Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

You said "you are not the highest", I'm agreeing with it,
I believe there's one level for all people to sit,
For everything you're good at, there's something at which you are equally shit,
Proven, cuz you suck at rappin and excel eating a dick,
What's next, another style copycattin Wu tang in ya mantra?
Tiger claws style, fuck you think you're some kind of animal Santa?
You probably tie your arm up, shootin smack in ya plasma, cuz you heard you got to go through a lot of belts before advancin to master,
You need to stop ignoring the facts,
Cuz I can tell you're lost by how you talk in ya raps,
No direction cuz it's so far you've walked from the path that you don't know which way's forward or back,
You been aimless, I could draw you a map,
But you'd see your going round in circles n think you ballin's a fact

Ill grav you by the throath and stab you with a shiv

Then blast you in the head before you know that you been hit


Slicks taking over your pitch
Takes your ball and scores with it

Youre a tweeked out loser
Your avatar speaks volumes

How you rap king-style when you dont even got kaliums

How can i diss an anonymous troll
Thats like Virbius not raping taking a stroll

How can you suck so much at this rap shit

Bars bitch better eat shit and practice

I had a thousand hits on my Soundcloud page

While you were looking for an outlet for your next rage

Calm collected thats how i connected
Now im gonna blow u out the water like fish on the bottom deck

Shotgun aimed at it
See your spine shatter

Fly bonesplinters like bonematter

You lone cat

Your phone chatters

on the roam on your own i break your prone position and shine light upon your cardboard throne and your crown machee

Light you up on the radar for the site to see

That you aint nothing to play with just waste of time to be

Bag Mandela passive like salmonella

Agressive like Orson fella

Waits for a reply so he can cut with the comeback

He has no material
He just waits for a lunch bag

Found himself a niche where he hopped on the train

back and forth on the disses now hes feeling the grain

But hes still afraid going against it

"better play it safe ill just play it gangsta"

Met Slick and got gut problems from the angst

Still hoping for redemption

For now hes out of here til he cant fight the temptation

Bag it may seem as if you wised up ,
Your raps got that Sky Tarrice feel ,
high up! ,
But enough ,
You could only hope to defeat me ,
If your Abobo on Double Dragon then I must be Billy ,
You feel me? ,
bag you are light work ,
and I'm that type of a jerk that'll type till it hurts ,
From which you go tenner like Michael ,
and turn white from a curse ,
Could you eye that or worse? ,
See'n you pass like Jackson did at mid age ,
and ride in a hurst ,
Your graspin for straws that you can't even see ,
What you take in this life will haunt you in hell ,
until you can't breathe

Slick you can't rap ,
your spit is ash ,
Rackin up a thousand hits on sound cloud means your trash ,
and the thing profound with that is I mean that ,
I'd formally adjust your attention to your losses ,
cuz against us ,
the fore mentioned killers ,
you are not awesome ,
I'm lawless ,
and your a toad stools carcass ,
If you rapped to kill bag I'd be apprehensive talkin ,
You act like you can see me and I'd say you have lost it ,
So stop it…

Soar, before I leng you off, I got to get this out the way, and congratulate slick trick on a thousand plays, wow, it's great, I can't comprehend how you go about ya day with that amount of fame,
The power, status, on a nice wage,
sponsors, fly chains, dollar signs paid,
it's just out the goodness of your heart you get absolutely bodied by kaid,
Hi Kaid, bye Kaid, both ways because your bi Kaid, how many double ended dildos for your fleshlight did you buy Kaid? you'll get flattened, I'll bring the pump like I'm tryna give your bike aid,
Violence, easy to write about but better know it's horseshit,
Only steps away from goin R Kelly on a poor kid,
I've been to the afterlife, seen hell n yes it's morbid,
So nowadays I'm moral, I don't condone anything that Soar did

Time to add X2 power... Red and Italics...

