Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

When you battlin me ,
I swear that I'm not your typical dueler ,
I'll slay you in the jungle with a individual ruger ,
I cause big rappers in the mix to get dense ,
your brains get cold and mind gets stole ,
In the winter with a scent of vanilla on the roll ,
I rap with mended criminal ties in the city ,
You'll get it like a murder scene rendition ,
such a pitty ,
Its hog wash when your raps are in the little league ,
Mentals rippin through to your block with energy ,
I'll mop you up ,
Put you side ways with the clip in my sig ,
Sugar Ray punches to your grill pushin back your lid ,
I'm honest ,
I'll slay you with a tech or a shotty ,
I fingered plenty triggers that dropped plenty bodies ,
Gas shorted from your grips ,
You can't smoke cuz of it ,
Run you over with the polished wi-fi whip ,
People will believe you when mount sinai flips ,
Desert eagle suspended in the air with the talons ,
Watch your chick put make up on with a face of malice ,
CMP's air you out like a military weapon cache Dragon ,
It aint your easy day out like a field day in the hamptons

When I'm through with you ,
Screws gonna hold up your bones ,
When the hammer hit you ,
You gonna think that Thor came off his throne ,
You blast at me ,
then it’s the end of the ropes ,
You go to jail ,
Just don’t bend for the soap ,
We both grown men in for a shave ,
Soar Kaid ,
I get darker than caves ,
Or ,
hotter than hell ,
Body bag you ,
and I still won’t be judged by twelve ,
Have you stuck with shells ,
Melt your body down with Lye ,
So theres no discovery of how you died ,
Homicide from inside of your ride ,
Knife stab wounds in your throat to the side ,
You could be a military cat with the wrestler boots ,
Wear a vest for protection ,
I’ll get at ya group ,
It aint magic when the shotty goes poof ,
And you’ll catch a jaw breaker ,
dentists put a strap on your tooth ,
I’m backwards ,
Throw rice at your wake and grave yard lair ,
Barber shop gunner ,
I’m steady cuttin hairs ,
Dump em where? ,
Over the bridge to the river below ,
Oklahoma Wind Turbine ,
I deliver the blows ,
I’ll hit you fo’ sho’ ,
Cat’s like you always on that turkey meat , (…its beef…)
For that I always have to lurk wit heat

Secret Dimension Slasher Style at X 5

Its like I'm holdin lava in my palms ,
I'm David ,
and your witnessing a god writing a psalm ,
You'll die from the jointed atoms in my bombs ,
I know how you feel ,
its like losin your life to an intergalactic con ,
Your moans are guarded by your pride ,
When I'm hittin your lungs until your chest divides ,
I'm not into your lies ,
I'mma menace ,
hoardin planets in a bag with a gargantuan tie ,
You will die by my throne ,
get killed by my shadow clones ,
I'm frontin laser scopes like the predator ,
enough to rattle bones ,
Its like lightnin blazed into your brains to scatter the zone ,
Kill you ,
And negate the Pi in the zone after the poem (Pi as in 3.14)

If you rumble with me ,
You better have The Hulk on your team ,
I’m takin your head in a clamp ,
Twistin your jaw with the beams ,
I’m throwin hands at your crew ,
Do I think I’m amusin in the least with you ,
No ,
You’re the last I’m worried about little duke ,
Cuz the fights not new makin this a little fued ,
The poetry in this rap is off of this planet ,
This flow is reckless ,
But it aint my best kid ,
Insane speed ,
You ridin against a specialist ,
I’m movin in and out of the scenes ,
With a green tech ,
Green money and green cess ,
Slime fluidity ,
Down your mouth ,
Go and take a throat test ,
I’m just guessin ,
Dude be writin his flows in the mirror ,
See’n if he can be iller than him ,
Get you boxed up tryin get big in the gym ,
you muscle heads get too hype under the rim ,
I have the markings of a killer ,
Rap clans mention that you are like Ben Stiller ,
I been iller ,
Coded with royalty on my back like Sigmond Freud ,
You blew in rap backwards ,
Sittin up here tryin to bake me up afterwards ,
But I see your ploy ,
I up the flow rate now boy ,
I’m a militant ,
Recognize the realness or get killed virb ,
High off weed and in a fiat to drive over curbs ,
Now its you just in it to be G ,
I’m free ,
In it to kill a man and can’t be weak ,
Its proper in the streets ,
Drain your body fluids in a Styrofoam cup ,
Let it over flow uh! ,
Cats are fluent in this district talk ,
Fold you up for your mocasins ,
where ever you walk

