Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Secret Killer Skew Style...

I'll pop my gun and have you floatin on top of a creek ,
Then take a flight to escape the charges of the precinct ,
My dude aint no peace ,
When the flames is sparkin from the K ,
leavin you in disarray ,
Lay you down with the gauge ,
in order to put you in a deathly place ,
pour out on your grave some hennessy ,
thats for the great lengths that life took my enemy ,
I'll watch you burn in hell to the degree's ,
So check your energy before it bottoms out ,
I'm atrocious ,
pullin guns inside of ya house ,
I'mma skilled artist ,
you better watch what comes outta ya mouth ,
I could rise like a sky scraper ,
and fall from the top ropes ,
destroyin all of your hopes ,
now I'm back flyin in my car ,
with my snub on smoke ,
I aim with a weapon ,
nothin will delay me ,
I'm ready ,
Locked and loaded with that L.A D , (D as in Defense)
If you lookin good with that pellay crease ,(pellay as in pelle pelle)
I'll take your goods quick when my AK speaks

Ay, yo.. a dorm shooter, war looter, stormtrooper, Bourne’s tutor...
I got more secret styles than Soar’s oeuvre.
...And mine ain’t all the same.
My train of thought’s you ain’t thought to train.
I’ll hijack your train of thought, make ya walk in shame.
Nah fuck that, I’ll hijack the mortal plane.
We ain’t in the same bracket. (here’s where Soar’d explain).
Secret styles? Bitch, you switch through corny, lame... boring, tame... forced, ashamed...
Got me feeling more disdain than if my Jordans stained
With your blood and guts when you’re torched and maimed.
My pen’s mightier than what Soar’d bring, and it all pertains...
Coz, I ain’t wanna hear your thoughts, just explore your brains.

Secret Killer Skew Style at 100

You wanna jack the mortal planes? ,
I'll jack your mind with ease ,
Give you Shao Khans defeated glow on Mortal Kombat 3 , (he glows when you defeat him)
You shook when Soar Kaid arrives ,
cuz I light like a match and explode ,
now you remain in hives ,
I write with a blood ink pen ,
I'll kill ya family off to make sure you have a dud eve-nin ,
Your rap battles are everything short of graphic ,
They should disconnect you from the net and get you out the traffic ,
You think you a MC? ,
Well my talents infinitely increase ,
your a bare minimum while my Ex 2 power is a beast , (Ex 2, X 2)
I just use that when I wanna sow my royal oats ,
on the beat ,
I loom like a large buildin shadow ,
and blast you with heat

Secret Symphony of Death Style... at 100

Carryin a gun carries charges of ten to life ,
But I don't care ,
I'll just be stuck in the prison after what I do to ya wife ,
I'll stretch out my tims just to put dirt on ya rims ,
Go to your job ,
and tell the manager that your doin the customers in ,
I love beef ,
This smoke will be a reminder to you and ya friends , (you don't want no smoke...)
that I aint no video game , (I aint so-arcade)
and you won't make it to the end ,
Man who you supposed to be ,
A fighter? ,
A trooper? ,
If you hidin from Kaid ,
I'll send that shot to your recruiter

Uh, yo, I mutate new traits and eschew fate.
That ain’t a “symphony of death”, just a ‘fugue’ state.
A few... wait...

Psst, Soar... that’s not a different style, that’s a different colour.
But it’s “at 100”? wow, for real? that’s the biggest number!
Ahh all along it was just the font which made his lyrics suffer.
Now it’s in green, jeez, that shit is gutter, what an utterly descriptive fucker.
Before... we all saw Soar sore as a kid that stutters.
We’ve seen him grow from writing total shit, to writing total shit in vivid colours.
It’s been an emotional journey.

deleted. read next post. my fault.

Secret Symphony of Death Style at 110...

