Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Mm, uh huh... I epitomise ‘civilised’.
I use posh silverware for my dinnertime psilocybs.
I hold my knife in the right hand, searching bins for pies.
I’m so civilised I refer to skets as ‘women’, and call bitches ‘mine’.
My lyrics got that Dylan vibe...
If Dylan had a different vibe.
If Dylan was a philistine spitting dumb ass shit about fists and knives.
I’m so civilised, I even sympathise like I give a shite.
I’m so civilised, I politely say thanks when I nick a bike.
I’m so civilised, I deck my whole street in Christmas lights...
Those red and blue ones which keep drifting by when I commit a crime.
I’m civilised... I sit in business ties, and say shit like ‘quickly guys, I need the figures Mike’...
When there isn’t even a Mike in the room, it’s just Tim and I.
(Tim’s my porpoise).

Weightless? Yes more facts
Because you are out of this world wack
You rhyme like monkey in zoo, you hurl crap
If hip-hop was your life then you don't deserve your girl back
Give her a twirl, inspire more fire from guys I vandalize
Leads to vigils by candlelight, with hearts heavy
I'm schooling these kids like I'm the professor, handle ready
Aims steady, at any and every, soar kaid doesn't even replay in my memories
Hit refresh, I'm still on the wrong page now what the heck?
https://youtu.be/-YypMj5qziU
Now it's just him and I, Aqumeni, I pull out my pen and begin to write out the visions, your deposition, the depths from within this composition marks the steps which my Fitbit counts as hits when I stomp opposition til their last breaths, no banter, they know what time it is, they could die in an untimely manner,

I'll check the temperature on ya mind ,
you are not hot ,
I'd demolish you like the twin tower demolition on spot ,
You dream of Aqumeni ,
who is that? ,
I'll stab you ,
get the officers on me before I pull back ,
I'm so fly that your ears will pop , (some peoples ears pop when they're in an air plane)
and my crew will drop rhymes for the guap ,
I'm heavy as a refridgerator ,
someone you cant liff up , (lift)
I rock a cross on my chest with stones thats a different cut ,
I sympathize with stupid dudes like you ,
when you aint got the procisional raps to dice a jewel ,
I stay benevolent like Hercule ,
Thats my character in a duel ,
against fools like Ill finesse ,
You can't take the cross off my chest

Secret Super Star Smasher Style... (S 5) This is catchy

I'll drop work on ya block ,
You aint hype enough ,
I'mma killer that shines like the sun ,
You aint bright enough ,
Pop the K till you raise up a white flag ,
You aint mighty enough ,
You starvin for knowledge neglectin ya soul ,
You aint writin enough ,
Look ,
I'm shootin at ya chest ,
When the guage shows up ,
the drama police rolls up ,
I'm puttin hits on your dogs ,
every car blows up ,
I'm one of the best ,
Sho'nuff ,
Do I need to explain? ,
When I rhyme ,
Your mind ooze's outta ya brain

Take the stairs back to where you came from ,
You couldn't pop a shotty let alone aim one ,
like your dangerous ,
You make me look nice ,
Especially when your losing a fair game of dice ,
Your the insect to the hood ,
Tryin to scurry away like a cockroach ,
I see you run ,
I'm puttin my dogs on you like rock smoke ,
you have sex with ugly women ,
You'd lose your virginity to a fat chick ,
those aint on my list ,
or on my last picks ,
You might as well serve like maids ,
Your unattractable to women even with a good ice game ,
I’ll give you some advice ,
Don’t go for the dimes ,
Cuz you’d lose your girl to a player all the time

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I'll steal you with a open palm ,
Send you to god with raps in your stash wrong ,
Its a time of the most spectacular ,
Smash your head in and grapple with your vernacular ,
I shoot missles at your army fatigues in the earth saga ,
Your moms a dumb chick ,
I smell the cologne on ya momma ,
Perfume on ya father ,
He's gay ,
Place my silencer on his face and let way with the guage ,
It was less of a problem when I was in your wake ,
Watchin you get walked down the lane in your casket ,
I saw this and thought what would it earn me to blast it ,
Cock back and cause casualties ,
Not only your team but your close family ,
I wrote this drastically ,
With a intention to cause maximum damage to your anatomy

