Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

I won't take myself out by way of an L from the Glock,
I took ya bitch out, by the way she took an L from my cock,
Oh shit Kaid from the army, trained to shoot, other people that are exactly the same as you,
Militant dude, militant guts, never made it past Private Soar? What a kick in the nuts,
We're moving out get geared up, be ready in 30,
We just finished washin that brain so don't be gettin it dirty,
Man you really lived the dream, what's not to love about relentless slaughter, followed by a life of post traumatic stress disorder?
I mean all the rapes, the rapes and the rapes from every phallus, and that's before you had even left the barracks, that's why you love the barracks Kaid, they blocked the doors and fucked you & you helped them build the barricade, did you serve trump's agenda or was it barracks kaid? Doesn't matter, you're still a faggot Kaid, wasn't training in desert camo shoutin 'this is my rifle', dude was a chef, he made desserts n shouted 'this is my trifle', then got dicked down

hard

That was nice bag... lol

I'mma have to lay you down like a faulty MMX trick ,
When you fly in the air ,
I'mma gun you down when ya BMX flip ,
I'll talk to you on your strip ,
If you on drugs then that's cool ,
homie take my brochure ,
Or I could send shots through ya wide body Chrysler Concord ,
I'm more of a trip when I'm faded ,
I'll put crack in ya car ,
and you'll get caught by an agent ,
when he aim the special ,
It'll twinkle more than the Canaan ,
I'mma killer ,
So I'll deal with the thrown shade and the hate'n

You're comical, but you'll vamanos when the llama blows
My flow never stepped on, dope, grade A, honor roll
With an okay sign to your raps, I'm inclined to laugh
I could get you suited, booted, pine box to match
You're quite trash, You look like you eat ass
Peep that, I still don't get how you run outta gas

I'll finish you off like a fruit smoothie ,
If it makes you want a law suit against that ,
so sue me ,
But the law don't want to follow your way ,
They either wanna kill you ,
or put you in the slammer for days ,
I'm the type of cat that'll pull out the hammer and aim ,
Picture you in the news ,
wit ya mom's in the scene ,
Wit ya boys and ya body on the the T.V screen ,
Talkin about if they can catch the assailant and see me mean ,
But I’m outside in the hood ,
plottin to kill ,
Take my revolver ,
do another number by spinnin the wheel ,
Throw the gun in the trash with left over hollows in the steel ,
Then I put my hoodie on on the block ,
Walk across the streets ,
wit my other heat on lock ,
Arrive at the trap house ,
I’m tryin to be on spot ,
Get in the kitchen and put the “keys” on “chalk” ,
Put the white on top of your grave ,
You at the bottom of the earth ,
In ya prom tuxedo ,
rottin away

You stuck in one hood plottin' drops with handguns/
Kannabull is killin' politicians international...mad funds with bad puns, key lows in the kitchen met a four ickle tons//
No wonder it's a blunder, tantamount, this kid soar/
(you got about an 🐜 amount oooooh hard core )/
I come equipped with a cherry red whip 2,000 years ago my name was war//
Brother to famine, homie of death, I'm the shadow that haunts with pestilence breath//
You claiming all out you kill to be famous, when a real killer don't give a shit, a real monster is blameless, naturally heinous, put that nonsense bullshit dead in your anus//
Im honestly curious about what you mean with that first line newbie.../
YOUR GONNA FINISH DUDES OFF LIKE A FRUIT SMOOTHIE?//

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 'coño' shit watch some Spanish porn n adapt

I'm more than that ,
I'm the proprietor of the Earth ,
I'm the ruler ,
In jewels and chains adorned with worth ,
Your a suspect ,
the definition of the foulness on the turf ,
I bring the guns ,
My cause to violence to damage you or worse ,
I’ll teach you good ,
Like yo school was a place to shoot up by a killer ,
I’ll give you death ,
which is a curse from god and I’m the dealer ,
My raps will end your career ,
I even destroy rappers when its filler ,
When I steal ya ,
Prison is where you’ll “feel” like your at but I’ll “feel” ya

"I'm the proprietor of Earth", and so humble with it,
it's quite an achievement if it's fully legit,
Its also sounds like what Jack says at the front of the ship,
In Titanic, if a Vulcan had come up with the script,
You love to talk about guns, well, call me old fashioned,
when I turn up to a shoot out with a boat cannon,
Catch ya girl in the crossfire, impeding her health,
my 20 inches hit her - it's funny, history has a strange way of repeating itself