Your lack of skill is showin ,
I'll give you about a 50 ,
Your raps about my raps is failin to get me ,
You could be president and not give a good speech ,
You'd ruin the world like those rudimentary elites ,
You act like your rhymes are hard enough to make them peak ,
but how you spit on the street ,
aint how you put it on a loose leaf ,
Best believe my spittin instincts is on beast ,
While your writin arm works the least ,
which gets you lost in defeat ,
You better off at 20 ,
I change from chemical missles to atomic scuds ,
when I cross modes ,
It’ll radiate your brains with heat where ever the bomb goes ,
Watch me roll ,
I'll dig your grave outta place ,
cuz ya body parts in each state ,
I'mma ace ,
"Write" with Soar Kaid and get "erased"

You erase what they write? You got it twisted gangsta,
You rub one out with your right, you’re a prolific wanker,
And you just said you’re ace, which I would probably second,
Cards on the table, your mental age is either 1 or 11,
I said, fuck your sandals and your tight look jeans,
Your neighbours post you notes - “keep your blinds shut please”,
Throw rocks at your windows, like love scenes,
They all get shattered over time call it childhood dreams,
The way you write just seems kinda lost n lazy,
What’s next, yellow text? Orange maybe?
Really thinks we’re checkin in like “kaid been on it lately,
I know he didn’t really say much, but that font was crazy!”

At 110

You know I stay givin out L's ,
I’ll have bags eyes widened cuz I'm throwin Kamehameha's in hell ,
I'll syphon the life out of your head ,
and you'll be walkin on the street with the dead ,
I'll take all of your money when I lift up the sides of your bed ,
and run down the alley to get away from the feds ,
I run with knives to cut your throat ,
while your soul floats ,
Ya wife will cry over ya ghost ,
I got skills ,
so bag you can't play around near the throne ,
Call my guards to kill you with my phone when its ohn ,(say ohn for the word "on")
I’ll pop bag in his dread locks with my chrome ,
And watch his body perspirate liquid like the O-Zone ,
I’ll blow Bag away with a bomb that’ll crucially damage the earth ,
I sat with an angel ,
And bargained in order to hand you a curse ,
I use my raps to tally your death in a verse ,
Cuz bag can’t orchestrate a spit ,
in order to come in first ,
I’m like Michael Jackson Billie Jean in 83 ,
throwin my brim ,
and the crowd begins to clap at the end ,
Your in thriller ,
Bags a zombie in the grave tryin to swim ,
I'll pull out the guage then aim the rim at you and ya friends ,
and you won't go to heaven ,
it matters who sits in ,
You can't measure up ,
Cuz I move like bank tellers with the loot I gets , (yes "gets")
I'm Mr. Grim ,
I aint no Mr. E , (mystery)
if you go against me ,
Its suicide ,
You will die in peace ,
for eyes to see ,
Its easy to peep that I’m heaven ,
cuz I shine brighter like a light increase

You bargained to give me a curse - with who? Satan? A demon?
Fam, if you’re givin L’s it’s cuz you’ve run outta places to keep em,
I couldn’t give a fuck it’s the don nonchalant,
This is a font of knowledge vs just knowledge of font,
You think your shit’s Avant Garde? It’s more the comical one,
Get your text bodied in any text body you want,
I’m bout to-home-a missile, fixed-its position I did that,
That shit go aerial, then hit your system with a critical impact,
Probably sat getting a boner over all those typefaces,
Thinkin about using emoji’s so you can literally type faces

Soar... You’ve got no other voice but your colour choice.
On URL, when the rappers’ talents are listed with their battle statistics, your only said strength would be ‘chromatically gifted’.

Soar Kaid... on his more forlorn days he’ll bust out the storm greys or the fawn beige with a taupe fade, and when his text’s in red it’s to let us know it’s all raw rage... could one dude ever throw any more shade?

