Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Soar Kaid is getting paid
In full clips that rips through his vest
Stops in his chest while the splinters get the rest
I'm a boxer in the flesh
Throwing down with cops that think that they can press
Under fire 360
I fight fire with fire mixing the six piece
Throwing smoke bombs to tricksy
Different tactics to overcome the predicty
Holding it slickly
I win no matter what no English no gypsy
Phsycologly they can't fuck with me
But they strive to trip me
So they can smash my head in
Top pussy in the chamber on my ass like Lenin
Nigga pass your pen and
Liqiour you never learn
You're bout to get what a minimum wage slave laborer earns
Are you dumb pussy
Read between the lines
Fucking spelling bee
One between your eyes
A kidney shot to leave you die
Bring em out let em know its nigh
One between the neck 3 in each thigh
Fuck their moms while they cry
Dog eats dog here fuckers snitch
Soon as you out the door they wanna get your shit
Watch your back there's no loyalty here
Someones dog just stole a vallet then ate it in fear
They say I contribute to how it is
Bitches love violence
Its like some playing violins
I'm Che they tryna break my image
Teach some urban warfare
See them scared gone or shook
My image is everlasting like Ches face on a book
I'm cool
Phsycological warfare
Markets
Sickness
While they rapidly cook

Give me one reason why I should rip you apart ,
while guns flip and spark where as I move in the dark ,
Your a little problem , you stay talkin about flexin ,
I'll take your wins , their probably slim and I'll index it ,
Cats like you are hasty , gunnin when its outta their range ,
I exchange my weapons , after I spray I spit a round a gauge ,
Your not equal to me , you talk like your that hard ,
Slick , winnin against me will take your whole squad ,
I don't even gotta go hard on slick cuz he's no hurdle ,
And I won't need a thermostat to tell me that I burned you

Say you're burning slick but I don't see fire, understand;
You're not in your natural element cuz you hit the air & nuthin lands,

Trust me fam, this isn't even a diss, I'm just givin you facts,
If monitoring the temperature of burning slick into ash,
A thermometer would be more suited to that particular task,
Now you know this is serious.

I've got forefathers - all maximus decimus meridius battle champs,
You've got 4 fathers - your dad is some very sus polygamous batty man,

Can I get an amen? Can I get a hell yeah?!
Your dad has sex with gay men, is he going to hell? Yeah!

Most rappers sit on a couple rounds,
in case of memory lapses n shit,
That faggot sits on a couple rounds,
in his case - testes attached to a dick,

You both share drumstick ice creams, light candles and just jam at home,
That wax and cones is music to your ears like gramophones,
maybe one too many 'your dads a faggot jokes'

You'll be happy til I got 2 pistols drawn up sprayin crazy,
Biggie, Juicy, know what I'm sayin? It's Soar good, baby, baby

Bag aint hot ,
I'll go in this cat's pockets and steal his rhymes ,
Turn you inside out like ya coat ,
you got a crazy mind ,
I'll pop ya tag on ya collar with ya money in my eyes ,
You'll only see that on my face ,
my! ,
desperation flies ,
whoo! ,
I'll steal ya dough and place a hit on ya mom's ,
Either check or currency ,
any way I'm destined to take from you ,
that's what it takes to be a don ,
if ya dead presidents in the room for a second ,
I'm callin out the cash accountant and the Smith N Wesson ,
To beat you ,
I'll douse ya hits of raps on flames at the papers edges ,
what I teach on this page got a grip of you ,
I'll save the evidence of the lesssons ,
Weapons wipe you down in the face of adversity ,
I'm showin you in a new light ,
now that this Mandela's verse'n me

Think fast, I hope your face gets dick slapped,
"Bag ain't hot" I told my brain to flip that,
Try steppin on me that's a blatant mis hap,
I'm at ya door dumpin heat like a flaming shitbag,
Coin operated killer, press go start game,
You think you're not something to play with but you so-ar-kaid,
"I'll put a hit on ya mom's" where's the motive at?
Google translate to 'English' from 'total fag',
And the result came out as "I wanna bone ya dad",
I hit on ya mom's, fuckin her she's fuckin me back,
she's chubby it sound like someone teaching monkeys to clap,
didn't even buss nut it's a fact it's like her son when he rap, I never made it to the end cuz that pussy was wack,
I'm tryna open the elevator door for you it gets stuck, That's why I'm standing here with 2 thumbs down n you need to step up