I don't know when I'll start givin a fuck, maybe later,
You said it's like you're holding lava in your palms, let go of the radiator,
The only thing your negating is what your ancestors went through,
All for you to exist now, write wack bars n eat pet food,
You know David was a dick, right? So fits you perfect you could say,
Cuz shit got real, he didn't turn the other cheek, just turned and ran away,
So fast he was nearly flyin, scared in case the rebels had caught him,
That's why it suits you, cuz after you take off you're generally Soarin,
Your mum's got a wooden leg, struggles a hell of a lot,
You haven't known hardship til you seen her play fetch with the dog

You think your energized until I pull your plug like a bad fridge ,
I'll eat you alive like a impossible hamburger from the last dibs ,
Go shave your dog hairs off of your back bag ,
You aint no beast ,
I'll scratch you off of the animal list like you lacked tags ,
You playin wit a action figure more heroic than Buzz L Year ,
I’m talkin trash to you about ya looks like hob goblins mirror ,
I’ll choke you out with the key chain around your neck ,
Showin up behind your chair on the porch of your deck ,
I’ll rip you apart like a picture of Taylor Swift ,
And wear clothes from a thread smith that taylor swift

You'll rip me up like a picture of Taylor Swift, I wonder why,
Is that after you found out she was with another guy & had to wave your only chance of love goodbye screaming "I sent you like 50 tweets bitch why won't you just reply?!",
You'll get a body bag that's tailor made,
Like your love letters addressed to 'Taylor Kaid',
It's beautiful how time can interlace this shit,
We were just talkin bout how you being David fits,
Cuz he ran away fast like a fraidy bitch,
And when it's brought to you, you turn Taylor Swift,
Yano cuz he ran away fast n you'd turn tail as swift,
I hate that I have to be explaining this, takes the piss, like the star of a fetish for urination flick,
But I need to cuz I understand your pain's legit,
And you're preoccupied with a celeb mag where the pages stick,
Pillow on your lap, tryna find a new face that fits to tape to it for you to practise procreation with

Haha, good one. “Taylor Kaid”.
Damn Bag, you’re like a cross between Wordsworth and Flava Flav.
Hey, but, wait... she wouldn’t even be Taylor Kaid, he’d be Soar Swift.
You got your facts wrong in this instance, your source whiffed.
Please, I mean, Soar’s more bitch, so it’s all switched.
Shit.
You’re battling Soar, of course it’s going well.
Hey Bag, give the kid a break, he’s only twelve.
Soar, you call your style “tiger claws”...
....................
....................
...... I call that style ‘giant paws’.
You should try that shit when considering reciting yours.

When I'm tailor made is the time that I enter beast ,
and virb your never astoundin when it comes to bein at least ,
I'll break you down to the meat
and sign your body parts up for a feast ,
I'm air borne yes ,
To the point that I make a Los Vegas retreat ,
You can't see me ,
but I'm on your lawn in camouflage ,
Blendin in with your grass ,
this is the message that I have to pass ,
I'll come out of the shade and give you an early shave ,
with the K put into the mix like Pineapples with O.J ,
OK? ,
I don't even need to address that ,
Find your body pressed up against a trash barrel on the map ,
Get too close to me and get clapped in a second flat ,
Choose wisely ,
Or you'll die after I blast you with the mack ,
You exhaustin all of your raps will also be the death of you ,
I'll never run out cuz I carry magazines of flow like a strap ,
Get it? ,
You know I run these writtens ,
You get your turn taken by me ,
A rap patient more sickened ,
You are more oblivious than a guy with a fidget spinner ,
My rhymes styles confess more than yours like church sinners