You You You hurryin in front of my iron to escape ,
After I blaze you ,
I aint concerned with the last breath that you take ,
Your not a fan ,
get out of my face ,
The 9 is shootin like a star ,
in outer space ,
You can't beat the AK shots ,
When you die ,
they'll put yellow tape up to vacate the block ,
You don't want to see me in a black drop ,
In a dead red interior with the black stocks ,
Neck tie flow ,
I'll bring the gauge to ya throat ,
Exercise the trey pound in a crisp tee and the loafs ,
Soar Kaid aint no joke ,
I'll shoot the automatic reckless at you ,
until your smoked

Game...

Bag your a genius ,
who raps about me all the time ,
But beatin me would never cross your mind ,
you are blind with your naked eye ,
Even though your beyond one thirty two ,
Your mentality is never burnin through ,
even with my one hundred or Ex two clues ,
You look for money that you get ,
But I took it yesterday ,
now I'm rich ,
I went to buy a gun with the dough ,
Then imagined the tech shootin you with a glow ,
If I see you walkin down the street ,
its over ,
The power of the bullets will blow out ya shoulders ,
If your that smart with your brain ,
Runnin from my heat might keep your life the same until I find you a-gain ,
Next time ,
The shells will push your chest out of its frame

Soar kaid àgain?, Fuckin lame, I bust for the fame this time
Who I am? This Lion, king of jungles, sing if you want to, I hunt when I come through, buzzards flying over a body in a desert, Now I'm playing popi with your kids watching cartoon network, when they grow up I'll have them selling rocks on the block, show em how the sets work, this could be fiction, but due to their moms addiction she out there, trickin, ain't been home in years and nobody claims she's missing, I always know where she at tho, cuz I'm her pimp man, got a strong pimp hand, whatever you wanna call it, she was all in, sometimes she got whooped for reckless eyeballing, that doesn't happen often, if it did I'd put her and them kids in a coffin ya dig, I'm talking crazy and reckless, check every mark on the checklist, I'm set trippin, I'm the Alpha dog, I don't respect pippen, I neglect the woman in my life which leaves them wet and dripping, go ask my wife, that bitch crazy, Her mom drives a Mercedes and that bitch hates me, is it sick if I wondered if her clits tasty? And this the craziness you facing, kill kill kill ha ha ha like Jason

Your dads facial spasticity gives him an excellent death stare,
Walks around, shirt open, afro pick in his chest hair,
You once tried to take it, he hit you with a deck chair,
And fucked up Ill chin like Chinese health care,
While I'm on that oriental shit I came to flash like Ming do,
You fishin for a meal, good, right now I'm makin Fin soup,
Shits true, your last verse didn't leave a lasting impression,
Fam you couldn't body Soar with astral projection,
Piss poor, gall stones, bladder infection,
It's a long way to the top, so you can get this ladder extension,
Bit of a reach, but at least I'm not a bitch n a leech, called Fin cuz he appear n scare all the chicks off the beach

Eat out with your dough ,
As a matter of fact ,
get on a diet ,
Sit at a restaurant ,
choke on food and never experience the hymlick , (hymlick maneuver)
I'll burn ya body to a fillet'd crisp ,
when you go to hell to fry again ,
You can tell them who Kaid is ,
Nighty night bag ,
Time for a deep sleep ,
Your kind to your demons in your dreams just to keep peace ,
But they often hawk you ,
Ok ok ,
its a nightmare ,
and astral realm authorities grey chalk you ,
When a gang member rocks you ,
You pay a toll for the life that you lead ,
No options for you ,
Cuz you throw out ya fists at an unfortunate speed ,
your out of luck with that ,
Just tell yourself you could have done worse ,
I second it ,
Cuz sendin out better shots would put them in a hurst ,
Bag can't see kills like killers ,
you aint built like that ,
I'm a hitter ,
I go harder on the mat ,
bag your dead weight ,
cuz your hurryin to get out of pocket ,
you need to get your head straight with better offense

Better offense, here's a partition to show the lower class that I'm split from,
Or even better a fence, like the one your sexuality sits on,
You're a kid, and I appreciate you think I do that or do this wrong,
So maybe I'll listen to your life advice once you've actually lived one,
"When a gang member rocks you" you're right I believe,
Human traffickers that decided on silencin me,
Once I rumbled their shit n blew the whistle like referees,
That's not just for a bar fam that's life that I lead,
Combine that with all the bars of yours I decided to read,
And you'll finally see, I'd rather be living a nightmare to be dying the dream,
You show foolishness, mention the devil n think the shits cool,
Who got his red dot on their forehead? Silk da Hinn-do

Secret Sparking Mind Style at 110...

