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Kannabull you don't want drama wit the Soarin type ,
I'm flying higher than a 5 G signal spittin on a roarin mic ,
I'm quick to take ya life ,
It don't mean much other than a fake price ,
I got the prison bar codes ,
put it on ya wrist ,
like I took all ya rights ,
Ya vision is a ten twenty ,
mine is a fourty ten ,
My "looks" numbers been beautiful ,
like a foreign whip ,
It gets dramatic when I'm floorin it ,
Ya raps on "stool" ,
that's somethin similar to how a blue porty "sits"
I won't deny my flows the shit here/
you boxed out on my level, septic engineer//
Square, you sorted, two dimensionals/
Im a linguistic sentenel with corundum and iron testicles//
Turn my sound into a weapon tanto blade/ you def not laid, def not paid, def not made, Soar not Kaid//
40/10 vision shit that's needy, I could be neon green cloned three deep, unzipped with a dangling weeny/
And youd still need FLIR to see me//
Focus kid, your syllabic is tragic, fuck a hat just kill the rabbit, at least it's dramatic//
As for your metaphors they're weaker than 56 annual/
You not lit or juiced you just dry like a granule/
Get bit fuckin with an animal//
Breezy collude, hella rude, cause Killin you is easy to do//
Kanna"bull" your rap image is lookin like a terrier ,
cuz my flows will cannibalize you ,
and eat you like you inferior ,
I wonder if my raps could actually dissect em ,
pop a "shot" of bullets in ya mouth ,
let it come out ya rectum ,
Who would select you? ,
you jivin ,
when the world needs a savior ,
I'll knock ya knee's off wit the shells for your behavior ,
Put a bounty on ya head ,
let the price be its neighbor ,
I'm ballin on you fresh out like LeBron on the Lakers ,
I get beautiful like an angel on you ,
My guns don't keep with the safety ,
so they bangin on you ,
I'm larger than you in rap ,
So ya fame is foiled ,
I'll beat the “dog” outta this “bull” ,
until he’s tame and loyal ,
Your form is misrepresented ,
and my lyrics are in school detention like their relentless ,
You can't rap this nice ,
and you'll never flow this vicious ,
get with it…
Kaid looking like a fag
With that mask on looking like a drag
Gets the strap but anti-bacs the mag
Head so big jamming gives him jet lag
First of all Soar Kaid aint gay ,
slick trick your a hypocrite ,
I bet you "blow" more "jobs" than dudes in "minute men" , (he's a gay minute man...lol)
I'mma pimp ,
you had better recognize ,
cuz I'll put you through a nightmare ,
you'll catch the hell of a homicide ,
I flow rugged in my raps ,
you can tell that I’m bonified ,
Homie frontin until they put him in a cell wit the wrong kind ,
My raps are abusive ,
Get too close ,
and I'll damage you like a contusion ,
I'll rock you wit the gun,
Leave bruises on ya bruises ,
I grip only AK’s around the “clock” ,
Cuz I make “time” to be ruthless ,
Check it ,
Slick ,
You can’t rap hard enough to destroy the session ,
I’ll scrap ya thoughts ,
Till they can’t pull ya verbals outta the wreckage ,
Wit slicks fake raps ,
Soar Kaid remains the deadliest ,
I'll Pop shots at slicks wig ,
And leave him “Hot” as a “Mexican”
Gotta destroy...
Imagine having to state you aint gay ... HAHAHAHAHA
You grab it, cock and blow, oh you aint say
why you so antsay and take it to heart
you'd get taken apart, you fake n a narc
for the sake of the art, you scared
even twista couldn't spit to the pace a ya heart
racein like my cocaine babe'n, you no Ace'n
for your sake man just bow out show some grace'n
I'll sneak behind you roll and grab ya sneaks ,
This aint a super market when I open the beef ,
This is a "chicken and noodles" type of fight ,
cuz I'll cook you in the oven till you "fowl" ,
in ya "mind" , (fowl/foul)
This is a "battle of the hoods" type of business ,
Like an excursion of which brotha’s "hoodies" the biggest ,
This is a "little MC vs Soar Kaid" type of act ,
I'm killin roll wit the weed smoke goin over my back ,
And this is a “punk and a king” type of trip ,
The nerve of this “buster” ,
to make me speak murder from a “royalty’s” lips ,
You aint no problem ,
Like Soar Kaid is shook ,
And like a “tattoo parlor” ,
I’ll take the “gun” ,
Spray and paint ya looks
Roll you up and out yourself like your getting with life ,
your getting with all the things that you deem that is nice ,
But I rebuttal the constant lack of MC ship ,
Your raps couldn't hold a flame to me ,
your on a MC binge ,
This man is holding out like his skills are dormant ,
I rap totally out of your league cuz my skill is enormous ,
I think your not being forth coming ,
I think your hiding your real flow ,
Like its not worth dumbing ,
But I see you ,
I could not shoot you and stop my gun from beamin you ,
I could ignore your lyrics like your raps weren’t readable ,