You said you're airborne, cool bar, preach,
You're Soarin, flying, there's not a star in heaven you can't reach,
You love high school the musical, you think Zac's the answer,
And virbs right, maybe I shouldn't be such a massive wanker,
So I won't criticize your thirst for passion, laughter,
Or when you say you're not gay, but he is a handsome actor,
You've got a voice, let it sing, I'm sure they'll stand n clap ya,
Plus you're a crackin dancer like Adam Lanza,
You're wasting your talent being an angry rapper,
I bet in glee club you could be a high ranking master,
And you could fuck the other faggots after

Hey, seriously, stop. it’s not Soar’s fault he’s shit at picking hobbies.
Imagine how hard all this must be if your wits are sloppy.
I mean, no, Soar’s not stupid, he’s just different, sorry.
Please, would you expect a dude in a coma to be sick at hockey?
Would you expect a goddamn horse to be a gifted jockey?
Would you expect much from a porn star whose dick was floppy?
For fuck’s sake Bag.

You ought to stop giving him compliments that are sarcastic.
Seriously, Bag, you know that he can’t stand it.
Actually, no, he can’t understand it.
Brother, can it, stop being underhanded.
I reckon just another practise...
He’ll have fucking cracked it.
For real.

Virb your character is missing in action ,
You should spit more like a heretic ,
Just save yourself the embarrassment ,
You enter the ranks and pray for my down fall? ,
When you came into the game I was workin on my first brawl ,
When celph was spittin his glorious flows you was hatin ,
I grabbed that situation up for what it was and started debatin ,
Does virb have his wits on straight? ,
To go against a man like celph for an early grave? ,
I thought to myself ,
Nah this dude aint messin with celph the prince ,
Tropical flower against a political assassin condensed ,
Other than that ,
virb you need to get in the gym ,
I'll work you in seven ways other than what you do to them ,
The proof is in ,
Just because you drop with excessive words ,
Don't mean that I won't beat you in rap with an impressive serve ,
You couldn't impress a herb ,
Seeing your form is messed up ,
Take a lesson from an adept son ,
Your an ameture and you don't write ,
you lease lyrically stressed puns ,
nah I'm guessin ,
Thats just my questionative personality comin out ,
Cuz when you write those rhymes ,
You think you givin me the run around ,
You might think like Michael ,
I ,
weigh a hundred pounds ,
But I spit enough flames in these raps to turn the sun around

Soar's body type like Ethiopian Jesus,
You weighing in at 100lbs, so is my penis,
It's kind of a surprise cuz you stay talkin like you're hench Soar,
Do you even lift? Do you even bench Soar?
Now I'd feel stupid sayin something like I'd put you through a bench saw,
Cuz the wood works all been done you're already built like a bench Soar,
Gets in arguments and has to walk away, because he's not the bigger man,
Goes home, makes a change, and writes a lifting plan, in milligrams,
You know it's all jokes bro, I'd give you a fist bump,
But it'd only make the bones in your already limp wrist crunch,
No matter how balls deep you are in gay chem sex, don't skip lunch,
Or risk the perils of when an easterly wind comes

What the fuck, I was tryna defend you Soar.
No it’s fine, I understand, you’ve never had a friend before.
I was telling Bag not to be so underhanded, and to let you have another practise,
Coz I was beyond shocked that he could ever be so mean to such an utter spastic,
Who always comes with the dumbest tactics...
Like, seems he’s proud of his Celph but not his self and that’s fucking tragic,
And who considers basic rap flow as a special secret style, like it’s something drastic.
Yeah... I was getting mad at Bag for being horrible to Soar.
I think your attempts at conscious lines are pretty comical for sure;
Ah the darned government and their “abominable laws”!
Wait... ain’t words like that impossible for Soar?
Ain’t he claim long words are all tropical before?
I aint seen apostrophe use as anomalous as your’s.
And the writing’s “Tiger style”, and you’ve got problems with the ‘clause’?
Your personality isn’t “questionative”, that’s not a word.
In this context, ‘questionable personality’ is what’s preferred.
I “couldn’t impress a herb”...? hey, see...
I’ll check if you still think that shit when your bae leaves (bay leafs).