I take "bag" and I start the crack delimma ,
I sell him like a dime ,
for a pop of "snow" which happens in "december" ,
Seems like bag wants to destroy what I'll do this winter ,
I'mma beast like a grizzly bear for a basketball center ,
You'd be warned what I'll do with this ,
I'll flip the weapon like a ninja student did ,
Show toon Dragon Ball Z ,
givin me a super wish ,
To cause bag to see his rhymes nothing but a clueless diss ,
Watch the ruger pitch a deathly toll to you ,
"sounds" of the bullets to your brain chemicals "s-s-s-s-s"-solible , (make the sound of "S")
You head trip while my skills run 100 years past to a older you ,
Due to this ,
You could pull the frost “out” ,
but that's “in” a colder you

Rabotay? That's so gay it probably has both aids and knowledge of how a man's ass hole tastes,
This an easy one Soar, your writing sucks,
Like the websites this cunts^ tryna push,
You spelt soluble 'solible', seems right enough,
Think you're the greatest & keep gettin U n I mixed up,
Dude don't wanna hear the facts that I tell him,
Just stares like he caught me mid-wank at his wedding,
Add 2X power, raises an understandable question,
How are your maths skills as bad as your spelling?

talkin tough. you never backed your city
B knocked on its side looks like he's rockin two fat titties
tacklin scholars. you aint bout gettin dollars
last time you stuck your neck out. got horse collared
this light work. bullies takin his money
puttin squeeze on B so long he lookin like honey
10 minimum pussy. you struggle the worst
when the two lines in your sig are better than your verse
but congrats on the solo. bet you boast your ego
only thing worst would be to see a sequel

slashe got a little bit of flow...

slashe you could grow like a young man ,
but I only live to smash your growth like a can ,
You'd think I was Milwaukee cuz of my "dire bucks"
Your an animal ,
until you lay down and get killed by a flyin truck ,
Pillsbury cat your sweet as lemon merrang ,
I'll attack you like a boxer ,
endin ya games ,
I'm makin 10 from your corpse after sendin you flames ,
"Pythagorean theorem" when I "square" up to you ,
"bendin ya frame" ,
I'd go with that slashe junk ,
if the "E" was an inch from ya name ,
you wanna show me up by the end of ya play ,
but people see me expose ya wackness ,
then I grin for the day

Gunz vs. gunz. you never held one once
anyone can get wet up using water guns
laughable shit and the vowels stupid
line 4 almost caused bowel movements
bet you beat a few but what else can I say
guess you know how it feels to be me for a day
Square punches. really? quit the game
hit Rock bottom til you forget your name
I get TopBoy. like Asher D & Kano do
haven't found another person who sucks greater than you

Even if you wore your age on a jersy with your name on it ,
had an afro like Doctor J and made plays thats enormous ,
you aint me cuz I'm "soarin" ,
all the way wit the dunk on the court top like I'm Jordan ,
and I'll light it up on a dime in my Air Forces ,
Leave your jaw floored with shots past your face ,
flyin in the coleseum fortress ,
I'll shatter the back board ,
put it back up with a fork lift ,
Slashe aint no match accordin to news sources ,
My raps will lift your soul like hydraulics at play ,
Forget a blind spit ,
I keep the non sense at bay ,
I must not be enough to convince slashay ,
Cuz I could blow a fog horn ,
and his ship would still inch my way ,
well anyways ,
you can come get slayed ,
I'll size you up like a contender ,
then read you like a book when I aim ,
bang!!!

I went thru loops to kill this kid..
Had to be a registered member to do a bid..
It’s a close casket but I’m just fresh with the lids...
I’ll make this Soar Raid drench in blood like his read..
Either cases catching a cases I’m talking travel high..
I fly high Alaska air line while his lines just sore the tread..
Wake up kid this ain’t the walkin dead..u ain’t woke yet..
After I’m done with the slaughter case this leave all ya caption in red...
Dead beat..all I eat is red meat I’m bulk up n yoke out..
Getting brolic kicking knowledge...we ain’t talking bout ether but ur’ll get smoke out..
This a cook out get ya grill N steel ready..when I pop one..ur’ll feel the lead steady..