So I’mma take this stuff to the bricks ,
Theres no remedy to the Death I give you ,
wit both of the grips ,
If ,
I heard you spittin heat on wax wit a visionary style ,
I’ll be dumb founded ,
And come back to thinking intelligent for a while ,
But no ,
I’mma destroy you physically ,
wit slugs comin out of the pound ,
I’ll imagine the distance between you ,
and the end of my rounds ,
I detest your rap music ,
You got introvertable sounds ,
I’ll go guerilla on you ,
Like there was a zoo on your grounds ,
I’d ginsu you wit the knives ,
like the butchers at Wal Mart stores ,
Until I chop you in two ,
and you die while you bleed from ya core ,
I’ll measure how I’ll kill you ,
by the length of my sword ,
I’m crack ,
Cuz I’m “Able” to take the “Caine” out the Biblical source
Dumbass, Cain killed Able, in case you ain't able to read
Your tale is weak, so while you spinnin yarns n jawnin
I was on it, name untarnished, the carnage
is more then just some song shit,
I don't gas hype, lemme talk about my past life
gun to your chest, gimme that, that's right
runnin the city while your runnin always seein the gas light
poppin on, you never got it poppin uh
You can tell the way you talkin you never knocked it off
You crack? for fucks sake, fuck face
your girl could tell you how I lock her jaw
The bitch in question wouldn't be one to talk if you had in fact successfully locked her jaw, In the event you ever actually body Soar, you should take a cold bath, in a loch with Jaws, you got microscopic balls & girl's name your cock 'shorty', My dicks massive, I got a lengthy tail, long story, watch for me, it's your face these hands be swingin across, Have this fake Roll X'd out if he's tickin me off, talkin about grippin a Glock bringin gun lines now, you're gonna be in trouble when your mum finds out, but straight facts - if you think bein a badman's good then your views on the world are upside down
Don’t sweat it ,
But I know you always lyrically jog long bag ,
falls and winters comin ,
So you gotta bring your long johns back ,
You gotta put your focus on when you battle me ,
Keep your eyes on my gun ,
I’m shootin bullets “fatter” than a “calorie” ,
I’m comin out hard like the energy ,
in a Battery ,
To turn bag off ,
No flattery ,
I heard ,
“You could time kaid and his lyrics ,
With his words on the beat ,
He’d beat you faster than B-Boys on the street ,
Spinnin over a card board sheet ,
How does he keep it runnin?” – FOX NEWS Reporter
Hotness ,
The same place that I keep the gun in ,
Put your “pipes” back in your “bag” , (bag as in you)
You might need to fix your “plumbin” ,
SK to mandela’s mouth ,
Spittin clips and yes I keep 'em comin (comin/orgasm)
You aint phasin me homes, this little phase that you on
being a rapper, yeah sure
I'll flip, sick, flick the pick in ya face like razor ramon
Ice grillin me, can't compete with my soliloquies
I'm pesci in the back seat, think i'm clownin you
But I done the shit you talk about but aint down to prove
Mess wit me ,
and I'll "roll" on you like four wheela's ,
cuz Soar Kaid looks deadlier than diamond’s on bone finga’s ,
Its like Hercules rushin you ,
When I hit you with the Dillinga ,
The guns “bullets” will feel like building “beams” ,
stickin and peelin ya ,
My guns shoot at you like telescope shutters ,
Roll is a pansy flower ,
Its metamorphosis on this brotha ,
Watch it ,
cuz these raps get “black” like Danny Glover ,
I shine brighter than the sun ,
so you’d better take cover ,
I’mma Jedi ,
I’ll probe your mind with the Anakin grip ,
and I’m quick to slice you up with the light sabre tip ,
Goin against me is like balancin a mountain of glass on ya lips ,
Or tryin to put a Def Con missile ,
up against a grip ,
I’m hittin you with a thousand degree’s like a giser ,
You’s a roll without the butter ,
and I’m death the pale horse rider ,
It’s a revelation to dream of your sire ,
Which is Soar Kaid ,
With raps that lead as the head of the choir ,
But am I defiled? ,
That may be the main reason ,
why I stay ahead of the isle ,
cuz your man got powers ,
I'm super human
You're not super Kaid, you're a loser Kaid,
You can't afford meth so you just buy lucozade,
Stars wars is relatable to you cuz A- anakins a faggot & B- Luke has aids,
"Watch these raps get black like Danny Glover",
Well yeah cuz it's in text n that's the standard colour,
I asked 100 people to rate your bars I got the facts in numbers, n I heard more 'corn yo's than Hispanic lovers,
But you get props for the fact - whether or not it was glass - going against you is balancing a mountain on ya lips, an impossible task, because velocity, mass, according to math, is an impossible act without a force pushin back
If you missed that 'coņo' shit watch some Spanish porn n adapt