Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Amazing, witty, Taylor Swifty,
Make ya writing goa-way like translating Hindi,
The only reason you're not signed is cuz you'll make it indie,
Big in the bar biz you don't be rating Sindy,
I'll catch soar in the park like playing frisby,
Put a hole in ya roof, you want the smoke, take a chimney,
I'm big down under like Adelaide n Sydney,
Harder than tryna find a replacement kidney,
If you're sick of your hood n wanna escape the city,
Just wear a baggy coat on a day that's windy,
Gunz v gunz, don't matter if he hold sticks you'll see this mark boxed,
Yano cuz a marked box holds a tick, I knew you'd skim that part, lost,
I'm only holding 2 sticks cuz Asian bitches are hot,
Or if I gave you a high 10 but ripped your twiggy arms off,
insha'Allah boss, you'll get christened hard crossed, cuttin curves you'll pay the price like what a scimitar costs

Your more of a man from those genius tapes ,
Sendin a heap of "shots" to my head ,
but I dodge the "meds" ,
Seein your more of a man that can hold the pen ,
Expose the K ,
light you up like a christmas wraith , (wreath/wraith)
Put your lips up ,
Duke it out with a dude that raps cool ,
I'll diminish the rules and cheat you so smooth ,
I'll pull the precipital ruuge ,
Slip out the back door and aim at ya roof

Slip out my back door and aim at my roof? Pause... Play,
Soar Kaid, taking into account what this message of yours states,
The judge, jury and all other members of the court say,
the evidence is overwhelming; you were born gay,
You go to lord of the rings cosplay nights & put the soar kaid in "Who gave this orc AIDS?",
Not my kind of thing but it's your life, whatever,
But Gunz v Gunz? Be real, you're more a sword v sword kinda bredda,
In 2012, while the hip hop world was mourning, asking "Why MCA?",
You were 12, watching gay porn, dancing to YMCA

I'm movin iron swiftly on the go ,
Knock your head off with the shotty ,
If its 500 million on ya head then I hit the lottery ,
Those missles make you back flip ,
Dialin the scope on the rifle for tactics ,
I'm way farther than you could ever imagine ,
I’m usin David Blaine to kill off competition with magic ,
Its nothin but Havoc ,
Hit you with a glock ,
As the seconds hand turns on my one to one watch ,
I aint bragging bout your hits that I’ve stopped ,
Heavy lyrics get writ even if they don’t get copped ,
You know the plot

Your creativity is equal to the pick up line:
'You have a vagina, can I put my dick inside?'
A girl once told you she was wetter than a slip n slide,
So you gave her a tissue n blew a kiss goodbye,
Changing fonts is in your skill set, hitting puberty isn't,
You think onlyfans just sell cooling equipment,
You think David Blaine is really magic, I'm just recallin your quote,
Cuz it coincides with the fact that Soar's are a joke,
If you didn't already know, that's a sorcerer joke,
You must-admit your style's mayonnaise, maybe that's why you're the source of a joke

I see you thinkin I'm a joke with your pansy hopes ,
String me along like a dog but I'm bitin at ya throat ,
Mean while ,
I strike out never ,
Jewels hangin over ya chest guns shootin em off ,
I'll hang you or make you jump ten stories from the top ,
Now drop ,
Both ways is belligerence with a vengeance ,
Smell some shrooms in the jungle while the quarters ridden ,
I am hittin ,
Double Dragon with the kicks ,
Dog you just a little shitzu ,
you think your raw but the bell rings for my mentals ,
if you ,
draw figures I'll delete em like photo shop ,
Green land in the back ,
frontin hash on the block ,
Jury duty ,
You stand against the criminals in a subliminal plot ,
I'll blast at you till your astral signs an allusion to the cross

Soar kaid again, sorry to hurt your feelings
I can tell you're broke by them low ceilings
Your facemask the cheapest, I pay attention to details
The picture quality tells me your phone goes for $99 at retail
You cannot prevail when it's time to get it on
I summon my inner Paul Phoenix & Lei Wulong
Or I'll see you in the Gulag, whatever bag you on
Any illusion you choosing, I'm intruding
And any lesson is a blessing, students
Come back less wack with an impact that's conducive
to produce something conclusive
Now pardon me, you fake ass RG3
You need a ghost writer like Cardi B
If you ever wanna spar with me

iLL Finesse

I kill people like you in my doctor mask ,
I enter a case of easing into a mood to blast ,
I used my computer camera to take the picture ,
Under the disguise I’m smoother and much sicker ,
You aint quite ready to see that yet ,
Your just a baby in the womb of the opposite sex ,
I don’t care how much info you got on me ,
your house is dirty as the tray you put your pot in homie ,
Later in twenty twenty one I’ll reveal my face ,
It’s the mouth bow tie because death is the case