Soar Kaid , I'm the million dollar man don artist ,
I'mma baller ,
I'll dribble the rock on you like Ron Artest ,
I'll take you to the grave where ya fam rests ,
and pray that you don't face the same fate yet ,
Messin around places you face down like a train wreck ,
catch me in the stalls wit ya mom's like same sex ,
Get ya aim checked ,
I fill my glock wit light and I flash on you ,
I never fumble wit the dance moves ,
I'll dab on you ,
The mack will steam ya face ,
make a 'bag' boil , (bag as in you)
Go across sea's and hit ya sister ,
false flag on you

if you don't know what a false flag is then look it up... since your IQ is 150 then I bet you already know dog...

Fuck my life, this kid the pinnacle of why new rap’s retarded
Cuz I could bite whole verses n end up with less content than when I started
He the dude to get played, honeys use him for drinks, the bar’s paid
They competing for the high score, they can see easy who the chump Ar, cade
I can’t believe I’m wasting bars like this, thinking his lines hot stuff
See I got concepts, and when I free style they see his ought to be locked up

The worst of rap is here in the form of a herb ,
When they took you from ya mom's "womb" you were a "turd" , (stomach/womb)
You getting on my nerves with this Justice Grimm ,
the only thing grim about you is your words are filthy stems ,
of my previous recollections ,
of the flows inside my brains cells predessessors ,
Rap Jutsu ,
See my rhymes terraform on you in their brilliance forever ,
Got lyrics cuz I'm clever ,
Bring a storm at you with a rain that takes you down in the weather ,
...forever...
I'll rip you apart with my time space weapons ,
Special AR clip wit bullets sever you in sections ,
and teach you to get on guard for your own protection ,
I'll bomb on you whenever ,
I got the pump ,
Watch the shells go the distance ,
then they liftin you up ,
Fall back son ,
you aint diligent enough ,
Die with syphillis in the dust ,
This underground rapper knows the deal ,
there's no need to discuss

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Soar Kaid

if you don't know what a false flag is then look it up... since your IQ is 150 then I bet you already know dog...

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That's like if my dick was a foot long n yours was puny n small,
Then I saw you out shoppin with ya boo at the mall,
and you said "Yo, Bag, this my girl, don't know why I introduced her at all,
Since you got a 12 inche dick guess you must've screwed her before",

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Justice Grimm

He the dude to get played, honeys use him for drinks, the bar’s paid
They competing for the high score, they can see easy who the chump Ar, cade

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I'm not pushin Just aside, regular corn, that was just a side,
But it gave me time to just decide if I was Justice I'd commit justicide,
you bit my arcade flip, badly, but stuck to your persona,
cuz the reapers not known for execution, Just shows up when it's all over,
"Coin operated killer", if he dare me up my kill score,
Just might get it like be careful what you wish for,
All that bland, loose material on a skeleton strucuture, yep, sounds to me like the death of the culture,
**Final scene, Justice grimm appears, fending off vultures, Using his scythe because there's really nothing left in his punches**

Lemme justify myself cuz I'm Soar Kaid ,
even though I move like magneto on X-Men ,
I am not an Arcade ,
But I am kicking electro nodes to ya frame ,
You got an IQ of 150 ,
but your lucks up ,
I'm super human ,
You got the arms of a T-Rex ,
Your reach is foolin ,
Cuz if you cease to exist ,
after a meteor ,
your short limbs are already ripped ,
Then face extinction ,
No need to ask a shrink ,
if you should be mentally sinkin ,
Laugh out loud as if you got a brain fart like Beevis ,
"Looks" got you in this mess wit me ,
my goodness you are "conceited" ,
I'll take a look at you like the Millwakee Bucks ,
I'mma ball game fanatic and I see your cross over sucks ,
I stay posted up wit the Miami Heat for this Mandela chump ,
I'll put ya self as the drawin board of target practice ,
now your really outta luck

A great poet once said “friends can be leverage of a life with pain”,
I can’t remember if that quote came from Wordsworth or Byron’s brain,
Or was it a line for which Rilke’s famed..?
Oh wait. it was Soar.
The poor, tortured soul, his life of pain’s the price of fame.
But his friends help him through. (Shouts to Mike and Dave!)
He’s got a few more but they’re slightly strange.
“A person says your wrong but a comrade says your right”...
That’s another insight of the mighty Kaid’s.
I’mma treasure those words in my final days.

thanks for the props virb. Now unfortunately...its time to diss you.

