Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

They talk ninjitsu like we'll think it's true,
Since it's 808 day I brought a string of kicks too,
Kickstart the day with a bang n wash,
Then I'm out to open hats when I clap at ya tops,
I kickbox em to the floor when I'm not packin a Glock,
You kick boxes cuz ya bored at ya factory job,
Front kick a side kick just to be kickin it off,
Don't want a drop kick do the kick stand n gimme my props,
Get floored in front of your mates, then tribe-called-quest ya fam,
Can I kick him?

Just got this a couple of days ago btw and yes everyone has to know
https://i.ibb.co/ZHWv5Pp/IMG-20200804-201846-2.jpg

He’s gotten rusty, been in some major scrapes...
I’mma leave this bitch as badly battered as his 808.
Mentioned “tribe called quest”, it relates to his new kit...
Please, I mean, it needs more than a Q-tip.

Wait... you relate your 808 to the kick’s precision?
I gotta admit it, I dig the cymbalism.
Guess it means that I’m gonna get ‘beat’ ey?
Nah.. means I’m levels above, so change your tone or decay.

Nah for real, the classic analogue shit, that fits ya...
Coz of how you get beat down by your trans sisters [transistors].

I’m far harder than Bags, more like an armoured crate.
I hope at least your beats are decent, since your bars are bait.
You gonna link us your beats next? gee, I can hardly wait.
My command of a ‘Roland’ would surpass the traits of Charles the Great.

Yo you come with some dumb brags and it’s just sad.
Nah I ain’t “kick boxes”, I punch Bags.
I’ll come make your mum glad...
When I chuck a fucking EMP grenade at your 808 drum pad.
Fuck that, I’mma play a slick assassin...
I’ll stick it in Bags; he ain’t know the shit I’m packing.

I flick two kicks ,
comatose my neighbor wit my hands ,
My fortress is the bay ,
I'm runnin on the hills of the rams ,
I make "points" like tetris ,
layin my bricks out for a "hundred" ,
Lay down my bars ,
I got the raps to you ,
lyrical tricks runnin ,
I look through ya blinds ,
Putting my hands on the grips heavy ,
I’m seein past ya window ,
My eyes in mint shape ,
Ever deadly ,
I pass you with vision ,
When ya neck of the woods below flo , (flo/floor)
I see in the sky ,
Flyin above ya mind in a G-foe retro , (G-4)
Put on my death hoodie ,
Makin these rituals in the grass ,
Bomb you from the clouds ,
You run from focus ,
And die barely an inch from the blast

And die barely an inche from the blast, leave that shit in the past, you're just upset that you had a lovers tiff with your dad,
cuz you want a golden shower n he'll only piss in your bath,
Facts,
You go to church cuz you find Jesus sexy, You bin keen n ready to get penis friendly,
you really creepin, always tryna tweet n text me, Say you got mint shape eyes but they're just green with envy,
Put a lid on all that talkin how you wave these sticks,
Your eyes in mint condition cuz you ain't seen shit,
My eyes are bigger than my belly but I'm keepin roastin em,
your eyes are bigger than your belly cuz you're Ethiopian,

Hi Soar,
like I give a fuck about your eyes Soar,
You're built to get demolished cuz your structure is an eye sore,
I felt inspired by Meth n Math, loved the stuff that I saw,
So straight away I hit your mum n did a number on that ice whore

Your obviously crazy or dim minded ,
tryin to rap but your weak like a dim climate ,
You mesmorized by my eyes ,
but I’m like mike I could care less ,
I’m not Ethiopian I’m African American ,
I just don’t eat from a meat press ,
I suggest you do some research in vegetarianism Mr. one fifty , (your IQ's 150 right?)
Your eye are bigger than your stomach? ,
Now I know why your rhymes are so iffy ,
You suck at lyin ,
Your rhymes leak at the edges for days ,
You’re a punk too ,
that’s why your shook from my criminal ways ,
And lemme address your past comment about me havin aids ,
I’m not “Easy E” ,
But I’m “Easy” in the bed with my chicks hands on my braids ,
You couldn’t get Carmen Electra like me ,
Or surpass the genious scale on a selection like me ,
Your just Mr. one fifty ,
I’m Mr. one fifty one rum ,
Who messin wit me?!?