If Ill finesse was a chick in a bra ,
you know she'd be gettin it raw ,
Finesse rides on a scooter and calls himself the law ,
Neck ringin is one way to kill this feasant Baa-cock!!! ,
I’m in hooptie makin the concrete shake whenever it drop ,
You wet your pants whenever your shocked ,
Nobody would buy your candy bars whenever they shop , (candy bars rhymes)
Your job sells more merchandise whenever your off ,
When I flow ,
Its murky as water in a bottle ,
The words out your mouth are outta here like a news motto ,
You prolly at ya house on ya television screen watchin Bravo ,
I aint ugly which ups my chances of being a model

https://youtu.be/ZtEDVALRJDM

You a model? Is that the case?
Home alone taking photos with a mask on your face
Clearly you got something to hide
This just a picture nigga but I ain't letting SHIT slide
You'll never flourish looking all malnourished
Fuck ducking my wave this clown would drown in a mild current
Double posting because you determined
Return and find a sermon, I preach higher learning to vermin
The strains of my herb I'm merging is green crack and durbin
soar kaid is wack so on this track I'm swag surfing
If I were to get mad you could get fragged while working
I personally feel you're a fag lurking
Not mad at the person, just the drag of reading bad verses

-iLL Finesse

You runnin in the game tryin to avoid my lasso ,
I got the mentality of a G but I don't like to brag doe ,
My lyrics aint raw? ,
You should tell that to my fist ,
Disrespectin me with those second rate rhymes ,
These flows doin you in ,
If your better than this then why aint I deceased?,
your type of flows don’t shock me ,
No wonder you aint a beast ,
Your moms left you all alone on a wall as a tike ,
Dealin with that type of grief got you up late night

I'll take your whole style and I'll wreck it ,
Black fitted cap on my head lookin wreckless ,
I got this perfected ,
Beauticians don't notice you need special attention to ya head dress ,
Take your money from gettin McDonalds ,
So you gettin fed less ,
I'm on some illness ,
Double oh Seven with my hands on your chick ,
and she feels this ,
I'm only spittin realness ,
Valient like no other with a steel grip and some steel clips ,
Look ,
You stash your money in your socks ,
Bill gates dough in my bank where the gem stones stocked

If ya knew anything ballers like Bill gates don’t own gems only gold bars
N cryptocurrencies with electronic Gucci wallets to hold ours/
We incog - Rollin like the brinks truck with infrared beams and dual sighted ACOG
You play hard - but so impressionable like play-doh - you gay-hoe
I’m chasing paper you chase the rainbow/
On my say so wolves ll chase you all day bro - for the fun and the funds
Guns? You better some like you fresh out a 23 n 1//
You can’t stand up to this Nuke bomb - plenty a heat son
Chop ya feet off for them jays - double entendre - to show you defeat son//
Prolly still thinkin you top dog - my bars stay cooking - that makes you a hot-dog//
you don’t cut the mustard - ketchup - ya bitch only relish my mayo
Ya brain slow a rotten tomato only value you have is a peso //
Filler - like a namecard on a seat - you just space hold
Impersonating the person for certain everyones been waiting
Congrats you Soared to my door step but that’s where the dream starts deflating//
N you start debating tussling n struggling with the ego tellin you you great son
N the reality that you scared pussy fake and a kill you ain’t one//

Time - stick a fork in em - this cakes done

Dang this dude came outta the wood work ,
Swingin your style my way will get your flows earthed ,
Its curtains for you lockz ,
Grenades blowin off all your fans hands ,
So you can’t get props ,
Gold? ,
You think you makin portions? ,
Sad day that you can’t get air ,
Cuz you aint Michael Jordan ,
I’m an enforcer of your death ,
Troubled cat’s like you get a lot of F’s ,
Fantasies comin my way with ya girl ,
Now you also get an X (Ex-girl friend/X) ,
Tricks shouldn’t be on your mind ,
So avoid the stress

That hot dog line was your best bet ,
Depleted your mental gears on your car ,
Brotha that’s a wreck test ,
Dreamin of cuttin my throat over this decked vest? ,
You must be jokin ,
That was my next guess ,
I'mma X-Convict ,
Put a brick as a pillow in your grave ,
And let you rest on it,
Jays comin from the tip ,
Know my glocks stay alarmin ,
So I can put you in your vomit...I’m holdin two ,
shootin needles like I’m metal sonic ,
Drain all your “spinal” fluids ,
so you can be “back” astonished