I got this in the bag mandela, you never secured a bag mandela
Never slung a bag mandela, get zipped up in a bag mandela
Your pops wish he wore a bag mandela
Your momma need to wear a bag mandela
Can't afford to get ya girl a bag mandela
still asking paper or plastic, I don't give a fuck about the bag mandela

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Roll

I got this in the bag mandela, you never secured a bag mandela
Never slung a bag mandela, get zipped up in a bag mandela
Your pops wish he wore a bag mandela
Your momma need to wear a bag mandela
Can't afford to get ya girl a bag mandela
still asking paper or plastic, I don't give a fuck about the bag mandela

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Haha fire

Stop it Roll, you don't want it Roll,
You dance like a bitch so this a body Roll,
Strung out on base you be rockin Roll,
You like a meat fillin you're a sausage Roll,
You like sex, drugs & faggots Roll,
You got a spunk covered poster of Michael Ballack Roll,
Couldn't make a meal out you it's just snackin Roll,
You can't eat with me mi casa's not su casa Roll

Is this what y'all consider lyricism?/
I seen more talent in a role call sheep skin bag of jism//
Feta, guda, mozzarella nothin' is cheesier than a bag of Mandela/
My two greatest opponents...a Stacy and a Stella//
Fuck it lets just post battle jingle/
I'll be that smooth motherfucker hopping juice with a platinum single//

Ask a cowboy, nothing smells worse than a 'can of bullshit'/
A bottle of lube, box of Kleenex gonna be the only decent tools you pull with//
Nemo Maxime be the handle, getting crowds lit with bics n candles/
You scarier than dickless vandals, I'm gaining head like thick width sandals//
Medicine man, cloud bringer, I'm the 'reigning' champ/
Blot out suns like a Persian army camp, pick shit to spit I make it humid...moist...damp//
What you know bout that field? The one called psychology, I'm a fuckin prodigy/
Battle himself? Yeah it's odd o' me, it's why I got lines like Homer's ....//
I get in yer' head like a siren, reverberate words till it splits like a busted hymen/
Yeah I'm taking it easy on you cause your half man like Tywinn//

When I say I that I'm relatin to your raps its true,
Cuz at the end of every line I wanna slash you too,
Horsin around land you an L like it's mother fuckin chess,
Check, your queen was on my D2 that's why she up n left,
You know cuz for a queen to get to D2 it's got- listen young Homer, come closer,
Real shit, I had to shoot a lame cow with a 12 bore n watch it slump over,
So just know I can sleep on you and still move your earth I'm a Bull dozer,
But credit for your record, cuz you got 2 bodies on it fam,
And as for the rest, I'm sure you ate your losses like a man

Bag ,
Its about time that you spit some creative game ,
cuz you as a rap head get dealt with the cross of shame ,
These jungle bars get lifted when I smoke and spit it,
Put a calistenic meter on ya head when I blast ya fitted ,
I'mma danger MC ,
takin these wins back to the streets ,
I cause ya functions as a lyricist to delapidate when you speak ,
Put the sock in ya mouth with the automatic gun next to ya teeth ,
I remote bomb ya house with a dynamite charge when ever its beef

Back and forth with a Soar [saw], this a fresh made casket;
I’ll put this trick in a box, that’s what S.K part is [what escape art is].
C’mon.

Hey, you told Bag that he has “a cross of shame”...
You’ve got some ‘embarrassing exes’, but it’s not the same.
And I ain’t tryna complicate your common claims...
You ain’t even dropn Roll, but think the body’s flames?

Wait, how come the shit you wrote for ‘Rolls’ was the one time you didn’t mention cars?
Less advanced, I set a path, and if you had that drive you’d go the extra yard.
I mean, you coulda said some shit about ‘Rolls phantom’ for some clever bars.
You coulda even called Rolls-Royce Da 5’9, and made the reference hard.

Me, I’d have started out: I’mma steamroll your esteem, Roll.
I’d have shot him and cut him... said: you act like a B’, Roll,
And then made the scheme fold til the theme’s whole,
Like: ‘I’mma fuck up your dream,Role, like I scene-stole’.
Something like that. I dunno.

You can check back a page and see how Soar said it.
I refuse to even quote that shit, had to source-edit.