Virb loves to go behind peoples back and diss em ,
"Revolvers" don't "go around" like you in disrespect of its mission , (revolving chamber is its mission)
Diamond fission ,
Take the shards of my glass and stab Virb ,
No need adding 2 plus a word to be perplexed like advirbs , (means virb is stupid)
If you went to school wit me ,
I'd show you physics ,
I'll pull you out of a box and you'll experience vision ,
What if I scammed you ,
sayin I could make you see ,
mad then call ya folks ,
and we can get the click clackin for sheez ,
My guns will prepare you for the after life ,
Freak ya heaven whores after I bust on your livin one twice ,
Cuz you aint around to take care of the chick ,
After I took a 45 to ya body and spreaded the clip

how do you know about mike and dave virb? Nobody knows about that except the chosen few...

You said your guns will prepare me for the afterlife?
Nah I’mma slit your throat with a rusty ass embalmers’ knife.
Sharp, precise, if I catch you in the park at night, I’mma carve and slice,
I got the arms to send your soul straight to the arms of christ.

I’ve got sidearms that’ll send your spirit to the Crab Nebula.
Or I’ll send you to hell, smash your head with cash registers.
My rap’s venomous, could put you in a ditch in seconds,
Describing how I’ll prep you for the afterlife with different weapons.
Got guns I could smuggle right through customs, even into heaven.
If you don’t believe me, shit, you can ring your reverend.
Bring your bredren, all of them can get it too.
Primed grenades for Mike and Dave, maybe Jeff, and you.
Honestly, it’s not a very lengthy queue.
I’ll send your souls to purgatory, regretting shit you’ll never do.
Send em through. your crew’s likeminded; a single shot’ll merge your brains.
You know I’mma send your souls to hell’s infernal flames;
It’ll serve as preparation when I step and get the burner aimed.
I’ll send your ass to Nirvana with the same gun which killed Kurt Cobain.

I’ll swing a shovel in a scuffle, send your soul to Shambala.
Or keep bringing you back just to die again. samsara.
And bad karma. you said I’m a back stabber?
I’ll carve your shoulder blade bones into matched daggers.
But when I diss you it’s direct, if that matters.
If I do die today I got my place in Valhalla.

I tote fore arm weapons wit those zoom in scopes ,
I'll blast your third eye lens ,
and bloody ya Timberland clothes ,
I'm in with the strobes ,
Flyin around at ya throat in three dimentions ,
I'll school you in english ,
Then send you to three detentions ,
You know I'mma menace ,
Cash flyin out my hands to the floor ,
Askin why should I pick presidential bodies up for ,
I'll shoot you wit them beams in a mask ,
Bury you in the cemetary ,
Or watch ya body waste away in a crematorial ash ,
I'm deadly and mad ,
I'll watch your days come to a halt ,
and destroy you with my extra-terrestrial wrath ,
I'll send you my sorry's ,
and you'll regret the tech in my arms which caught the homi ,
Before your escapades ridin wit robots inside of Audi's ,
I was in the streets tooled up wit bullets inside your shawty

I mock you for your basic shit, you get depressed in a flash.
But I join you in a cypher, you flex ready to snap.
It’s kinda funny how my steps affected your raps;
You’ve gone from fast cars and jewels to “extra terrestrial wrath”.
Thinking ‘ooh yeah I’ll impress him with that!’
I mean, hold the fuck on while I respectfully clap.

Hey, where’s the old Soar? the Limos and gold Soar?
Now you tryna rap actual topics? you sold out your soul, Soar.
Know your own role, Soar. set your own goals, Soar.
Quit tryna spit with a style you stole, Soar.
For real, I mean, that shit’s pretty bold, Soar.
I... try to write about truths which I hold sure.
You... try to write about truths which I hold sure.
Be true to yourself, don’t just do what you’re told, Soar.
On second thoughts, fuck it, give in and fold, Soar, die in a hole, Soar.
Uh, I’ll come split your lip; yeah you know that I’m cold,Soar.