Its cool that you were tryin to help me out virb ,
I applaud your highness ,
including the "bags" sherm , (I'm only exploring my flow bag...)
I don't focus on using bad words on people like yall ,
Or even bring myself lower to the point that I fall ,
It doesn't matter what type of raps I use ,
I can flow with any style I choose ,
Conscious ,
basic ,
it doesn't really matter when I rhyme ,
It really gets good when I amp it up to X five ,
and you aint even above 100 sometimes ,
I can't tell you how to do it ,
you have to figure it out on your own baby ,
why would you say basic flow over the internet ,
are you crazy?! ,
Lol they goin get you real soon if you keep talkin like that ,
They'll be bringin the cops to ya house like you sold crack ,
Its a delicate process on how you go on to expose wack ,
Take a hint on all that I wrote and see I never hold back

I aint being conscious over the internet for too long dog... I'm not falling for that one...

You should know that there are worse things than the cops they can do to you for being conscious over the internet. You DON'T want to know. And you won't hear it from me.

Take it as a warning.

and the stuff I write isn't that conscious. Its something different. Conscious is what a lot of people will never get. <-----I'm going to leave that in the form of an opinion cuz I aint takin no chances. Thats just to give you an idea if you get me. I can do it but not over the internet though.

another style just for you Virbius

Secret Unknown Style with X 3 flow

You were born a nude
and back to sex you conclude ,
You think you know me but you will be awoken so rude ,
I'm workin hard enough "in the pocket" to take on scrooge ,
This is conscious you were talking about ,
But you wouldn't suppose that ,
Cuz its such a large world for you to know that ,
you got a hard head ,
Your an underling that'll get killed for a small debt ,
But I might do it myself ,
just give me a large check ,
You should consider yourself a fortunate soul ,
That I don’t use the flyin matter over my throne ,
And show you how to subdue a wretch ,
Without alarming his kid on an etch-a-sketch ,
With you I’m just doin reps ,
I’m the one with the throne mentally ,
I’ll get rid of your abode mentally ,
Get in your chicks zone mentally ,
And get real on her dentistry ,
You can’t feel it like the Jackson 5 ,
Am I real or not? ,
Maybe this aint conscious? ,
Or maybe the feel is live ,
Could there be something else stressed ,
Check back with me when your life is concluded ,
Then give me your guess

Secret Unknown Style, now I know the dress & the purse fit,
Cuz I always thought you were a bit sus, n well, yep you confirmed it,
The streets are lined with gold but who pave for it?
I said I'd help you improve your act before the stage is lit,
But Private Soar thinks I'm a Major Dick,
That makes you small pussy cuz you couldn't take the tip,
You said "I don't hold back", LOL when proceeding to read,
"You don't want to know" "you won't hear it from me",
Holding back's exactly how that's appearing to be,
You wrote that outside of the bars so where's the freedom of speech?

Secret Unknown Style with X 3 flow

I meant that I don't hold back when I'm talking about rap... didn't you read everything I said word for word? don't get it screwed up bag... goodness...

lol...

nah I don't need any help bag. I got it all down. If I missed something. I'll figure it out.