Stop the presses, I'm addressing/teaching lessons/dropping blessings on a peasant who asked who's messin? I move like Mr.Miyagi do, You in Takashi shoes, waiting for somebody to body you, not going to lie to you, that's what I'll try to do, I'm an animal, I should reside in a zoo, I tried but they decided they wouldn't renew, so then I flew here to get paid, spit shade at some kat wit aids the people say, my flow sick like covid it's best you keep away and everyone's on notice

Ill finesse, simply is the best, I never heard you on beat but your written text, that shits akin to sex, no joke, when you said you're an animal you should reside in a zoo, my mind split in two, I was stood in line just buying some food and whipped my dick out n did the helicopter fly in the queue,
probably think I'm lyin to you, but I respect those who express their real life in their view, and I heard you're the main man at Pride I see the lion in you,
Ill finesse, goes out n his sister's Tims n sweats, in a stress cuz he got rejected tryna finger flex his digipets, "cmon tamagochi let me get my pinky wet", no idea where that came from, I'm Tete a Tete with a cripple, all you want in life is a selection of men you can tickle, your verses wack but your name is an impression, a riddle, cuz it start started like it could be sick but then it end in the middle

Style Change...

Bag your rhymes are off point to the point my aggression is lifted ,
You got a "capped" style for rappers that want you dead in a “fitted” ,
I’m on a mission to kill a fool ,
which is you ,
I pull out the mack to victimize a mandela with a tool ,
You must be smokin some shrooms to you think you better than me ,
You couldn’t be hot in summer with ya hands on fire for better degree’s ,
You better be free at the raps before you even try to defend ,
My clique got my back so I wonder why you try to contend ,
Ya clothes don’t pass the test cuz your paperless for a brim ,
My swag stay on my threads while I’m heavy hittin you with my tims

Give your sister her Tims back n listen a sec,
You're a vegetarian African American, so you think in ya head,
That you'd rather see these animals living than dead,
But have no problem enslaving them for some milk and an egg,
Holy cheddar, that's a mess of a mind fam,
Cuz you can tell your family history way better than I can,
You know these animals all have a sentient lifespan,
Yet here you are being just another 18th century white man

all I eat are vegetables and nothing else ,
with maybe water or some silk milk to a glass that I deshelved ,
Well bag your comin off swell ,
You think I eat factory produced food? ,
Your minds in a messed up hell ,
While you talk to tell my business ,
Don’t fail to mention my face fitness ,
Or the rhymes that I told to ya face wit the braces in it ,
With these flows I erase ventures ,
And your uneducated one fifty “mind” with the “mental case” in it ,
How do you tone my mind? ,
When I’ve explored all of life with one word without a dime ,
Now your outta time ,
This last hit will wreck your scheme chemistry ,
And your left without a rhyme ,
This stuff is definitely a terrible crime…

your move bag!

Hi

It's ill finesse again, destined, finessing majestic rhetoric with questionable etiquette, creating incredible deficits, basically it's death for whoever sits above me and above he, this PUBG and my loadout is lovely, sitting comfortably in a building, I soar over you children, you both boring with concepts that's nonsense and lacks depth, I'm ill finesse it's obvious I won't be acquiesced, you bow without request or it'll be taken as disrespect, now you praying for an OG to interject, any real one would know me and not have considered it, not even for a little bit, the one that tried, died, aww fiddlesticks, I've killed legit poets on the internet, devine minds of intellect of the same kind interconnected, I bestow upon ye a hot 16 perfected

Greetings Chosen One!

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this is going out to ill finesse who thinks he's the best well I guess you can say that you own the west but brother please this is the east where I am the beast an animal who feasts on whoever he sees, so proceed to retreat you cannot compete just rhyme to the beat or else you might get your ass beat, so take a seat and listen you can take your flows and find a pot to piss in, challenge me? You'll just be another body missing.

https://youtu.be/50e4g43ZgFU

Fuck it I'm glad, cuz Ragian is so wack he got followed by an ad, lil spectator thought this a good time to advertise, came to that conclusion after he analyzed the man could not withstand the size of the footprint of the man who presides, fans tantalized by your damn demise from the hand and mind of the lion with two cobras on his crown in the land of Zion, it's going down, no use in trying it won't work out, I Kirk out, my words once heard doubts move all throughout the system of your central nerve, with my mental curve I preferred if you'd assume since I can make elements turn, with just my mind I can bend a spoon