What you eat with your brain will have you with a spoon ,
Your an example of that ,
You move slow in your flows which will incur a swift doom ,
Cat's like me raps is on straps ,
I don't care ,
I'll bring the onslaught to a beginner on crack ,
To kill you ,
I'll make the explosion in the missle hit you like a car ,
then the destruction of my rhymes move mountains like a star ,
I move in stealth ,
you could have lotus style shadow boxin me ,
and it still wouldn't help ,
Chris Reeves ,
Eye's scorchin and Illiance couldn't jump from it ,
makin him melt ,
The chopper presents a "gift" to your head ,
Then I "slay" it like an "elf"

Move mountains like a star haha we'll just pretend that makes sense,
Thinkin you're heavy but sound all over the place, Kaid-dense,
No joke the kid ballin, at his feet the chicks fallin,
In laughter, cuz he's the only one in Massilon crip walkin,
You don't want it Kaid do me a favour,
You'd be safer in the bath with taser,
Heads I win, tails you lose cuz I'm sonic with the knuckles like Sega,
For 50 cent I'd find you in the club, pull a banger at the bar,
Empty the clip, sound like snoop Dogg, the ladder-da-da-da

Oh so 150 is a hacker... lol... thats cool... but it means nothing against me...

You are fool hearted to start with me ,
I have the slain look and an angel guardin me ,
You think that you can tell the world who kaid is? ,
I don't think so ,
Cuz if you did they wouldn't believe you ,
the unfamous ,
you reach for the stars ,
I reach for the universe with an unbelievable grip ,
You spend nights hackin ,
So you can make ends meet with a chip ,
I'm regarded the king pin of existence ,
Governments can't find me ,
but hackers like you see a marker ,
then follow the distance ,
I aint cool with the women ,
they ignore me cuz I look too hot ,
Chicks can't handle me ,
So I go with female angels with nice tops ,
uh ,
Its dramatic ,
how you think I'm the kid to beat ,
in any way or fashion I'll destroy you ,
and mince the beef

Dope.
Anyways...


Yeah ok... I’m more than sure...
All mortal whores are bored of Soar, but the angels and him got this raw rapport.

Dude’s a Soar loser, at least learn to fail better.
That was barely even rap, just an array of letters.
‘When hell freezes over’ is my favourite weather.
But “I look too hot” coz I stuffed a coat with angel feathers.

I fuck with a succubus, “women angels” are cowardly.
I flirt with disaster, arrange dates with valkyries.
I take trebuchets to heaven’s gates, breaking boundaries.
When I’m testing mettle it’s some basic alchemy.
“When Virb sees this one it’ll make him proud of me!”
Why do all these dumb fucking laymen bow to me?
Bitch, at least accept fate accountably...
You’re shit, but it’s not like you ain’t allowed to be.

Prepare for a could-apply-to-anyone lyrical passage, (wtf lyrical passage?!)
Cuz beef between the English didn't get em all speakin our language,
See my kicks? Jordan's - shit is a fact,
Your kicks? Jordan's - and you gotta give him them back,
Different swag, you rock your grandads hand me downs,
God said you need a defect, you said "Ok, hand me downs",
I referee'd a disabled football match, had to send one of the downies off,
Said "I know he's retarded, but no contact & he went down, he's off",
Check, Your girl says that I look quite nice, thinks I'm a hot dish, Mumbai spice,
Rude boy both of your parents are junkies, Your dad likes crack and your mum buys spice

Drink this half & half bag... if you didn't know half & half is a form of milk.

You love playin music miss ,
I say your "down syndrome" melody is the "stupidest" ,
Far from stress soothin ,
Thinkin about that trash ,
I start holdin my brain like I'm losin it ,
I'll rock you in the jaw ,
So tighten ya mouth like your tube'n spit ,
If you wanna be a liar then lie ,
I'll take you off meat ,
put you on a diet then die ,
Soar Kaid ,
my power remains flyer than a ride ,
Bring you a taste of this criminal ,
with cyanide on the side ,
You aint gotta speak ,
dummy press play ,
You breakin ya “Jordans” in ,
runnin from S K , (Soar Kaid) ,
I move like I’m slick ,
so I’m hot on the scene ,
I got that stroke game for your chick ,
Braught's over ween’s , (braughtworst, you know)
now I’m inside your mom's like a dream ,
instigatin a ten four ,
then dead you like a cop with the beams

@ Bag... Haha, safe cuz.