When you throwin hot baseballs to my oven mits ,
will be the time you finally mention my government ,
You couldn't destroy my battle grounds ,
cuz an MC like you aint sellin crack by the pounds ,
If I strangled you ,
Your whole conscious would sink into darkness ,
Cuz your life's ripple effects got me in your water marchin ,
I cause delusions like the lochness ,
and your attempts to hide from them is insignificant ,
When I move in your direction ,
you see my attacks are deliberate ,
Bag you speakin out of character once again ,
and I'll spark how you act when I strike in the wind ,
I'll cause your bowls to erupt ,
and leave your stomach sunk ,
any tries to leave a mark on my world will be met with malice ,
cuz I'm stoppin bag as the champ ,
you aint no challenge ,
then all you hear is silence ,
I'm never over ruled goin over 100 gainin milage ,
So you think I'm childish? ,
I'll take your mentality to a age that you can't begin to behold ,
in your current state bro ,
I'm a computer compared to your wild wild west flows ,

I always consider how I’ll write rhymes best in future.
Soar considers how he’ll write rhymes best in fuchsia.
If Soar battles in deep blue... the expressive mood’s a depressive loser.
If I’m battlin’ Deep Blue... I’m testing moves of a chess computer.

Soar’s energy can ‘super kaleidoscope’.
While my energy’s ‘can supercolliders cope?’

118...

virb your a coward ,
Like you forfeited your car for horse power ,
With your vagina ,
The doctors said suck the semen out with that leech ,
The imagery the only thing you hope frontin in your speech ,
Strawberry bullies in the street punkin the bravery out of your seed ,
I'll smoke your sicamore like roaches crumpled up with autumn leaves ,
Its Secret Tiger Claws Style time comin to pounce your breed ,
Your speakin with your butt despite your mouth to breathe ,
I'm puttin venom in your air pipes ,
I feel like a doctor ,
My gun has a computer processor and a metal hopper ,
The glock gleam is an impression guaranteed to change your posture ,
I'll smoke you like a brick ,
till the chips fall on the cloth of my Roca (roca-wear)

Secret Ultra Instinct Style At 120+...Some of the sentences don't have pauses!

You go against me
and wonder whats the worse that could happen ,
but you don't know about the glock next to ya Fila Jacket ,
You rap like a ameture ,
why was that brought for? ,
Cop porshe
Bought four
I run the manner as the top lord ,
I made enough flow for the guiness book of records
cuz I'm magic rated ,
You'll get your head severed like the canaan ,
Honestly did you think I'm a bad typer? ,
I'm fast and keying past a hundred ,
plus your boy has cyphers ,
Virb you battle wrong
cuz the beat aint ridin with your lyrics ,
For that you range from wack
to drinkin spirits ,
I'll make your rap flow seem suspect ,
Anybody cruisin by me past my speed
I aint had a brush yet ,
speak through a mega phone
but you still aint reachin my astral throne ,
I'm the Edgar Allen Poe of these brutal battle poems

What!

"Some of the sentences don't have pauses" burn n die,
Shame there isn't a fast forward to when you learn to write,
About as revolutionary as ball n a cup, appallin as fuck,
How don't you know how to spell 'amateur', you've been called it enough,
"You don't know about a Glock next to ya fila jacket",
All you know is when you see a cock you want to feel or jack it,
You're in the mirror tryna be the spittin image of a spitters image,
But bad luck, cuz real grit'll put a split up in a mirrored finish,
No one said you're bad at typing you intrinsic weener,
They just said you write like your English teacher was a Hindi geezer

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Bag Mandela

Shame there isn't a fast forward to when you learn to write,

---

nah I'm just changing my style up... Gotta spit something a bit different bag!