I'll get you next time✌

I'll get you next time is what a cartoon villain would say, I'm just a dope MC and I feel like killing today, Lord willing it pays, but I don't put it on display, I'm talented but don't really want to play, so I silence it... But then I listen to radio, I read random websites, hip-hop has a long way to go cuz most y'all niggaz ain't bre(a)d right, I dead hype, shed light, black hole, ready for battle, the backdrop is your tabernacle, I drag Ragian by his Adams Apple into center circle, both us get fitted in shackles, one on one holmes in the thunder dome, immediately you get tackled, then either punched repeatedly or a tap move, I'm that smooth, when they ask you reply baffled and laugh cuz I'm that dude, I'm a natural

- ill Finesse

Ill should know I'm hyper wit this trey pound tool ,
He'll find out way side that I stay round fools ,
These are play ground rules ,
Ill child my straps got a long hit list ,
You'll be a sorry “finesse” like a “pimp” gone to a dentist ,
Feel this with intrest ,(interest)
Cats think they better than Kaid but can’t earth the kid ,
I’ll rush at you like asteroids damaging you until your worthless ,
At the surface ,
you’re a lay men ,
And I’m ancient ,
This fathers “Ox” I got aint nice ,
Its “pops” will give you a face lift , (ox is a gun , pops as in shots)

Finesse your feminine napkins is showin ,
You are more than vagina ,
when your thrown at with a penis or blowed in ,
I enjoy gettin at you full circle ,
You could have your own logo but still get beat like hercule ,
or Mr. Satan ,
You must be scared of Soar Kaid's lyrics ,
because in them the demons waitin ,
Go ahead and wear your new era caps ,
But that aint gonna stop my "wesson" from shootin new era "caps" ,
I may awkwardly have the juice ,
which you can’t loot with a strap ,
I'll make you cry all your “tears” ,
make them “flow” on a hat ,
brrrlllat!

https://youtu.be/pmMXvPtNVTM

To me? Sour kaid's afraid, that's how I take it. Them shots are not hot in the matrix, you acting, my actions give you Max Payne, you need a maxipad? Kaid who's never been laid thinks "why he ask me that?" Turns around and sees a trey pound, black ski mask, it's going down, stop crying like a bitch, I'll send you to Zion quick cuz I am equipped, I am the shit, I brandish shit to manage niggaz, tell you to close your fuckin eyes then I'll cut off your dick with some jagged scissors, and your big toes, it's tradition to troll the mortician, I laugh about my position as I go fishing on a yacht, formulating plots, what I concoct is the tops even the ops wanna rock to it, stop stupid, I'm here to bring this queer Megadeath without the rock music, cooking up this rock in the kitchen, can you smell what the rocks cooking? Listen jabroni, this big pimpin homey, in the spring I be in the field like the simpsons low-key, just keeping it real, like heat to your grill, so you need to chill, by design everything I speak is ill

ill finesse

Wheres the finesse its non existant
No illness youre just gone like Vincent

Kahn, i intent to strike twice in an instant
Like dead people i see you with my sixht sense

Thick dens dont startle me
Ill hit your backbones main artery

Thats how martyrs be
See fire they run through

I use Tactcical maneuevers like Sun Tzu

Witness ill finess get drilled in jest
invest in a headrest i whiplash your best test

Guess Slick got cocky with the shotty
Hit the bottle little too sloppy
In the middle of a toppy

i see a shaman tryna off me
In the desert like Kadafi

looking for kalashni

Take a rug like coffee

https://youtu.be/NXNDC5BW02Y

Slick trick just quit, you can't spit, my shit tantric, my pace frantic, if murder was the case I call that roman-tic, my antics are rancid, I plan to kick you off this planet, battle you in outer space where you'll have home field advantage cuz your bars hold no weight, I annihilate, then await a trial date, niggaz wanna bite my style, call that style-gate, catch me on first take with Max and Steve talking about how I achieved each victory, and how it came with ease