What you talk-ien about, ork-ward as ever,
I know what Soar-on, getting his ring destroyed by 2 dwarves n a leper,
You spent Christmas day sniffin yay and doing your little sisters braids,
Your dad got you a kit for making dicks with clay, weird, cuz you got him the same,
You talk fightin like you've never been punched before,
Have an aura that says you've never fucked before,
Get offended like no ones called you a cunt before,
If you were a Pokémon, you would be Bumbasoar,

Personified poontang, rep that 'just you' gang,
Spend your life fantasizing about Wu tang,
Wakes up chooses a style from his dead collection,
"Secret tiger style is immune to nearly every weapon",
"It's, Soar I'mma give it to ya,
With no trivia, Sore cuz I got both AIDS n Chlamydia,
My hip hop is dross my fonts amazing,
So my grammatic failings are not as blatant"
Peace is a concept war happened to make,
Even the smell of fresh cut grass comes from the clash of 2 blades

No style this time...

You couldn't beat me in a millisecond ,
Why we beefin and why am I hittin you with a million decka's ,
Ceilings might fall so behold ,
I'm on the mark where you wish to be own , (own/on)
your a felon in the midst of my throne ,
Settle down with the stupid stuff ,
If you messed around in the bed with huuh , (huh/her)
Diamond Lux would have ya penis beheaded bruh , (some rap chick)
Street seditives would be included in your district like a medic huff's ,
If you seen all the people I've killed like you ,
pranked competita's

If you're gonna make references like the sedative thing,
Take a second to think, "I know little of this subject, so rather than guess on a whim and give the impression I'm dim, should I remember the name 'Celph Taut' and start getting the hint?"
Cuz I don't mean to be pedantic Soar,
But street sedatives aren't 'huffed' they come in tablet form,
Because it's easy to sell diazepam galore,
Unless you mean that super gangsta nitrous that's not banned by law,
You think this is beef but I'm just tryna season ya,
Teach you to use Google or an encyclopedia,
So your minds interior isn't styled in sepia,
I'm feedin ya, try eat more rice, noodles, even pie,
Because your BMI isn't even pi

See this guy is on to something, but his effort's all for nothing
he's clearly fronting, talking big game hitter but all bunting
swinging at every pitch, every target, instead of calm hunting
leaving the readers all wanting somebody better to step to the task
it's the new year and you don't even have to ask
your man is on the scene ready to set an example
i don't need google or a dictionary, my database is ample
enough to squash any silly little bag full
of shit so corny you really should be bashful
log out for a while and hope you don't get cancelled
son my rhymes are a stampede, don't get trampled!

No style

I'm like sasquatch ,
I'll run over you with my 2 shoes ,
While your body gets trampled under my view ,
I don't have to call cops ,
I'll get the tech at last ,
Put you in a hefty ,
and have my team cover the bag ,
You messin with a G ,
Picture this melancholy dream of the piece ,
Gample you inside of the east ,
Your girls wild as a giraffe ,
cuz her neck game slobs me up clean ,
I'm beatin this dude SinSeer till his head bursts ,
Poppin craniums is my best move ,
so its first

No Style

I aim to dissect you into a stream of blood ,
What you seen was whats up ,
I'm into team beatings that turn to a double piece of the guns ,
I'm sure enough to delete your small standing ,
I'm all ample ,
I stride like a my tiger style and I'm liver when I'm random ,
I set aside all the institutions pressin ,
Rip a hole in your body with a couple smith N wessons ,
I turn dudes like you into cinderella's ,
I'm just practice'n so ,
if you think about dawnin a rap slaughter ,
go ahead and quote or don't bother ,
I'd cause your back to blow out like iraqi war sargents ,
I'll take your pulse farther than that ,
Hold you to a lighter cuz your less to me than a dollar back ,
I survived stone wrecks harder than you ,
Rope tie your neck to a cell door ,
And choke out on the floor ,
You can't expect to beat me ,
I see this going my way easily ,
My truck ridin on the road can't season you riders freely ,
I never stop ,
and I'm causin heads to pop like Adolf Hitler beatings