Your girl’s “Mumbai spice”... don’t take this the wrong way...
Please, I mean, she used to be a bomb bae.
Lots changed.

“Prepare for a could-apply-to-anyone lyri...” Bitch, shut the fuck up and rap.
“Beef between the English”? Nah... but I’mma come with mustard gas.
Fuck that, it’s just rap, and dude’s just a scumbag.
Keep cracking dad jokes. I’ll come make your mum gag.

Diss me, I ain’t give a shit, we’re both some grown ass lyricists,
His girl’s a tramp and sticks with Bag. that’s a bindlestiff.
Simple shit, you’re busy writing homophones...
But you’d scrap that to have chats if a... uh.
You joking about downs, and that’s some shit I don’t condone,
But god said you need a defect, you said you had a load at home,
Your order: hold the intellect and add an extra chromosome.
He said ‘you want a different gift?’, you asked him for a Toblerone.

Fucking hell Bag, a “lyrical passage”?
I’m surprised you ain’t call it a syllable package.
Bitch, you can send me a writ for the damage;
I’m the reason your folks have a difficult marriage.

Back with the keys so you in trouble too
V postin twice is only way you see a W
cant believe this site still allows the lames
but if your blowin smoke its goin down in flames
all personal. guess you gotta over reach
I'd brush the dust off n leave you lookin like tumbleweeds
get the spoils awards. U get the hatchet
you blossomed to the point your lookin rancid
immature keys barely move me
its so young it'd cast the next cuties movie.

Red and steady aim.

Slashe your style aint butter ,
Its like I'm lookin at ash when you rap ,
I'll floor this dude with the gun ,
Lay it down after I air you out with the strap ,
You speak the wrong words ,
and you still think that Kaid can't hang with,
Thats a call for opposition ,
I'll pull a attack on your brains when I bang it ,
shoot you with a twenty spread from the stainless ,
Give you the "heads up" with you and the dead "hangin" ,
Slashay you think your smooth ,
But your lackin flow now ,
get a new style ,
I'mma "animal" when I rhyme ,
thats why their tempted to "go wild"

"Give you the "heads up" when" - stop fuckin about,
You only know the heads up when you got nut in ya mouth,
Kaid thinks I'm a cyber terrorist cuz I know the faggots town,
Guess typing a name in Google constitutes being a hacker now,
Too dumb to realise I'd said it 3 times already, no pretence,
If you made it to URL, your only strength would be 'defence',
Callin me 150, deep, serious stuff,
Why you obsessed with my IQ? It's weird as fuck,
Face to Face you'd get a Chelsea grin, vis-a-vis cut,
But I'm 150, you're American, makes sense I keep it a buck

I bring my strap ,
puttin holes in your limbs ,
Grip the 40 cal in with my fist and make you flinch ,
I'm straight ,
but this hacker is bi-sexual ,
if you should go all ways ,
alien sex ,
your tri-sexual ,
lol ,
I aint gettin in your closet ,
I'm fly as a robin when I'm stuntin ,
You can't stop it ,
I'm on fire ,
But study my flows and you might get a little tighter ,
You "smellin" talk back , , (2 pauses)
So the only conversation you havin is to a fiend about "rocked crack"!!!