- ill finesse

The last experience you had that came with ease was hearing your mum complain "at least penetrate it please", divorce papers, your dad being made to leave, mom got his dough cuz he cant fill her basic needs,
You came with E's, anal grease, dressed as the YMCA police, handcuffs and a trail of lubricated beads, game to meet anybody with a "relax" emblazoned tee ready play for keeps with an AIDS disease, Ill finna flex some men, Ill finestrogen, if there's a bull on bull orgy you know there'll bee-finesse with them

Bag against Soar Kaid? ,
you aint damagin much ,
Press my eyes to my rifle scope at ya african hut ,
I got the gold token ,
I'll fold you till your frozen ,
See me pull out my gun and bust ya back open ,
I thought Bag was soldier but I was sadly mistaken ,
At the drop of a nickle ,
I'll heat this "bag" up and bake him ,
For the federation ,
The true rappers hate him ,
I'll put you in hell with the hazes ,
My cultural make up is Soar Kaidian ,
I kill people like a pharoahe ,
I'm not the one to play wit

I lamp wit lions in the jungle ,
but ever so humble ,
This "bag" gets sold out at its prime like Ali in a rumble ,
I devise the right plan to pop grams on your face ,
That's a little bit of slug gun powder blowin outta my guage ,
My kids built this "bag" when my "package" was in his moms ,
Rollin high like I was in heaven or in one of my souped up cars ,
You get a “F” on the drug test ,
Now you bustin at the police so you can run less ,
That’ll put the grit on ya nails ,
while you livin in a thug fest ,
you won't go unchecked ,
yo ,
whoever else on this site gettin famous is up next

I'll take next, and practice safe sex by covering the entire upper half of your body in latex, well sorta, regardless I harnessed enough power to shove you up an elephants ass like Ace Ventura, when you try to climb out I'll grab your arm and break it in a kimura, the zookeeper explained the horror, but all's fair in love and hip hop and war, and during wartime I got thugs at ya baby mother's door committing war crimes, no love, she's 40 now, still has nightmares about that night in Morty town, Rick-less bastards, witnesses captured, tortured, grounded into fertilizer and that's how I grew these prize winning orchids

-ill finesse

This orchid I once honestly had, a rothschildanium that cost me a stack, emulated its namesake when I spotted the fact that beneath the surface it fuckin turned all rotten n black

Your life goes start... fail, I doubt you are male,
you spend big bucks at yard sales, on new bindles you part snail,
iLL finesse fishy breath, I know you droppin bars frail, cuz you sound like a backup singer for the carwash song on shark tale, know where you'd find life hard? Jail,
you'd be bottom bunking scared of heights bitch you weak,
I'd take the top bunk, have a lot of juice, get a drink fuelled sleep,
n that's when the truth rain down on you urin too deep,
"Dear diary, I can't cry underwater, but through piss do weep"

Bag Mandela youll get arsoned fella
This is martian shell i

Send your way like bottles at Coachella
Im a dolphin killa

Any aquatic gets the automatic
You fishes just panick

Screaming so frantic
Youre in Arsenios attic

Im classic

Youre sipping ice tea in your hammock

Ill stab it
Til you drop dead from the havoc

Blast a police cruiser with the cops in it
No fake no paint just cockin it

Im a boss innit
Drop the guise the line im crossin it

Art of War we go toe to toe
Ill drop you like a uppercut coming down to flore

Zzzzzzz

I'm bored, so I decided to perform, cast a storm
My wrath's impact is like violent waves crashing shores, no remorse for the corpses that I leave in the wake of my raised endorphins, is it gay to say you could play with my foreskin, that's a slick trick I'm not endorsing, this shit is totally Gorgan, I'm enforcing like this wcw and I'm a horseman, I escort them off the plank into the pits of the unfortunates

Ill do it rage-style accapella
Tell your goodfella

Nutella works in a cell i
Dont think you could dwell

Listening to ranting for you is hell
But well that would make a lott of sense

You got no finesse just empty shells
No illness just a headcase in a shell

Spraying random words like that
Ohh like rap?