Secret Killer Realm Style at X 3 with flow

I'll kill the mainstream of your thoughts ,
Rap with momentum and put your brain in a box ,
I'm all around your mentals with my words ,
The Super Glock will expell your body liquids on the curb ,
My raps gargantuan in size like a fat chap ,
I'll take your G chromosome out of your head so you lack that ,
My flows sicker than aids in the body of a pack rat ,
I'll run over you like football to stack stats ,
You eat over sized turkeys for your thanksgivin? ,
I'll clap you like Brown James and start to grave diggin ,
Its a man thing like sexin a chick that bag aint hittin ,
I'll destroy you in the Y2K and that will only take minutes ,
villians like you get a stab of the golden sword ,
I'm the golden lord ,
Now that I'm flowin ,
Rap Battles is the coldest board ,
Why you mad cuz I keep thick-chicks
and got a bunch of condoms that I stick-with ,
I'll blow you away with a Large Tech like a Big-Crip
Or size you up with a vintage gun that'll push your lid-in

Secret Chill Star Style...

Bag the food on the table is out ,
Pull that thanksgivin turkey off the top of your mouth ,
You eat chitlins and greens mixed wit sour krout ,
That food together is sick ,
you know I won't go that route ,
Bag I caught you out in your ride ,
wit my cuz tez by my right side,
You was using your cross signal turnin ya wheels ,
I wanted to catch you then show you the deal ,
But you was goin too fast for me and my dog ,
We thought about runnin at you
but the distance was long ,
Next time we said we goin jump bag ,
Walk a mile down the street to find him on the ave ,
How you goin enter a ladies salon outta ya whip? ,
You goin look wrong inside cuz that fashion for you aint legit

Your cousin tez fucked your uncle des,
Their hobbies include booking rooms with double beds,
And doing BDSM shit with wooden pegs,
But things haven't been the same since he upped his meds,
Now he's picking you up in his whip, "just for fun" he said,
Made your faggot heart flutter when you brushed his leg,
Had you acting coy, blushing red,
So all that "you were driving too fast" - you twinks wanted to go fuck instead,
I drive a Volvo estate, you know I wasn't reaching jet speeds,
You just went to drain, and wake up in one of, tez tees

Old man Bag's got a fascination,
Calling Kaid a Fag, it's infratuation, I see-
He fucked who? Oh he did too?
Thinly veiled insults mean what? We can see right through..
And wait - ain't nobody said twinks since the 80s,
Chattin' BSDM, ain't fucking seen no ladies.
My Jag trumps your Volvo, your bars are fucking awful,
Deading Man' like dodo, laid to rest in So-Ho.
Heart fluttering, blushed, shit I'm done with this chump fam,
Just sorry that I had to be the one to body-bag man.

"BSDM" "So-Ho" "Infratuation" I won't waste 10 lines spelling it out,
Come on Soar you really need a second account?

BTW bag... I am not sandeep. Nice joke though...