I don't mind that your a 150 ,
you speak like a 100 though ,
so I'm iffy ,
Get real ,
go against me and I'll throw you like a frisbee ,
I account for all your energy in this game re-enactment ,
and bash your brain in like a Halloween attraction ,
Stay up ,
I don't mind if your a hacker bag ,
call me nieve ,
but typing things into google constitutes that , (lol...just jokin man)
Whether you ponder crude raps ,
Or get on bing for your pop star jewel pics ,
I could care less ,
Cuz you can't stop my flows ,
or how hard my rule gets

Your shoes, size 3's, tiger claw rhyme schemes,
I'm starting to see why your verses sound translated from Chinese,
*Italic red style*go go faggot rangers*
Your habitat is one the destruction I must bring,
"Gun" the "family" on "Halloween", make use a "pump" "kin",
Shucks Hinn, Hope I used enough quotation marks,
I'd have used one of your old ones but I don't quote Asian marks,
Lazy bars, like a pandas drive,
You probably know how fiat pandas drive,
Wait, what if that Chinese shits a bag of lies? and kaid is actually a mastermind working on some advanced design,
Creating an artificial rapper by making a robot & inputting a pack of lines from 90s hip hop tracks then pressing randomise?

I aint workin on no advanced design , I'm just super human like I said. My next diss is comin at you soon. Look up the movie "Limitless" and that should give you an idea. Look up the movie "Lucy" too. But guess what. I aint on no pills. I'll tell you this: I'm stuck at 40-50% though. but I do know that as I gain age it goes higher. Is that too much for you to take in? I bet it is. Just like your IQ is 150, I got my expenditures also, so to say.

ha bag thinks that I'm jesus christ ,
I send crack heads to god so that must mean I'm that type ,
no... ,
I'm not ,
Or are you just imaginin me as a designer? ,
I'm not a hacker ,
Or do I run specialty as a data miner ,
I'm just a 21 year old black dude ,
that meddles in the world of 1990's rap feuds ,
Yeah that assumption was correct ,
Which has me servin words like gallespies ,
and dumpin them on your head ,
I cause the lights around you to go stealth ,
and take the "bars" above you that you believe to be your health (bars as in raps or video game health)
I’m 50 man ,
50 god ,
I’m comin from a stem of the family tree of allah

Secret Mystical Dragon Style and Secret Smooth Snake Style

Man ,
I am ,
the unfornicated fortress ,
I got into diametrics and untamed forces ,
To seethe a "bag" ,
See me tag him ,
with a weapon thats doesn't know its own passion ,
I mean a gun ,
shoot your tame body and give it a side of blood ,
and decrease bags situation that this rhymer dug ,
your time is up ,
I'mma flyin warrior ,
A Ronin waking up in these times ,
Bag nestles with a male ,
I got evidence that he bends his behind ,
This american will flow for the dimes , (especially bags woman)
and I'm doin calisthenics on your chick from the side ,
Son ,
and steer her back in your direction when I'm done ,
You singin fustrated like a young Frank Sinatra ,
When I'm around 45 ,
you can catch me soarin with a bomber

I was summoned... to tour with Obama
Tiger woods came and brought his mama
Chappelle made a couple stops, mi casa su casa
Soar kaid? let me break him off proper, he failed the 4th grade, never once prevailed in spades, fronts like his men's wearhouse suits are tailor made, first time he knocked boots and didn't pay was when he was 28, and he's still with him, he drinks jizzim, I think he went to prison, damn the system creating victims, heading into collisions with written compositions stomping all competition, no matter the style I'll accomplish mission, when I'm with a bomber? All you'll hear a is whistling, make you drink water from Michigan, if your daughter is of age I might stick it in, then bust on her lips, tits and chin, I don't give a shit whatever to get the win, I already won, this was fun, we should do this again

Secret Super Smooth Snake Style

You trying to disrespect me? ,
I told you to come to the cypher to take siege ,
Your a controlled villain ,
See cops catch him puttin drugs in the bowls of his kitchen ,
I aint snitchin ,
put you in PD files when I body you with with a hustlers diction , (PD as in police department)
You aint even weighted wit me ,
and you think you can take my chick? ,
your either brain dead or dizzy ,
Its hard times for this moron ,
When you spendin money on drugs that clean ya brain out like clorox ,
I'm spittin hot rhymes for that mind ,
hittin ya fore head ,
give this man a shot of botox ,
K's clustered on the inside wit bullets shoots finesse ,
you can call that a blow job

