himself, for a baron is just a clerical member
Seeing to the affairs of his uppers
How will dare, then, to meddle with others'?
If you read this, reply if you wish, if you have some venting to do.
Clear your throat, spit phlegm and then spew!
Pay me back in my own coin, emperor...I mean, baron.
Dispense it in full. But it's not like you have much to author
Cause you're just a cattle baron,
The only thing of worth in your penmanship's bull
Bull-shit. The best you've got to offer is either manure
Or protein - for digestion - as food.
Keep in mind, all you barons..you unruly brethren...
This was originally directed towards kings, it wasn't even meant to be you.

I see you. Not read it yet but I’ll respond.

How many did you go?

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Originally Posted by Baron Mynd

I see you. Not read it yet but I’ll respond.

How many did you go?

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174 lines,
knew he was actually serious with word play at
It's clear you're just Aladdin a man's body...
Even phonetic bending of syllable enunciation.
Some filler but some good stuff in here.

thanks, Animal for the feedback. Did I really go 174?...wow, that's like the longest thing i've ever written, especially as a diss, which i don't usually write. It just came to me all through the night, and i couldn't sleep. Inspiration is crazy.

Looking forward to your response, Baron... and Baron, you still got another one which you're yet to respond to (if u do respond) in your OATS DISS thread.

Drake -"I did another one, I did another one. You still ain't did shit about the other one"