You think your abusive ,
But this child isn't in his early days of illusion ,
You could belong to a gang and still get banged ,
Cuz like dudes that live life froze on E ,
no change ,
I supply you with the raps ,
I apply them to your back like a battery ,
You ascend to reality ,
mentality ,
burnin off calories ,
Brotha you can't battle me ,
you's a regula ,
Eatin away your hormones with a slug like you was bi-sexual ,
I flow with ease ,
I’ll put your DNA on deceive ,
Which will make your kids progressives ,
Apt to disease ,
When the grain is went against ,
you bleed ,
Cuz you spent time in the blinds of your mind in need ,
Is this conscious enough for you? ,
Or do I have to blow torch your abs for your cavs to boil? ,
You would probably sue me If I went any harder on you ,
If I was evil ,
I’d put a rose thorn garden on you

Secret Unknown Style

I mean I'm a black soul ,
While you live with the burner or toast ,
I'll slide through your body to take your ghost ,
The highest analogy of my flows ,
Is sprawled out with your existence ,
You'll get mutilated so I'm financially fitted ,
I stay persistent ,
Your not loose enough to extend into your own ,
Your havin a hard time tryin to be the best with your poems ,
I send you these texts ,
you ask why should you heed a chin check ,
Maybe cuz of the pain and the reflex ,
All over your penetrable defects

I expect you to lose to me ,
Especially when your lost in the depths of the mind ,
If you only open your eyes ,
You would see that your world is far from completion from mine ,
I'm this conscious when I'm on the beat ,
Your mesmerized by my influence to think ,
If I lived wrong ,
it was only to beef ,
I thought if I was shootin with heat ,
I could be more street ,
It seems that against me ,
You have lived more than you can take ,
If you starve your brain from love you might break ,
I'm less than love to the point that I only hate ,
Point blank ,
You should seek a dude better than me for you to face ,
uh ,
I'll kill you and do a life time on the row ,
Tell the men on horse back to give me my money flow ,
I'm your ruler and only your highness would know ,
I took the past king ,
my chess moves on his rook was ice cold ,
You'll face the same fate ,
But you aint a leader ,
Put you so low that your guaranteed to be a six feeter

you had a street battle and decided to take ya mates,
Who hyped you up saying "engage this man in conversation Kaid",
It's an honour to behold you performing your craft soar,
In the same way as I enjoy watching people walk into glass doors,
You're a genius who bodies shit,
A space-preceding-comma-ist,
Intriguing to psychologists,
Why I believe a God exists,
Say you're some evil black soul & you stay persistent,
Sounds like the first steps towards a rape conviction,
Fortunately you're 100lbs, so great at chasing women,
But would be significantly overpowered without a male assistant

Secret Super Ghetto Style

You could get you and your writtens ,
I'm still locked ,
diction ready like a focused religion ,
I'll make short work of this flow’er ,
You already know this ,
The hits I make is unsuspected like angry trump vota’s ,
You try to roll with me ,
Look at my energy ,
The strength of Samson can't distract the crowds
From literature and how I'm doin it now ,
Spit your blood out then throw in your towel ,
Or tie the cloth around your waist and be a geisha ,
I serve pan cakes like Dave Chapelle to you haters ,
Make you watch my rims spin out like sonic on Sega ,
and cause an incident on your block ,
they can’t identify your body ,
The First thing they use out the bag is the chalk ,
You lose like a villain ,
Take a hint from a man that riddler couldn’t get with ,
The cat with rhymes written on the walls of his buildin

Secret Super Ghetto Style

You could get you and your writtens ,
I'm still locked ,
diction ready like a focused religion ,
If you notice ,
I'll make short work of this flow’er ,
The hits I make is unsuspected like an angry trump voter ,
You try to roll with me ,
Look at my energy ,
The strength of Samson can't distract the crowds
From literature and how I'm doin it now ,
Spit your blood out then throw in your towel ,
Or tie the cloth around your waist and be a geisha ,
I serve pan cakes like Dave Chapelle to you haters ,
Make you watch my rims spin out like sonic on Sega ,
and cause an incident on your block ,
they can’t identify your body ,
The First thing they use out the bag is the chalk ,
You lose like a villain ,
Take a hint from a man that riddler couldn’t get with ,
The cat with rhymes written on the walls of his buildin

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Bag Mandela

It's an honour to behold you performing your craft soar,
In the same way as I enjoy watching people walk into glass doors,