I do think I could take your chick, I'm not trying to though,
Cuz you're right, you must be crazy, I seen the size of the ho,
Plus she like bitch made suckers, know how I'm in the know?
Cuz this diss the bitch above you - you posted 3 times in a row,
Kaid self disrespectin in his schemes, bed wetter since a teen,
For you waking ups a nightmare you won't ever live your dream,
I could tell from that last verse you dropped, when I read it on the screen,
Bold, Italics, bro you goin heavy on the lean

actually bag... I do have secrets. I guess it wouldn't hurt to put it out there. I am higher than normal though thats how I have my secrets. You have no idea. Limitless and Lucy. I know everything important. LITERALLY EVERYTHING. I'm pretty surprised that your IQ actually worked for you figuring out that I'm pressing randomize...lol... Yeah I'm a cheater. I'm dissing you soon.

by the way... my IQ is 107. I aint too bright...lol... But with me theres an exception...

Bag your raps are out of tune ,
Scholastically speaking to you ,
You'll have me askin did I update my flow too soon ,
cuz I built myself too fast in a flash for yalls doom ,
Suddenly ,
I felt bag buggin me ,
to put myself out there for his personal gain ,
When I said it ,
did it make you happy ,
or did it worsen your pain? ,
Do you want peace? ,
if you do ,
that won't happen in this life time ,
Even beyond existence ,
People goin take the side line ,
Take that as a truth ,
Whats knowledge without proof? ,
Start comprehending more with your IQ ,
Begin thinkin and stop paying attention to what I do (echo "I do..")

Like I give a fuck about a word that you're spittin,
You put that echo at the end cuz no one turned up to listen,
Any plans for the weekend Kaid? "suckin dick all tomorrow",
Well you Soar in Mass so of course you swallow,
Real shit, read this and mirror the word;
drib, that's twice I just flipped you the bird,
Jokin aside, In a country that thinks Biden & Trump are acceptable leaders,
I'd say a 107 IQ makes you a relative genius

I'm bout to bag mandela, toe tag this fella
Put my foot so far up his ass his abs swell up
Anything he claims is lame, his name takes Nelson's name in vain, but that don't offend me, he'll never get a Winnie, I seen him in 7-11 one time holding up the line paying with rolls of pennies, then he would stroll and later panhandle in front of Denny's, for months I would see him there every Wednesday, You lost your mind when your girl left with the kids, that's what your friends say, that's none of my biz, it is what is, now you're beating your dick, watching a flick of two dudes and no bitch

My bitch left with who's kids? I'll just say this finesse,
And I'm only gonna say it cuz once I say it it's said,
I have no kids, it's like zombies with a lady in bed,
Pull your weapon out, shoot, and aim for the head,
Fuck you think I'm tryna support a wife?
Settle down, start a family n have a normal life?
Get a dog, get old, get bored n die?
It's us vs them in this mortal fight and the world's too small for us all to hide,
Think I take Mandela's name in vain, pussy not one bit,
You see I BM cuz you get nowhere sat wondering what IF

I just lost patience with this gun in my grips ,
Shoot your brain ,
Pull my sleeve up when I'm blowin the tips ,
I'm boxin you in ,
Its mandatory that you aint flimsy ,
Cuz you can't win a chicks heart over in your dickies ,
You can't be an embarrasment when you ride around in the city ,
that'd be a joke for everyones memry (memory) ,
To think about the last thoughts ,
With a guage at bag ,
I stay shootin shirts like a mascot , (mascots shoot those shirts out of those big nerf guns)
I'm never outta way when I blast off ,
I'm puttin up twin eagle shots gravitatin to bags grand lodge ,