I don't steal lyrics ,
I steal rappers souls ,
I keep peace keepers ,
and shot guns since I need to divulge ,
Enter the clips in this gold AR ,
I'll pistol whip you ,
and then name off the rappers I stole so far ,
theres no need to be hard like dope ,
Like drugs I'll get you high ,
then drag you low ,
I'll put you in stitches like golfer tee's ,
when I shoot the guns off ,
you sigh see'n I'm cold with both of these ,
You die after daily livin with disease ,
Death will grab you ,
god will sentence you to eternally bleed ,
I'll just smirk at you ,
cuz puttin on a poker face makes it hard to believe ,
I'm here to win it all ,
takin the diamonds and gold outta ya reach ,
what will you do ,
when the money that you hold becomes none ,
You should then suggest death to yourself ,
Walk the street conspiring to shoot yourself with a gun ,
I'll be there to see you slain ,
Argue with that ,
oh I forgot ,
you've already finished digging your own grave

Nah I ain’t “digging my grave”, that’s a trench for the frontlines.
You “steal rappers souls” but I already dumped mine.
Got “a gold AR” so you know that shit ‘bucks’ right.
“No need to be hard” for this kid to get ‘stuck’, like...

Why these younguns come up acting like they’ve already lived enough?
“shot guns since I need to divulge”? ...a shiv’ll spill his guts.
I’m in the cut; the fastest swordsman, carving portions;
Tryna live it up but my liver’s fucked so I harvest organs.
And I could sure tell you some stuff about my last performance,
But then I’d sound like Celph listing off his past endorsements.

“Death will grab you”..? I ain’t seen the proof yet.
That bitch tried it once... caught a suplex.
My new improved flex... forget about knife crime...
Now I’ve got a nice scythe and infinite lifetime.
Yours is more like your lyrics... meh, guess it’s fine, aight? [finite]

“God will sentence you to eternally bleed”?
Nah he tried that shit once, got converted to me.
Then I made the world how I preferred it to be,
Brought in famine, war, murder, disease.

Virb you talk like you seen multiple deaths before ,
You must of been on a cross ,
its a shame ,
eternal death is ya reward ,
I'll slay you out in the war fields ,
bullets shootin at ya head ,
cuz its deadlier to hit you with steel ,
Lay you like you was out on the lake ,
Drown you out in the water ,
watchin the tides erupt on ya face ,
You'll be runnin from your own death in a race ,
It'll swiftly catch up to you ,
and multiply your sorrows for days ,
I switch up styles fast like tommy gun clips ,
blastin ya body ,
leave you there ,
and I'll watch nature move your soul in the winds ,
Virb is confused askin why does Soar Kaid sin ,
I'm attackin ya thoughts ,
its elementary to think that these moves do you in ,
Slip ya spinal cord outta place ,
now your life span looks slim ,
put your body in a box ,
then I close the rim

Sure, sure... Soar’s sore...
Writes about Porsches but can’t afford Ford.
His chips getting smaller and smaller like Moore’s law.
I’ll take a blade to this vegetable, like, more slaw?
And yeah I ain’t shot a gun, never met a four four,
But it don’t matter, bitch, that’s what a metaphor for.
This christian ass, sure to call door to door.
I’d say he gets sonned, but it’s daughtered, or..?
My crew’s some sorta hoarde.
your crew’s sum... sorta whored.
I already taught ya [torture], I bring war to boards [waterboards].
Glad I ain’t ‘Celph Taut’, I bring more to boards [mortarboards].