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LOL ����

I'm glad you enjoyed it Sandeep

Kaid you dont just cuss, you cuss cuss, Flows so nice you post em twice,
How you got no upper teeth and an overbite?
You can't come with that ex-military persona type,
When your 100lbs body's melanoma light,
Check the lexical cohesion, it's incredible bro,
Should've known playin soldier boy you'd end up gettin exposed,
Can't deny your similarities with veterans though,
You've both rented out your bodies to pay rent for your home,
Know how I know Kaid's character comes from Rainbow 6?
Maybe cuz Kaid's really a character on Rainbow 6

Secret Super Ghetto Style with flow

You messin with a man the size of godzilla ,
I got a job on monster dot com and became a drug dealer ,
You make little effect like a pinky inside of a vagina ,
So your chick whores herself out on the street ,
for the grinda's , (grinders)
I drink my christile ,
I use you as a barf "bag" ,
I play this ghetto symphony for an audience ,
and use you as my harp stand ,
Like you said they all clap for me ,
And also do surgery on your throat with a knife,
thats a casualty ,
The master still awaits for a formidable opponent ,
I never bow to my challengers ,
Yall just some spades to this joka , (ha...)
The bullets dipped in acid rain when they reign on ya rover ,
Race Daytona five hundred in an Honda wit Kaid and its over ,
If I counted the haters in the air I could bathe in the aroma ,
Its like I’m a “G.I Joe” ,
The only “Duke” on stage with a cobra ,
I’m zonin ten moves ahead of you ,
Measured on a rocket science ruler ,
I’m tricky ,
So don’t let the smoke screen fool ya ,
You need to get some lessons as a suckafied fighter ,
I’ll be your idol like the group poison on a vinyl ,
I’m the only cat that can reach ultra instinct ,
And past that ,
I’ll give this brotha a bad rap ,
Its time to go hard , (listen up...)
I’m like a beast on its mark ,
I’mma animal ,
and I show it when I beat on my heart ,
My gun so big that you can’t see when it spark ,
I’ll take over your whole world with a cash investment ,
And beat you senseless ,
with my whole hood squad ,
It aint criminal ,
Cuz its just a ferocious demon ,
up against a good god , (jesus...)
I’m a miracle period ,
You’ll Get put inside a box for eternity ,
Clean out your ears before you need surgery

a man the size of Godzilla, that's your brain setting a reminder for
the fact you weigh 100lbs, go to the diner Soar,
Said you got a job on monster.com, explanation;
They hired you to stop you fuckin up their reputation,
Sat in interviews hearing "Nice italics on your resume, the reds amazing,
But what's secret ninja style, and where's your education?"
Said he was ex military, used to protect the nation,
Managed to get himself a placement in a pharmacy writing orders for medication,
But misspelled them all and killed every patient,
You drink 'christile' and use a barf bag, I kind of agree don, cuz if you're bottle says 'christile' on it you're likely to need one

How you goin beat Kaid when your the stool on the toilet paper ,
There's a bunch of "can'ts" in your arguments as a toilin hater ,
Like you "can't" beat a master ,
All you doin is obscurin my path stickin your behind on my flashers ,
Flyin in the air with metal kicks on my feet like I’m Dasher

How many times I write "can't" in my last bars? Can't be many,
1...2... Nope, I can't see any,
I'm not being cantankerous, that's facts you can't fuck with,
I'll pull a hammer if you think Bag is pants, you can't touch this,
You know cos MC hammer wore baggy pants when he was bussin the dance,
I'm a positive guy, fuck can't, I'd rather give you a couple of cans,
You probably thought that was negative too, I don't mean a gun in my hand,
I'm talking canned food, stop you looking like the world's hungriest man,
I'm underwhelmed if I'm over prepared,
I'll just say this so I know you're aware,
You'll think you're heir to the throne til ya thrown in the air,
Til you get knocked so far back you'll be gettin turned down by cave bitches with bones in their hair

oh ok! That was nice bag. I'm returning the shots.