You use “remote bombs”? you ain’t gotta say more,
I mean, for real though, our struggle’s the same, Soar...
All this social distancing shit is a pain, Soar...
Had to trade in my switchblade for a two-metre greatsword.

These are hard times cuz, I’m just tryna cope.
Had to trade in my sawn-off for a goddamn sniper scope.

I'll wreck you like jesus ,
I'm not bringin redemption for the livin ,
Virb I'm a killer ,
I should get a black ribbon ,
You speak on my flow ,
its on the Euphrates ,
come and ride ,
and get ate up by pirana’s ,
They’re dangerous like Sharknado street side ,
I’m liver than bombs ,
Devastate the structure of a army base ,
If you live in one ,
Shooters gotta provide protection for ya face ,
Cuz I’m aimin at ya ,
The street catches ya head and ya cranium shatters ,
The league posts my diss numbers on you ,
and that’s a stadium matter

The guns don't side wind ,
they dissect your body with a bullet ,
When its on ,
You gotta worry about ya seeds ,
or if ya clothes ruined ,
I’ll aim at you slow ,
Birds flyin from the hood block ,
I’m on the streets ,
Tryin to put the beam on a good spot ,
I only keep 2 slug inside of my smiffin ,
These bullets sting like a bee ,
and float like a griffin ,
You got infinite patience ,
until your country releases its guard ,
then I’m takin rocket explosions to the chest like a god ,
Talkin back to kaid ,
Puts you in as a "virb"al pawn ,
“Eminem” talked about you ,
You can’t “Lose Yourself” when the mic is drawn

The mic is drawn like a weapon - your situations dire fam,
give this trans deuces, pop caps-ule feel it in ya diaphragm,
I'm the Ying n Yang, the plus n minus,
taking forever to write something timeless,
stay sick I'mma take ya chikungunya virus,
Infect your soul Soar, 3rd eye conjunctivitis,
Blend in with the buffalos to hunt the Tigers,
I wanna let the nose spray I got a stuffy sinus,
But I'm a peaceful man with a lust for violence so I'll swear just had 2 like drunken drivers

You could be one in a million ,
wit you performin live in a stadium like michael ,
You aint no genius ,
I’ll expire ya life span when I pipe you ,
The winds at ya back ,
Like they egged you on to fight the piru’s ,
Ya MC skills are tragic ,
you had to suck a man for a label to sign you ,
If you report a death ,
I’m goin all out on you for snitchin ,
You want the beef like a punk? ,
You want a problem? ,
Well I’m willin ,
You seekin goals ,
Wit bullets in my schools basketball Buildin ,
But I’ll damage you quick ,
Wit my sliders ,
Aimin guns wit the minions

I'll nip tuck ya limbs ,
wit a knife in ya ab's ,
I'll take you out quick ,
throwin my hand for a jab ,
Flow hot but your never that ,
Your body turns cold ,
When I freeze ya thoughts ,
like a cryogenic lab ,
Waitin on ya own death makes you bitter ,
give you the run around ,
makin you mad to spark ya temper ,
I’ll put you to the knife ,
as you scream the neighbors hear ya ,
when your cuts heal ,
you can’t look at ya scars in the mirra , (mirror)
If you think you’ll die ,
Then the man on the cross will prepare ya ,
On ya last breath ,
You observe Soar Kaid as your soul bearer ,
I got the skills of a “toker” ,
Ride wit me or I might “smoke” ya ,
You in the streets ,
Aint stopping me from makin quota’s , (quarters)
I roll with soldiers ,
Get on the road wit that flow ,
and I will fold ya ,
I’ll crease you up ,
like a receipt I got from the grocer mandela...

Your dad's minor, he's a flat tyre cab driver, LGBT DJ at a club called Transpire,
You said you're gonna pipe me fam it's not a fag cipher,
You could really get kilt for tryna be a Bag piper,
He wanna hug n hold hands,
Kaid softer than a summer romance,
I'm harder than your mum tryna put on old pants,
She'd never been fucked right til she met me, n-eneh cherry pop like buffalo stance,
Do you know how I know that Soar's an active racist?
You can tell by the shade of black his face is