Forget you talkin about tez like your able ,
I'll shoot you with my U.S.A colored socks on my ankles ,
That means I'm ballin like its Streets Volume 3 ,
afterwards you can catch me robbin a Brinks truck in a two piece ,
Hindsight is 20 20 ,
I'm takin bags ends out of the bank to have money ,
So whats about it is ,
afterwards you'll feel like a dummy ,
I'm gunnin at you to blow the shots in your eye ,
You'll need more than glasses to bring your sight back riiiight , (add emphasis on the "I" 's)
You aint ripe like a light green lime ,
I'm studyin guns ,
so I can properly hit you with the fourty five ,
After your done with me ,
I'll have you coated in a straight jacket ,
Jumpin in and out of it like you dancin at a Pagent ,
Yes ,
I'm so calice ,
Ya girl say I got that golden eye in bed ,
like when double-oh-seven sexed Janice ,
Bag you know I got your broad
and she sittin in line for me to feel on her bra ,
I kill brotha's like you to be a criminal lawd ,
You aint gotta rush the game to play your cards
Cuz I already got a Royal Flush ,
Your just waitin for the god to turn you back to dust ,
thats all I trust ,
even though you drink out a can of Pepsi ,
You got the rap instincts of a fish ,
you aint deadly ,
Monkeys like you try to get freebee's outta people at the zoo ,
But I got a banana clip that will peace your attitude ,
I got dough ,
like I'm the only cat gettin pop corn cheese ,
I'll pop your tee and get the cops on murder spree's ,
I push a drop top Buick ,
got my homie tez printin pictures of bag dead pulled off of a Hewitt , (Hewitt Packard computer)
I'm puttin screws to ya ,
This is a chop shop written ,
I'll move your life to the hen house you little chicken ,
You feelin frigid yet? ,
Cuz I study cold death caused by the wess ,
I'll make your dogs well behaved to the point their motionless when I hold the tech's

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Bag Mandela

"BSDM" "So-Ho" "Infratuation" I won't waste 10 lines spelling it out,
Come on Soar you really need a second account?

---

You’re letting him get in your head, why’s that for?
Awake for days afraid of Kaid, just tryna pop to the shops is a mad chore...
Imagine Bag at the damn store: is that Soar? is that Soar? perhaps that man in the hat’s Soar, or maybe that crackwhore?
Maybe that cat’s Soar? damn, in fact perhaps your dad’s Soar? or maybe he’s laying in wait with a bat by the back door?

Virb the weights you liftin aint gonna get you that spot ,
I'll have you took from a shot out of my drop ,
How could you ever see these free's? ,
When you navigatin through your heavy metal on MP3's ,
I see you in that Ryan Seacrest ride ,
I'll blaze you like I do villains on a PS 5 , (Playstation 5)
You know I’m known to give lean L’s ,
The judge cited me for makin you eat green shells ,
I’ll let you drink the milk after your Cocoa puffs ,
Then I’ll put this cat in the dryer to fry him up ,
I’m rappin at you while you sit on the couch ,
then pull the smiffin out about an inch to ya mouth

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Soar Kaid

Virb the weights you liftin aint gonna get you that spot ,
I'll have you took from a shot out of my drop ,
How could you ever see these free's? ,
When you navigatin through your heavy metal on MP3's ,
I see you in that Ryan Seacrest ride ,
I'll blaze you like I do villains on a PS 5 , (Playstation 5)
You know I’m known to give lean L’s ,
The judge cited me for makin you eat green shells ,
I’ll let you drink the milk after your Cocoa puffs ,
Then I’ll put this cat in the dryer to fry him up ,
I’m rappin at you while you sit on the couch ,
then pull the smiffin out about an inch to ya mouth

---

A pathethic comparison, with no reply.
Me and this kid Kaid ain't nuthin' alike.
All this explaining your bars, cos they make no sense,
I got it raining so hard, ya can all get drenched.

You wrote 45 lines, no punches just jokes, damn...
Didn't they say to take it easy when you toke, man?
You must be high, if you think I,
Would ever let these weak ass bars, just float on by,

"Use a dryer to fry him" - yo I ain't lieing,
think this dude needs to Google mo',
the irony of explaining Hewitt - fucking Hewlett bro.

You don't bag shit, we're not the same,
Spitting Mario bars, got no game,
Riding that ball-bag so hard, you on full-flame,
And I ain't even squeeze yet, this just take-aim.