I'm like an asteriod enterin your atmosphere wit burnin fire on the star ,
If you want to survive a meteor it depends on how you play your cards ,
Witness these bullets dashin through the pipe ,
somethin like men runnin like demons in Baltimore at night ,
I'd take full advantage of you if Satan had God ,
It aint no stoppin my powers from that angelic hard ,
You think you goin make it though hell ,
But the strays change the scope ,
I'll manipulate your DNA ,
so I can play with your hope

Secret Thorough Winds Style with flow

Brotha's like you begin to witness and I’ll make it my business ,
the strangle hold I got you with for you to observe yourself in it ,
I brought you pain when you were in the lane ,
I gave you too many aches ,
You switched over to my side only hopin to gain ,
and you put on your breaks ,
Shot back like a hell hound out for revenge ,
Your doin your work in rap ,
But then again ,
You are only pretendin ,
you come after my cash ,
even when I bought you flows that only masters be spittin ,
Bag you owe me a clash ,
I'll fight you till you forget the fact that I'm winnin ,
Observe death again ,
My lethal axis is spinnin ,
Get impaled purely because your tactics pretentious

I owe you a clash? The problem is, Soar,
You think we're 'Bros' but 'I owe you nothing at all',
80s synthpop reference, back when being gimpy was sick,
I only mentioned it cuz it's really that kinda shit that you'd dig,
Based on that 'Relax' shirt you wear when on a mission for dick,
Its a soft sell cuz it's something you're familiar with,
Soar rolls in a big gang though, Bally's on,
Gay chem sex group, with spandeau ballet on,
Cash for a bash, that's you and your bent friends,
Wanna clash? Find a beat n grab your best pen,
I'll write my bars first then make a track suit, abnormal fashion but that's how ya set trends

your gettin better bag! Or are you showing your face?

I always thought you would blend your talent with your I.Q ,
I was wondering when that would happen ,
I'm proud of you ,
You speak like your about to do me in ,
get louder dude ,
So I can step my game up too ,
You brought your gems to the stage this time ,
I see them glimmering in your past two posts of rhymes ,
I'm gettin that your higher when you “ride” with a conscious ,
But I doubt that you'd be a recipient of that fame like “dupont” is ,
I don’t free all my flows ,
I write significant styles on my foes ,
Your takin it to the head like a cut to ya fro ,
I’ll lead you out of your eye’s vision ,
Have you watchin the times when your raps wasn't hittin ,
Have me wonderin if your good enough to see what is missin ,
All of the people who wouldn't listen ,
You rhymed for the hacks ,
Vietnamese and the Japs ,
You learned that it was all for nothing like bad sex in the sack ,
Until you started gettin clues from me ,
Or whoever showed you how to flow ,
but it still aint nothin you can do to me ,
I talk beautiflly , (beautifully)
Its like I'm a man and your a rat ,
like your who to me

Secret Super UN-naturraal Style with flow

I could be on my guns and I tell you to come over ,
When you arrive I'll be shootin one twenty or some closer number ,
You'll be like "why did you do that?" ,
But walk back over to where you was at first ,
and I start shootin my guns again feeling better or worse ,
When the shells dispurse ,
Bag goin walk out to the streets wit his hand on his purse ,
Get into a fight with Bag and break his skate board ,
Choke him out and get caught by the police ,
bonds man ,
what they take my cake for? ,
Run to get "locked up" like I'm "Akon" , (Akon - I'm locked up... I think thats the song name...lol)
Re-enter the streets and ride up on bag ,
put my breaks on ,
Then I leave the hood without a scratch on me ,
You need to go to the "junk yard" and learn how to "scrap" homie