This your rise and fall; you’ve got the worst cadence.
Bet you’ve been through some shit. in your church basement.
Last time I flipped your shit and reversed statements,
But I ain’t need quotes to show Virb ate em. [verbatim]

Soar Kaid will leave you sicker than a coma patient ,
they put AIDS in ya body ,
and give you a bad face lift ,
Make you look like Michael Jackson at fourty five ,
you could be scarin folk wit ya grill on a tour live ,
I'm tellin yall that I'm on a money trip ,
I'll buy a Smith N Wesson ,
Silencers and slugs what I'm gunnin wit ,
Blaze Virbs top ,
He doesn't know the talons comin in ,
Cuz the potato's on ,
and a lone shooters runnin it ,
If you clash with what they call me ,
the arcade ,
I'll take all ya coins virb ,
"Playin" me will put you in the grave ,
I'll put the rock in ya way ,
Take the safety off ,
And syphon your blood out with the guage ,
You'll get ether in ya dome ,
Attach the spiritual fourty five to ya soul ,
Tears makes a entrance in the scene ,
your sweat gets a touch of the chrome ,
I’ll Kill you for removal ,
and my bullets shatter your bones ,
I aint just comin at you with a little bit of force ,
My punches will rock your world ,
while the “hooks” accelerate in “torque”

This is easy, bitch, I’m so complacent, laid back as “a coma patient”...
Ok that’s an overstatement. sleep on this, you won’t awaken.
You train, along the same lines. you don’t know your station.
Plus you going the wrong direction on the road to greatness.
Bet you boast to neighbours about flow and cadence and on most occasions they ain’t show amazement.
Bro’s mistaken...total layman... he’s not dope or dope adjacent...
I’m the local shaman with the smokes for payment, puffing ghost arrangements with each toke that’s taken.
I’m an SCP that broke containment. I wasn’t born of procreation, I was grown by agents.
Vote for satan as the pope’s replacement. Eldritch abominations are my close relations.
Yo I’m a holy patron by association, draped in roman raiments with a throne and ravens.
My folks are vagrants, most are dangerous, rogues composed from loads of nations;
We all masked up like clones of Jason, before there was even a known contagion.

People see the beasts roam the land like virb ,
Your a goon that untrained in the real spoken word ,
Your history is like Christopher Columbus ,
ship wrecked ,
You engineer your raps to be intelligent chin checks ,
Your situation in the game is coming to a halt ,
Charles Manson never liked prison like you or the cots ,
A fake killer like you could never be on the row for a cost ,
You warm up the bench ,
You are mistaken that you are a boss ,
I am the top brass ,
You pranksters are deluded and are not classed ,
Go smoke a rock that destroys the block ave ,
My land aint a monument that you can just stop past ,
Your guts will be spilled inside out on the concrete ,
I’ll body you wit ya organs still workin in heat ,
I’mma killer with a gun and a possessed spirit ,
I’ll cause mad destruction undoing your built lyrics ,
You should stop rappin ,
My rap style is on flames like a dragon ,
Those drugs you on ruined ya life ,
You have no more passion ,
Unlike I ,
You excel in crashes ,

Uh ,

I dream with the tools of the cold ,
while you washed up in an unfortunate stroll ,
While your droppin raps ,
Sooth your mind after I hit it with lyrical blows ,
I’m the head of a important rhyme position ,
So get with my flows ,
My thoughts are the highest form of words ,
And I’m thinkin you don’t understand it firm ,
My success is wanted all across the planet Virb ,
And you’re a villain that wishes to tear down the turf ,
I don’t swear ,
your right ,
I’m like a Christian ,
But I keep the attitude that my wars never endin ,
Virb ,
I’m Bustin a slug 5 inch size at ya feelins ,
You better “duck low” to save your life like a “midget” ,
Your catastrophy will come ,
cuz Kaid the enemy lurks ,
I’ll take your dreams ,
I’ll put your first love in the dirt ,
I’ll have you persue’n death cuz the after life flirts ,
Realize failing is the first step to success on the earth

I'll Pull out the glock ,
You should go tell ,
I'll take ya "top" off ,
like it was the "head" of a drug cartel ,
Virb ,
You know I'm poppin shells ,
slugs in the air spinnin ,
If your a target then your destined to hell ,
I'll destroy every part of ya life ,
I'll capture your soul in my neck wear ice ,
I'll nick your throat wit a military knife ,
One of the most devastating weapons in this time ,
I dismember my victims limbs ,
needed for everyday tasks ,
They won’t perform simple things ,
Their a necessity to have ,
That’s if you wish to be with ya trick again in the bath ,
My wrath is dangerous ,
Its like a car crash that can cause death ,
an unfortunate path in life ,
get ya loved ones left ,
behind ,
I'll tell the morgue to save your organs ,
and show the gut wrenching situation to ya mom ,
Don't take my words like you usually do ,
You have pages of a great rapper ,
your revered for your art ,
yeah ,
that would be in pre-school ,
I'll pop shots at you in a duel ,
We are two mortal enemies ,
fighting to the death or until the other one lose ,
Don't get it confused ,
I clap at brotha's feet ,
I'mma black panther ,
But I aint here to fight for the rights of the weak ,
I'm here to lay a Virb down in the street ,
They could place you with a hustler and fiend ,
You'd live a hard life ,
and I know you'd never succeed