Ye bet you rhyme better with chaps
Veteran crap

Etcetera happened
Ill sever a captain

Never let Chapman
Get a hold of your abdomen

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Ill ill your finnesse like tubercolosis in ice scaters

And fuck your mom so hard she becomes a hater

Invite your dad to capers
Slit his throath while hes watching the raiders

Your a Dido fan, stay listenin to life for rent,
Named after Rick least you could do's meet minimum requirements,
But you're flows slick for real, you spill it time n time again,
It might look nice on the surface but it's killing the environment,
You're tryna perform with a deck of cards but can't shuffle em,
I'm performing witchcraft, dark arts n occultism,
I can solve 3 rubix cubes blindfolded while I juggle em,
What I'm sayin is what's a single Trick to a Bag full of em?
If my house was near your house you'd probli get invited, I'd booby trap that motherfucker, bombs'd get ignited, I hate people who haven't done stuff n go by what their friends decided, so the sign on my door will say "don't knock it til you've tried it"

Ive threathened cops to their face
in any case

i was ready to blaze
in the way

i can find different agendas
none match mine so is the offenders

no past crimes
Ive smoked a doobie

Risking jail time
I knocked out my best friend he got out of line

You wanna go there i feel like you dont
youre hesitatin im waitin think that i wont

Level who approach me like Hamed when he flaunt

Fuck trying i do or i dont
Bag your ass up for a gram and have you smoked like a joint

Fuck trying, you do or you dont,
You meet bitches, try fucking and they usually won't,
Truth is the only smokin joints this cheap rappers seein, when my knee caps are steamin - from givin your weak ass a beatin,
Drop this fruit sumthin new-tonight, gram nuthin get ya head split,
You'd know watt a tonne of shit that was if you ever met trick,
Get sent-to-meet-ya god by a born ruler,
On an off day I'm still out ya class like they called "Bueller?"
You got a lot of things stored in ya brain but they all tumours,
I got death stars for nuts ya bitch covered in storm troopers

Your storm troopers are born losers/ ill send my Jedi knights to be their abusers/ death stars for nuts huh thats clever, until I use i lightsaber to have them both severed/

Ragian youre faggy and
Dumb and broke

Snortin coke
come on and cope

you come on and choke
Like bag when he clears his throath

You got another one ready to poke
Already a joke

I said it you dope
Offended i hope

Im Trick i stay mascerading
Dressing niggas up like Kanye West exaggerating

Slicks livin life at a faggots pace,
I been tryna work out what he masquerades,
Cuz bein a bantam weight with a rashy face,
Makes it pretty difficult for you to mask your aids,
With your heart pumpin Hufflepuff pussy blood,
The story of your life will be a suckin nuts for dummies book,
He's Slick by name but they're callin him some other stuff,
And Slick by nature cuz you're borin n you fuckin up,

Mentioned Yeezy in your verse cuz he's your favourite right now,

Called ragian a coke head got me raisin an eyebrow,

Your brain must be fried from all that yay on your mind, spent so long chasin that white you can't help spacing your lines out

Thats a fallacy
I do no formalities

I see youre mad at me
Cuz i fucked your ass humanitly

Supposedy youre a G oh see
No heaven for you ill cut you up to a tapestry

Filet mignon filed catastrophly
Chainsaw finesse masterly

Slick Trick licks dick pics at picnics and drinks piss for you to witness while washing dishes at kitchens sinkses/
He is this little dickless fag born to bitches who itches and twitches to the sickness of nitwits/
So come witness this incredible lyrics for your spirit to feel it and get inspired to shit disses on bitches like little Slick Rick who just died on my hitlist.

This dude plain weirdo.
i'll walk up to your spot,
and actually shoot off your beard bro,
i bet your actually a lazy bitch that cant do a single kegel.
Fucking moron looking like the mouth of sauron.

Your hit list is hitless, once I commit? Leave your wig spilt wit the quickness, you're ill-equipped for lyrical fitness, I am the litmus, God programmed who I am to be monolithic, if you wanna whiff bitch? Start a wishlist, maybe on Christmas I'll cum and visit whoever you kissing

- ill finesse

It's the clinical lyrical miracle minus a syllable - neglect that shit please,
I'll put your head underwater - hold it down - respect the MCs,
You think God made you monolithic n I agree with ya mind state,
Definition: one stone, you're an imperial lightweight,
This guy's names finesse, it don't suit but this bar might, cuz that's a bridge too far n you're not playing your cards right,
With a 1-2 battle record I know you struggle swingin punches, so you sign off with bigger letters to make up for little numbers