https://youtu.be/MJztBI3jaz4

Yo,

I'm straight, and you're gay
Still this is rape but I relate it to foreplay
Figuring out more ways to the souffle this goofy
Sorry soar, he ask for what? Then I smack off his kufi
Then a two piece, people wondering if you can breathe
Like I'm NYPD and you was selling loosies
I don't like battling kaid, there's nothing you can do for me
All your rhymes are boring, when I read em in like poor thing
Taking pics looking discrete, mask covering teeth shaped kinda like Shaq's feet
I'm a rap athlete, verbal gymnastics, anything I gurgles fantastic
Did I do that? I just quoted Urkel you fuckin bastard
I grew up a fuckin screw up, to your health I can be fuckin hazardous
I checked in on your mom and dad but by his name i had to put an asterisk
Cuz I hit that shortly after he did
Then after doing a bid I get out and she has a kid
You didn't know but on the low she would tell me what it is
Is it mines or his?
I told her "bitch, I ain't giving you shit" and then I split
I know that sounds fucked up but it is what it is
I'll tell you the same, I ain't giving you shit
Not even my name, only one thing, aim and empty a clip

Dilla's sick, but Ill droppin shitty lyrics with his name,
I hope he's kickin beats in heaven, I know he's spinning in his grave,
Mr "rap athlete", the equivalent of a bobsled without skill,
Your whole career your trajectory's been heading down Ill,
You give me the same inspiration to give it my all,
As being too injured to walk by a kick to the balls,
Being forced to clean a bathroom by kissing the walls and licking the floor of the disability stalls,
The story of your life ends with a significant pause,
Plus your choice of font - noticeably less gripping than Soar's

I’ll stab you in the chest ,
You yell out in distress ,
then I'll take my knife ,
and wipe it across my legs ,
Q the cars that I ride and the choppers that I hold ,
I'm runnin through the streets wit ya lady and her soul ,
I’ll be maybe on my phone ,
After I hang your body from the ceiling of a beauty salon ,
Then steal all your clothes and your Louie Vitton ,
You can't see me in the Gucci I stole from you ,
Dice game ,
Jump you for your money if you some how roll doubles ,
I get dirty in the hood and you watch outta grief ,
But you can't copy like the predator's senses to heat ,
I get from the chop shop like I already been with the beef ,
Take your girl to the Carribean after she put her lips on my briefs ,
Its just an extension to me ,
Cuz I’m puttin metal clips on ya whip ,
tellin me your location while my sub masks are a lift ,
You look like food ,
I might make a pass at ya skin ,
I’m a pretty boy ,
Hate and it could amass in ya sins

Secret Super Hot Style

I'm from a place where the desert rules ,
Get flamed when the sun steams down on you with fumes ,
Your (w)rappin those weights in your brain without muscle ,
you losin a fight to a one hundred and fourty pound dude on his hustle ,
You wanna be a drag? ,
Well I saw a homosexual buyin "merchandise" ,
you can be his "bag" , (nah nah nah I'm just playin...lol)
I'm winnin medals for this ,
with the gold swingin over my chimney ,
shining and lit ,
I'll be destroyin ya larynx with a shoe lace ,
I'm at your ability to rap until you lose faith

You think you'll get a medal for this, sounds very legit,
Why wouldn't a modern icon end up presenting you with
an award for the the relentless effort you give
towards altering fonts and having spelling that's shit?

"Please welcome world famous philanthropist,
Hansjoerg Wyss, who is so fond of Soar Kaid's battle scripts,
he has travelled across the planet with an honorary badge to gift"
(Crowd erupts in a delirious clapping fit)
"Soar Kaid, what can I say, I'm so glad this man exists.
I'll forever be a fan of his.
It has been a pleasure to read your passages about using laces to attack larynxes."
You pathological fantasist

I'm launching a cleaning job on your raps ,
They need disinfected like a soldiers arms in Iraq ,
You look like you need a pain pill perhaps ,
That medicine will get you high to the max ,
You sound like you wanna take me to my death ,
But the only thing you undertaking is a hit of the bless ,
I'll give you a modest price for the chain on your chest ,
Resist telling me no it might lead to my arrest ,
I wanna see what type of "grubs" at the "party's" election ,
You aint eatin even if you swung your weapon at me detested ,
I work the grave yard shift with a light night selection ,
I'll bury your family with you and I won't regret it