Sure, Soar, you’re my “mortal enemy”.
We swinging swords in cemeteries from dawn to entropy.
Since I saw Soar had threatened me, on a forum, messily,
I can only sleep next to ten tonnes of Nordic weaponry,
An axe on my back and a sword that’s next to me.
Now I’m attending all sorts of therapy:

“Doc, you don’t get it, it’s my mortal enemy.
His name’s Soar, he’s this raw celebrity.
He’s built like the spawn of Heracles.
We like Jessie and Walt, mortal enemies with enormous chemistry.”

Thanks for the props but let’s pause the pleasantries.
I ain’t wanna make you look stupid, it’s more necessity.
Soar can heckle me, I’ll ignore the jealousy.
We ain’t the same, there’s some core discrepancies.

See, to you I’m a “mortal enemy”.
...Like there’s a depth of respect that’s born of enmity.
...Like an exceptional threat that you’ve fought for centuries.
...Like it’s some epic war from the Horus Heresies.
...Like I’m the one you must face to restore a legacy or to forge a destiny.
But to me...
To me you’re just some kid who I tore relentlessly,
Just coz you happened to walk ahead of me.
A random sacrifice to my performance energy.
A corpse, potentially a former memory I’m neither scorning nor mourning readily.

Ha... Virb I wouldn't of expected any less from you. Don't keep hiding your soul from me.

Virb you's a snake in heaven with no power ,
You got skills but your looked down upon as a watcher ,
Where's the crown at? ,
it only belongs on Kaids head your divine father ,
But I wouldn't die for your soul ,
I'd never save you like Harry Potter ,
You got the skills of satan ,
You comin off as a light angel who's demonic ,
You could run hell with demons but I'm super sonic ,
I'll throw you back in the dimension with the fire ,
Demons flames is your celestial ability ,
You short words effortlessly ,
like a liar ,
But how could I pass judgement ,
Puttin flames on the head of this sinner ,
cuz speakin about Kaid is a path torwards punishment ,
Placin you in bad terms with me ,
I'd forgive you if I say you caught stumblin ,
The worlds trippin you up ,
This planet wants better music and your poems aint cuttin it ,
I make those flows well enough I know what the gutter is ,
your life story is a bad “course” ,
You couldn't of fooled me that skill is what your “puttin” wit , (putting as in golf)
Kid ,
I’ll take your life ,
Like if you fought the government

I gotta take you out fast before you pull out somethin heavy…

Virb I'll pull out the gun and chop at ya ribs ,
you don't have heart like a child ,
your a youngin ,
a kid ,
Its like you’re an adolescent ,
walkin on the grid ,
Now ,
Your a brat layin on the ground dead from a hit ,
I’ll aggressively slay you mentally ,
like a brain surgeon ,
Your third eye is of a demons ,
you two are the same person ,
My AR aint a choppy shot like my aim worsen's ,
The glock 9 got me after you in the range lurkin ,
The grave is what I give to you ,
so I claim purpose ,
your energy was in the store of hell ,
so I made the purchase ,
I’m searchin for your diamond raps ,
There aint none ,
so my flows are written to put ya mind in ya lap ,
My body is fully armed ,
cause’n crimes wit straps ,
I’mma shooter that hits targets in line wit macks ,
My lyrics are dangerous ,
Vision my rhymes on tracks ,
I’m secretive wit the Wesson ,
put it behind ya back ,
Talk trash ,
and get ya chest knocked in ,
Say that “Jazz” and I’m at you like “John Stocktin” , (Stockton)
Please believe...

Style Change...