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Soar Kaid

I’ll expire ya life span when I pipe you ,

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⏸️

The streets was cooler before the frost hit bags face ,
he’s takin crack at a broads pace ,
This cat couldn’t be hot ,
Even if he had flamin grips on his AK’s ,
You dress and prostitute in order to get paid ,
You could ring ya girl friend ,
Wit a rock around her pinky ,
Soar Kaid buys chicks diamonds ,
Wit the 1 carat top lookin dreamy ,
Your first fling was sleezy ,
She sucked me off ,
like one of those strawberry straws ,
she digs Kaid ,
cuz she likes the gangsta print on my draws ,
If I run ,
the presidential spots open up ,
my glock “safety” off like “locks” not sow’n up ,
I’ll take a nutrino bomb and blow your universe up ,
Closed casket ,
Pay the driver at the wheel when ya hearse pull up

bag

I'll bury you ,
wit ya body below the ground under a dying rose ,
I got the bombs ,
To keep an explosive opener close ,
I’m at ya home ,
Relieving myself on ya chick like a Hose ,
You shootin second rate straps ,
can’t trash your guns when their broke? ,
You hopin I stall ,
From putting grenade shrapnel in ya bladda , (bladder)
I fight with the power of a masta ,
or even a dragon ,
that’ll burn ya body up so they can’t toe tag ya ,
You fawn over my raps ,
like a street straggler ,
You think you hard as a cop ,
But I’ll chuck bricks at ya drop ,
I’ll Pull out choppers ,
that'll blow out the windows on ya block ,
It’ll have you wishin you were a bird on the buildin tops ,
I’ll eat you alive lyrically ,
whether you are ill or not

"Putting grenade shrapnel in your bladda (bladder)" so I'm thinkin... reading...
tryna work out some interweaving hidden meaning,
Then I realised what I was misperceiving,
There's actually no wordplay and you're just shit at scheming,
faggurt (faggot)
Solar thermal system, bars hot as is the day long,
Think Soar earned his wings? Far from it that's just plain wrong,
No knowledge, dead brain matter, start droppin in a grey font,
The fact you think you need brackets shows we are not in the same one,
Your dad used to go to parties & do anal with men,
equality; he'd take it but then gave it to them, the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree - Soar Kaid & his dad both got aids in the end

-Fin-

Style Change... Secret Style Ninja Jutsu Sai Special...

I got the "juice" ,
even in the kitchen I'll "liquify" you wit knives , (leave you bloody…)
I hold a deuce ,
Run in ya house ,
and you find out the metal is spry ,
I’ll take ya girl ,
And throw the Television at her ,
while watchin the Jeffersons ,
You light weight ,
Like “Jadakiss” - “you know who I’m better than” ,
I’m in ya room ,
With a Bucks jersy ,
but I look for a better team ,
I cut that crack on ya couch ,
tryin to get it like Metaying ,
I control the mic ,
passin the basket to get with a better topic ,
I’ll fold ya girl ,
Soar Kaid’s sex “game’s” more advanced with a better “offense” ,
I remember when bullets in that behind was a better toppin ,
If you a real killer ,
wit “military guns” ,
then you had better “rocket” ,
I Forgot to pull back the top on the pistol ,
I better cock it ,
When you got a glock ,
And can’t get rid of a problem ,
Bag ,
you better solve it

“Secret style ninja jutsu”...?
For real, that’s what you do?
Me, I flip for the kicks like it’s wushu,
And my own twist when I’m bringing my moves through.
Dude, you... you got a “sai”?
Pfft... sorry, I gotta sigh.
Besides... honestly, your whole “secret style”s seeming worthless:
I mean, you’re too weak and nervous, ain’t defeat a person...
Plus, you just openly told us all about it, if we keep observant,
So if it’s supposed to be a “secret” style, that just defeats the purpose.

Ninjitsu style? that seems wrong.
I ate bro Kaid’s [eight brocades]; it’s qi gong.

Chambered leg stance... I’mma snap later.
My rap flavour kicking it around heads like a flash gainer.
I’mma down a couple lagers, switch my stance to drunken master.
Soar, you ain’t a “ninja”, just a fucking dancer.
You really think you coming harder than me son?
My tornado kicks cause disaster relief funds.
They say we’re past the battle era...
I’ll keep increasing momentum like it’s capoeira.
How you a “ninja”...? your shit flips
Couldn’t even beat a Slick Trick.

You said your “sex game’s got a better offence”...
Nevertheless, I’m getting the sense
You’re relying on porn [pawn]; it’s essentially chess.
Or you just a sub [substitute/submissive] that gets left on the bench.