Holy fuck, everybody stand back,
Sandeep bout to blow up like an unattended back pack,
No joke, I didn't know you're writing was that mad,
Really "got it raining so hard" well I better get this Sand bagged,
Virb seemed like he was proper offended, but I, if I'm being honest, respect it,
Cuz that's your second account crew n you've got to protect it,
The mob want me dead, for real, so
no homo n add pause, if someone rolls to my back door, I'd be hopin that that's Soar, n for acting hot headed Sand I'll be exposin ya glass jaw

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Bag Mandela

Holy fuck, everybody stand back,
Sandeep bout to blow up like an unattended back pack,
No joke, I didn't know you're writing was that mad,
Really "got it raining so hard" well I better get this Sand bagged,
Virb seemed like he was proper offended, but I, if I'm being honest, respect it,
Cuz that's your second account crew n you've got to protect it,
The mob want me dead, for real, so
no homo n add pause, if someone rolls to my back door, I'd be hopin that that's Soar, n for acting hot headed Sand I'll be exposin ya glass jaw

---

Yo, the jaw ain't glass but the tongue is silver,
I use it to make your bitch come and quiver.
My money is Arab, I Bust-a load on her back,
Banked more than you'd do in your life, that's a fact.

And this second-account shit... what is this?
The only second account I got is pure business.
So let me go ahead, set it straight for the record, G,
I wouldn't join up with these guys if they begging me.

I wrote this yesterday and dozed off... sorry bag :boxing:

Compare me to uncut, I'm that raw
The matador, in a colliseum like nassau
I know your type, everytime you rhyme I'm like is that all
In one battle logged I outclass your entire catalog
My bands width can make your data pause
I know I got a gift but I wonder if the kids are that evolved
Then I take one look at your sig, my nig, whoever's after Lost
This real rap
Where niggaz get killed by getting their wigs peeled back
You not gonna feel jack, then in the afterlife
You'll see Nelson mandela and his wife
He'll ask why you wasn't acting right
Would alert you that you had to fight, or he'll hurt you
I thought well that's polite, it's virtue, heavens to gertrude
hell for bag in a handbasket that doubles as his damn casket

Sandeep89, next in line, next up in this bitch
Once I get in the weeds you'll proceed to be 86'd
The gist is logistics predict you won't exist
Long kiss, with a dick in your mouth so it must be a hit
I'll tell the pigs I don't know nothing, I plead the 5th
I'll walk if I don't talk cuz they don't know shit
Just another day around the way on the strip
Back in the day to slow the Jay we'd put honey on the tip
Make a play if money was getting gripped
This fine ass shorty shortly will have something running from her lips
Technically those people are your bros and sis
Who is this? I'm your dad, I'm in the next room on the laptop
Can you come over and help me enable the ad block
Thanks son :hugitout:

Your washed up in rap and I can't make you think ,
You can lead a horse to water but can't make him drink ,
I suppose you like sizing up Collosus ,
Thats a dream of yours ,
But you aint riding wit the bosses ,
You just off siding on the offense ,
I'm hittin this baseball way past the diamond ,
Then it soars outta the field where nobody can find it ,
Thats what I do when I'm rhymin ,
And your lost in transition like the climate ,
let me dim the curtains so I can have sex with your wife ,
The next day ,
I get ready to spit what I did on the mic ,
Chump ,
I bury those that pull a scope or a pipe ,
at my fam ,
afterwards you might as well have gambled your life ,
I'll leave you leakin on your back ,
Find a sewer ,
then I toss you in a glad bag ,
after "Iran" through ya chest wit the guns "Iraqed" in "bagdad" ,
then people say its war ,
how the shells dropped you a tad fast ,
You aint no better than nobody else ,
thinkin like that could get you spied on wit the stealth ,
I could take all of your wealth , , (2 pauses)
Even if you livin lavish wit a swiss accounts help ,
You've been advised for your health ,
Don't take it all out of the mix ,
when you enjoyin life and tryin to juice every bit ,
Thats realness ,
and its somethin I ride on with ,
like my Python tips