I show promise virb ,
cuz I'll leave you dead in the place ,
Give you "acne" from the strap ,
lookin discustin wit bullet "black heads" in ya face ,
I'mma god ,
my words ,
you can't unscramble the code ,
My music puts you on a death "track" ,
have you in a "Jam" like a "road" ,
I aint the only cat that is rappin wit chrome ,
My "Guns" impressed on ya fitted ,
Forcin the "cap" to ya dome , (A cap to wear or a bullet cap)
I’ll do you wit various clips in the rock ,
"Drugs" is inside ya building ,
wit “Cracked Bricks” on ya block ,
I’ll take ya honey wit this trigger on the tool ,
ya girl is a good “kisser” ,
cuz her vagina “lips” are smooth ,
Ya trick sucked me off now my pack got a leak ,
She’ll be “abreast” for “money” ,
so I’m puttin more “racks” on the freak (racks as in breasts)

(Racks as in breasts) Talent: Immense,
I'm sure your dad is impressed, massive respect,
At least it's better than you tweakin in ya pants & a vest apologising to your blow up doll while practising sex,
We stay cool cuz we both hang in the threads, but there's a difference between puppeteers & marionettes,
Soar, ya know he stays fly like harrier jets cuz he lacks the mass for gravity to have an effect,
That's light, I'm righting my wrongs way before I have to answer to death,
You're just writing the wrong way like arabic text, verses looking like an algebra test, pop quiz is in session, think for a second,
If I asked can I give ya mom a bone, but it isn't contention,
Can I fuck her face up like filler injections? I'm not tryna get the bitch pregnant, I just want her rack n her brains, is that a difficult question?

Bag, you can't have my moms breasts ,
that's off limits ,
That's the argument like if shot you and ya life diminished ,
Its like I'm not a punk stealin and turned to a sinner ,
But its like you think I'm soft in my lyrics ,
like a singer ,
Dog ,
I'm the god ,
I am ,
the Lyrical Caesar ,
I'll drink your soul while my cigarette smoke lingers ,
Yeah its cool though ,
cuz I got even dough like I measured it on a rule code ,
and I don't care if you want my moms penis ,
I'll pray for her flower ,
if you givin her ghonnerhea ,
and I'll have you wasted by my "guns" ,
since you a "heat seeker" ,
Its a dead deal like bad money ,
So I'll send you to the reaper

My Dangerous Style...

I'll shoot you up ,
take you out wit the toast ,
then kill ya soul in the ethereal realm ,
Leave'n plasma on your ghost ,
The Drama is comin ,
runnin wit tommy’s ,
bangin drums ,
The gun's trigger is cold ,
Like my P-80 was titanium ,
You are done ,
I’ll surround ya life wit slugs like a aimin range ,
When the gun hit you ,
It’s stickin you wit more metal than seraded blades ,
You know I got a space rock ,
I’m fixing to explode your local star ,
Suited up like a dangerous astronaut ,
Face the cost ,
My raps are on a level of their own ,
I’m that tough ,
I’m that rough ,
Cuz my lyrics will turn ya chocolate bars back to black dust ,
You suckas is fast to cuss ,
But I’m clean getting more money than a trap trust ,
I’m ready ,
and when the tech spit you fear it ,
bag is an ant in life livin ,
stuck wit an insect spirit

I'm someone you like but don't like to like cuz I highlight you're light,
I don't feel Soar at all I must be flying high off that china white,
You're 'gettin all this money' and hate oppression, you got a block in ya brain,
Oblivious to capitalism and oppression being one and the same,
And fuck gunz v gunz, cuz at the end of the day, If you're keepin the piece you're only spreading the hate,
But I guess that's just the American way,
And yeah I'm all for peace, but that don't mean I'm pussy get ya head right,
Watch ya mouth, get blindsided if you run it like a red light,
I might catch you at ya local diner soar, start exchangin some words,
Then beat-jur-ass-it-could wipe you off the face of the earth

Intelligence is one of my strong points on the block ,
You simplified like a fraction if you think I'mma stop ,
I bring it from the top like a fallin asteroid ,
Causin destruction like a god or as if my name was Pastor Troy ,
I'm the nasty boy ,
Your hilarious like Joe Biden ,
cuz you fallin off is just a matter of time ,
You wanna be presidential in a rally like him ,
kissin old chicks in a line? ,
"Smarty" ,
That surely aint fine ,
You are filth like that company Heinz ,
wit a IQ of 150 genius ,
I bet your socially bright ,
But I bet you lust the dystopia ,
livin between two realities ,
poor and the rich ,
You must have royalties ,
wit that lion insignia ,
measured an inch ,
I'll come through wit the societal crips ,
and bring you luck ,
that makes you not want to speak the time from your lips

I thought IQ's only went up to 140...