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@ Ill Finesse

I already said most of the shit which rhymes with Ill Finesse...
Fuck it... there’s a few which still are left.
Whilst you’re alone at home abusing pills and cess...
I’m in the Clockwork Orange milk bar with my droogs on synthemesc.
I’m rocking roman robes over a winter vest with Fila creps.
Your shit’s basic and boring and the name is a warning... Ill Finesse?
Your fam must be as embarrassed as the Cosbys after Bill’s arrest.
I’ll milk your pets, and pour it in your morning coffee.
I went on a beer run, accidentally bought an offie.
Chucking my guts up in the sink’s an awesome hobby.
Jesus Christ’s grandaddy, lah, I’m more than godly.
I’m sorta sorry. then again I’m sorta not.
I kicked your bitch out my bed because she snores a lot.
Call the cops, fuck it, fam, I’ll call em first...
Feed em false information on the gravesite just to stall the search.
I never walk to church, damn, they carry me on palanquins.
I’m the reason Eden’s packed with massive plants of cannabis.
A pacifist, and if you say I ain’t I’ll slit your throat.
I rock a businessman tie with white Nikes and a wizard coat.
When police interrogate me I only speak in RZA quotes,
Spud the judge if he can name one tune which Dilla wrote.
A misanthrope. I’ll sleep when I’m dead or when I’m out of spliffs to toke.
A simple bloke but friggin’ dope. I told the cunt to pipe the fuck down when inner wisdom spoke.
I set fire to my house just for a hit of smoke coz my rizla broke.
Got ordained for sainthood when I tricked the pope...
Now I’m laid back getting fed grapes by religious folk.
They say this shit’s a slippy slope...
I’m at the top, ready to push you back down with a single poke.
I had to dump my ex girl... off of a fishing boat.
Damn, where’s my oar, I didn’t think the bitch would float.
Knocked at local houses, asking for some string or rope,
Plus a heavy object, and a car so I can ditch the po’.
Plus a cold Stella, and an egg and chips to go.
Set fire to my house coz I forgot what spot I hid the dro.
Shit, this is just how I do, in case you didn’t know.
Real talk, my whip’s for show, I travel as a distant crow.
My home ain’t got a basement, just a bottomless abyss below.
But it’s got a massive attic where my favourite victims stowed.
I’m sniffing snow, like I’m a mountain rescue tracker hound.
I hang around battlegrounds and rock a Greek god’s hand me downs.
I reply to deep insightful shit with random sounds.
I made a huge stew from the white rabbit Alice found,
And ran a poker hustle from the red queen’s palace grounds.
Y’all just clap and wow as I thank and bow.
I prayed to god, got what I wanted, then abandoned vows.
Now god prays to me, in fact that motherfucker’s damn devout,
He arranges fetes and bakes cakes to raise papes for my bank account,
And calls door to door, like, “please... Virb needs a ganja ounce,
Any donation would do, even a gram would count...?”

I got that Kid Icarus heat ,
Studyin this beef cuz I been in the streets ,
This special metal gets shot ,
poppin virb past his vest ,
My skills burn you like a vat at McDonalds to your death ,
You aint it ,
Cuz I'll kill virb with just the cool breeze of my spits ,
Look in the books ,
Scholastics ,
Cuz I'll school ya ,
I'll blow the slugs an inch through your torso on a ruler ,
It don't take much to bomb you on my computer ,
I'm flyin in confinement of the skies ,
while virb is below in a Uber ,
I take the looks of black shades ,
goin terminator to ya ,
and put chryogenics on you,
till your body feels cooler ,
Virb your a heavy weight ,
But I aint been afraid often ,
to dig this beef up like "benjamin's" ,
outta my grave "pockets" ,
Virb can't see Soar Kaid ,
Virb can't find him ,
Cuz if you peaked my rhymes in speed ,
its like a S-Class flyin ,
like a drink with a pierced olive ,
Don't try it ,
You spit that zirconia light flow ,
and I only speak diamonds ,
Sell drugs but you push "cane" like an "old timer" ,
You must be an old rhymer ,
Your raps is like tryin to unscramble the code of an old cypher ,
Why turn your music up ,
spendin and hearin 70's notes in a old diner ,
I'm close to a minor ,
Dual bullets shot ,
it'll be the death of you when they both find ya