Soar kaid, I'm always mistakingly calling you sour
Is it accurate? If you factor the chapters
Immaculate afterwards on my path smacking nerds
With spectacular vernacular, my impact is what you lack
My dicks imprint made her change her mind in an instant
Now you know why she's distant, trust me
This about to get super ugly
Except there's no condoms on the babies car seat
When it was time to skeet that's when she started to eat
What a way to start off my week
And now this geek wants to reach, please, give me 6ft
You don't have the permission to speak to elites
If I run into you in these streets I'll leave you deceased
Your body temperature decreases and then your soul releases
Family and friends grieving, they think it was for no reason
Maybe it was my fault and I'm just working out some demons
I once had a girl that was cheating
Now soar kaid's maid is very discreet wherever meeting up
We get a bite to eat, a suite, in the sheets she leaks as I beat it up
Then I send her back to you, and you be like "Damn you deep as fuck"

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Ill Finesse

Soar kaid, I'm always mistakingly calling you sour
Is it accurate? If you factor the chapters
Immaculate afterwards on my path smacking nerds
With spectacular vernacular, my impact is what you lack
My dicks imprint made her change her mind in an instant
Now you know why she's distant, trust me
This about to get super ugly
Except there's no condoms on the babies car seat
When it was time to skeet that's when she started to eat
What a way to start off my week
And now this geek wants to reach, please, give me 6ft
You don't have the permission to speak to elites
If I run into you in these streets I'll leave you deceased
Your body temperature decreases and then your soul releases
Family and friends grieving, they think it was for no reason
Maybe it was my fault and I'm just working out some demons
I once had a girl that was cheating
Now soar kaid's maid is very discreet wherever meeting up
We get a bite to eat, a suite, in the sheets she leaks as I beat it up
Then I send her back to you, and you be like "Damn you deep as fuck"

---

Your immaculate, spectacular vernacular?...

Shit, somebody call a doctor... it's an emergency.
Fin's gonna murder me, burning me til I'm 3rd degree,
I'm gonna need surgery urgently - it's funny.
Ill's reading from a book called Rapping for Dummies.

Let me re-arrange your name, pop the I in the middle
Bars more inline with them rappers called Lil'
All so very high, that their minds have been whittled,
So when you hear their rhymes, it sounds like, non-committal.

See, if I'm sucking your dick, while you're fucking my sis,
While you're both our Dads, then this shit is priceless.
I know you ain't reading, and I ain't Reid-ing,
This ain't pornhub, shit I ain't feeling.

I've got nuthin' to do left, but to lay you to rest.
Murdered by Sandeep with some real fucking ill finesse.

How you gonna talk about names rearranged, when...
Fuck a play pen, Sandeep’s mixed up; I was raised in an ‘apes den’.
You switched up ‘ill’ to ‘lil’, fucking hell, if that was me..
I’d be like... Sandeep’s mixed up, you can check his ‘pad n see’.

I could show you how to rearrange ‘ill finesse’ with the right rhymes...
Nah, fuck that, I ain’t throwing ‘S lifelines’.

You askin for a beatin when you go against Kaid ,
You hittin up an avalanche to fall on your brain ,
I'm shootin at about a 90 percent sharpness ,
My raps never leave you starvin ,
I'm ridin like a space ship ,
I got shields for your rockets ,
I'm doin this proper ,
Games get played in the cypher every so often ,
So I'm bringin the guage to your head to be cautious ,
Your chest gets mended after I blazed it ,
I'd make you die from this sickness without a hospital placement ,
Raps you makin belong in the trash with bad animation ,
Your offense is off ,
Don't trip over your own laces ,
These guys eatin your food virb ,
especially me ,
Enchilada to your throat ,
thats the mexican piece ,
You bringin candy bars to a prison system ,
Now put your ears to the street when you listen ,
I polish these flows ,
and virb is fallin out of rap ,
honestly though ,
I rap with my foes ,
And it aint a friendly pose in my penny lo's , (penny loafers)
this cats knows ,
when I say 4 ,
I pulled an eagle , (in golf)
then its all in ya hole ,
the bullets barge'n in those