You can talk all that shit, but you was never the man fella
I'ma make the murder rate soar, like under Mandela
Damn tell ya, don't know shit about shit, and well ya
weak on your rhymes, I'ma ghost, there's shit I can sell ya
But before this shit, I had the 40 gripped
my ordinance, have you doin what I say like a subordinate

I'll have "roll" "switching" in the garden of eden between Cain or Able ,
also have him sayin ,
"Soar Kaid got a aura so he must be an angel" ,
Forget that buddy ,
Whip the four five ,
blast and watch ya head dangle ,
I'm quick to gun em ,
Its the intelligence curve ,
but I think on a higher angle ,
The SK is on me like a killer or a banger ,
I’ll Choke you out wit a shockin electric cord ,
Like that X-Man Cable ,
The metal will shine on the edge of the razor ,
Cut you up to the point you need god to reshape ya ,
Your in danger

You figure you're sick at spittin raps, congratulations
I'll spit a cap, that'll split and flip ya cap like graduation
You can go fuck yourself, masturbation
Only way you gettin some, preach, pastor mase'n
How I'm bringin god to these kids
on some positive shid. Allod em to live
You'd be wickaed on the track, ya know
scratched and brought back, when I'm DJ tracks that I'm layin

I'll hit you wit a meteor how I'm comin wit heat ,
When I throw a couple ,
I aint talkin bout lovers that's runnin the street ,
I'd put embalming fluid in ya ,
wit ya limbs on the line ,
They'd take you off BET ,
if you spittin those rhymes ,
You a ditz or you blind and need an eye exam ,
I'm Rollin wit a "5" on you ,
you can't see the "die" stand? , (Die as in dice)
I'mma beast playin wit banana clips like its edible ,
I'll send you to hell wit the automatic semi glow ,
You are pitiful ,
Tryin to add little words to the rap code ,
You don't know the science to try to get the straps on
Kill em...

I'll divide yo behind up ,
Do Roll in numbers ,
Ask your school mates for the science to get a soul to hover ,
If they loggin you as a ruler ,
I'm a skeptic ,
till I go to "Africa" and see if you rockin the "puma's" , (killing puma's, wearing puma's)
You's a little junior ,
and I'm big vicious ,
I'm larger than life ,
on a scale of one to ten ,
you missin ten digits ,
Brotha ,
I'll blast your legs off in the explosion zone ,
I'll go through Def Con's bomb's just to blow up ya dome
Got that dude...

Ya rhyme's wack, schemes off
can't get ya time back, watch me speedin off
You're boring Kaid, I should be ignoring Kaid
uppercut him, now you're really Soaring Kaid
You ain't never been on the back block with crack rock
where macs pop but that's where ya girls takin back shots
you can mumble how your gats cocked, but the fact ock
this where your act stops
you got no balls, even if finally your sack dropped

Roll ,
I'm foolish wit a smiffin ,
I'm pullin it fast,
you'll catch more "caps" in ya name than "P"eter "G"riffin ,
I'll destroy you like bag ,
you pipe'n hot wit smoke ,
I'll toast ya eyes like you seen my visuals wit a Kollido Scope ,
Make you drink one fifty one ,
getting ya lungs hot and coarse ,
Soar Kaid ,
I'm score'n in ya goal wit a swish from the top of the court ,
That’s a three ,
I’m on some musketeer game ,
Gun Sword under my fleece ,
Monday through Sunday I’m at you everyday of the week

Soar Kaids from the army ,
aint nobody like me shootin you up ,
Its like basketball ,
put my elbows in ya face ,
bruise'n you up ,
Its plausible wit the math ,
hell is hot ,
I'mma marksman ,
how could you ever dwell in my spot? ,
You should of did weed ,
instead of smellin the rock ,
Now take yourself out by way of an L from the glock