This is the season to dwell with a K ,
I'm sorting this herb out ,
even his face with the shell case ,
You can tell I'm a ace ,
Puttin SinSeer in my vision is my best bet to survive ,
Veer on the road in a V to run over ya hide ,
Butcherin this fiend for a little payment or debt ,
is scandelous at best ,
Give me a bit more to put a cross hair on his chest ,
I cared less over your first rapper ,
See'n that pass had me wishin I never seen that wackness ,
See'n all the dimes that I hit up made me think of that chick I was tackle'n ,
Cold world ,
I think it was your chick I was mackin ,
Call me a savage ,
Being on the streets has me nerve wrecked ,
Small samples that I payed for to give back just to earn less ,
I gave it my all and dudes like you even it up for a fallin ,
Diminish you like a bowl of stew eatin up by a tyrant starvin ,
When the AR is armin ,
whats is spittin out of the volcano is only lava

Think you're rapping lava, writing the magma carta,
Bro you're fuckin with the GOAT like a randy farmer,
I'll be at your door with a bat n balaclava,
N get to swingin somethin stupid like Frank Sinatra,
Pack a Llama, meet me in the park n keep ya pistol tucked,
You can grab the ladder, shoot or slide back the spring n duck,
Just know a round-a-bout to hit you, magnum barrell spinning n it's big as fuck,
My shits heavy, so soon as it see-soar it's gonna lift him up,
That's literally child's play, I wrote n you read,
I monkey round n the bars still go over your head

Rolo's is my chocolates but I starve to eat more ,
You joshin if you think you takin that from me in war ,
Whats in the bag is delicious ,
Eatin the inside of this bag till I'm not malnutrishent , (malnutritient)
You solved it ,
but I'm much righter ,
Piece together the puzzle in a brighter way and it'll light ya ,
Siamese like a gym architect with a twin swingin from the top ,
I adore the mission whenever I size up a man with the rock ,
Rewards for a war torn addict gone to heaven ,
You seek a charm ,
you get dealt with if you try to steal my arms ,
I'm cannon ready ,
Blowin chunks out of your bag to your lower compartment ,
Ridin down the sides of your paper intestines like a downy towel ,
To each his own when I rip the bag holes in your bowels ,
I'mma style lord ,
Hordin all types of skills in my rim deck of premise ,
Guiness shots in my finger tips at the dinner entrance ,
You can't expect to see a win this year ,
in 2021 against me ,
Your dialect has holes in your bag and its droppin treats like halloween ,
I'll stab your lungs ,
Drippin with spinal fluid while your hung ,
Decrepified lunatic specifically strung by his head ,
You lookin to die? ,
I'll posture that want if you recognize my interests is to ride ,
I'll have your insides torn apart ,
Put the mack on the mark and blow out your back to your heart ,
I'mma spark ,
I'm losin focus on this rap so now I have to depart

One half of me wants to help you make the climb,
The other – knock ya lights out for wearing shades inside,
2,000 words right there, work it out, we’ll wait for 5,
I’m helping you picture how I’m in 2 frames of mind...

You know climbin frames, glasses frames, I don’t like to rewind,
But you said you’re struggling to focus on writing ya rhymes,
Can’t see where you’re going, I’m not surprised as to why,
You lost your 20:20 vision, it’s just a sign of the times,
x
Soar tryin so hard to be on a gangsta tip,
Heard his boys all bragging bout mackin chicks,
Went on a date with an average 6,
Classy shit - liquor store with a bag of chips,
Both got drunk, went back to his,
Candles lit, romantic-ish,
Soar thinkin “I’m bout to be the man, legit”
She closed her eyes, Soar took his chance n acted quick,
Pulled out his mac 10 n fuckin clapped the bitch,
Dude was crip walkin everywhere for weeks after it

Your life is a study that aims to learn, the effects of being punched in the face at birth,
This years report stated “Duhhh, it makes it worse”,
Therefore, parents are now informed by the neonatal nurse,
“If you wish to have a child with a brain that works, we recommend not punching the baby first”