Rip That Bitch Above You!

i was raised in tha jungle moving rocks while u played in tha tunnel
never been phazed by tha struggle u panic when tha jakes came to cuff u
fuck u i'll bust u or cut u better yet crush u i'll dust u like dirt on my clothes
u green with envy like tha boggers i squirt from my nose.... i moved up to a pound u still working with Os i settled down u still flirting with hoes
u never hurting wat rose if its beef im lurking with fo's we be 2 different places
tha church and tha road blowing tha purp and dro im a merchant wit dough
and u mad cause u just a jerk and u broke

yeah,
i was writing love poems, at the time of which I booked the killa,
and you were crying in the jungle getting beaten by some butch gorilla,
huddled in your hovel, eating snot, while my minions grill ya,
the dragon smoke I breathe comes from all your precious bills I burned,
scince you relay on money, youll never reach the godly state I earned
so like a hungry jerk imma show you all the things ive learned and
slowly feed you crash dummys, making shit inside your stomache churn

How you writing love poems when nobody loves you??
I scream a mighty Fuck You! Don't my cockiness bug you?
Well who cares, I'm the truth and the truth scares
Timid fella, you better get down like moosed hairs!
I'ma a killer making hardcore killings
Ya name sounds like a domesticated star wars villain

You say you Almighty? Well son, soon we all see tha truest
I'm a vet to tha rap game, you a rookie, tha newest
I'm like a magician, I play tricks wit ya head
Grave keeper type a shit, I play tricks wit tha dead
I play tricks wit a Desert Eagle
Shoot a blank in tha sky
Empty a clip in ya head, like an eagle ya spirit will fly
I'm so ill, When I rap I give a fan a Desise
Have this Almighty bitch on tha floor wrapped in da sheets

Beat this dude senseless till hes black and blue
take the first part out ur name cuz aint nothin true about you
hes a fraud in a battle you know i would win
this dudes so fake his shoes say made in chin
bully people in my lyrics spin them around like a blender
I work hard so i guess summit is the one who surrenders

Look, Look, Look
You need a plane, extra oxygen and talent ta reach my altitude
I smack a bitch if she disrespect, and I do tha same to a dude
So listen fella, You battle me? Thats like shootin ya self in tha head
Or hangin ya self from tha top bunk of da bed
Man, You beat me sensless? shit you betta kill me
Ha eather way I come back and you feel tha wrath of me
Aye you can call me a fraud, but kid remember this
Ya rap is so off, that even point blank wit a gun you'd miss

see summit, the harder i work, the easier it is to RhymeSwift,
i come up quick, like nigga gimme yo shit!,
your style is all over the page, aint you proved your point yet?
you aint a 'g' son, your a wannabe rapper, pussy you kotex,
picture up of 2-pac, when this nigga from detroit,
you might not know this, but in the west we call guys like you toys,
and on the stage, when we battle, were ferocious, and to the point,
my lyrics composed are like missles nigga, seek destroy,

Sure, you crept up "like nigga gimme yo shit"
but that shit ensured more than your lip'll split
see round here, we dont use guns, im more for head kicks
by the way mate calling out toys get your hand of your dick
fucking hypocrit, whered you learn to write them spits
prolly the same place ezy e contracted aids, kids
what a pity rhymeswifts birth wasnt aborted
instead another shitty post which shoulda been reported
to the moderator, but instead you get martyr the mad hater
hailing from down under, never been one greater
not signed to any label and with a mind frame unstable
rip apart cunts whos messageboard nicknames they aint able
to live up to, eventually, youll get called out and severed
see, you tried to step up but just got bettered
by a whitey at his laptop pullin cones, in his pjs n nikes
i know youll step up but win... haha nah bro unlikely

bitches who hung around are wrong so its time for a gift
like when young don wrote love poems to rhyme swift
nothing almighty and make metaphors? this idiot cant
look mr vader wanna be the next davidian ranch
what's wacker arts weak punches or tru e thug testimony
or an mc martyred for believing his rhymes werent bologna

dropped twice

i guess theres a good reason, the words " dumb" in your name,
when you talk you start wheezen, i left my gum in your brain,
stuffed up with chalk sneezin, your bloods numb in your veins,
i put the apple on your head, but shot right through your face
whats wacker, dumbs rhymes, or his social disgrace?,
hes kept in back of the lab, out of harms way,
to show others what rats look like when contraced with aids....

Tryin to be e-violent and graphic, u need a new tactic
diss him by sayin he weezin?
When you the one that breaths like an asthmatic (Darth Vader)

It's obvious that you nuthin RB look at his title!
keep e-thuggin, though...
u couldn't shoot me 1 mm away holding a sniper rifle

Is this "rip the bitch above you" or embarris ya'self?
I see now, why, I gotta assemble the shelf
Ta, put you puppets on and lock you away
Ya panichio type a shit, rhymes from yesterday
Ya'll obsolete, I fresha, the most original here
Talk about gay raps? ya'll talkin queer
I'mma leader in this rap shit, ya'll aint nothin but deciples
Ya'll talk so much, ya heads fat, and ya'll need lipo
And ya i'm from the mid-west, and yes my styles all over the page
And my point is....ya head is tha target TruSummit has to engage

Talking about being the most original here
My third eye sees a little boy, cowering in fear
cause what comes forth to devour this year
was predicted many year ago by all kinda seers
i sear you, burn you and endevour to turn you
into a real mc who can break this corperate curfew
not too many cunts think orginal, leave that to the chosen few
who line up all the vocal barriers and smash through
trusummit, your rhyme style should be labeled taboo
if i have to read any more junk like that ima stab you
with a sharpened up four by two
the lyrical sifu, i invite you to go away and stew
maybe put some thought next time, your raps wont stink like mouldy spew

Werd to the game/ i gotta agree wit tha cat above
tha cat above him/ is in need of some stylin love
like tha Cali love/ git down or lay down
this cats a lame/ maybe he should just lay down
not a flow or rap/ im talkin bout real life
could kill him on here/ but i prefer real life
yeah im real nice/ i got a nice flowin and shit
but i got a good nose/ i can straight smell a snitch....