Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

I'll beat you at spades, I'll beat you at snap,
I'll beat you acapella, I'll beat you on track,
I'll beat you at using the word beat in a rap,
Said you're gonna bury my family, I already beat you to that,
Your whip - automatic, you'd need a user manual to use the manual that explains how to use a manual,
You don't love your Spanish boyfriend you just use Emanuel,
Things might get serious, not for a while though,
You've got too much regret lockup up inside bro,
Sleepin with the light on, cuz turn it off n your mind goes
Back to when you cheated on your inflatable doll with a lilo,
Bad news - that pain'll stick n last forever,
Ruined your Disney romance with a lilo, now you can't stitch it back together

Yeah, he knows manuals...
De-feet in front of the board... nose-manuals.
He secretly loves Christmas... no one knows man yules.
I’m dumber than you. I play footie with broke ankles rocking brogue sandals in exposed brambles.
Keep repeating that you’d beat him... no samples?
Soar boldly posts in bold... I can’t lie...
The reason I’m using italics... slant rhymes.
Of course I like your style a lot... it’s part mine.
Me and Mandela ain’t equals... a par tied?
Ok, so, you know you’re dope in a rhyme cypher...
But you gotta admit, Soar decorates lines nicer.
My man Soar, he’s like some kind of prime sniper...
Who’s made his gun really pretty with his glitter and highlighters.
But has no clue how to shoot it.
Wait, no... my man Soar, he’s like a lyrical prize fighter.
Because he writes like he’s been punched in the head a lot.

Your a man and I soar for one ,
For the simple fact that angels are impervious to people with guns ,
I'll give it to you virb ,
you are sure persistent ,
but most cats in America got bars that over shadow your existence ,
I got the gold pendant for flow ,
I'm at home ,
watchin you fold and fail to hold down the gravity of what you know ,
Virb this aint just a simple poem ,
I'll make you look bad in hell while your hairs fall out on their own


I’ll put the smarts on in my placement ,
I’m the "savior" ,
and I’m spittin nothin but "knowledge" in ya faces ,
my rhymes make you take time to situate your aces ,
You’ll never penetrate the basics ,
I soar in this game ,
so I KNOW I’m weightless

Me and you make war on the block ,
Now a Cleveland jury drinkin coffee over the talon I shot ,
Speaking of bullets ,
I'm rainin em ,
jets fly over ya house and bomb you with nickle titanium ,
Virb your so out of your league ,
Dolts can't survive without beer ,
you are exactly what I mean ,
Indeed ,
A punk with speed in a Tahoe ,
I'm makin your world a stump to junk up like Super Man Bizarro ,
I expect you to never hit the lotto ,
If you do ,
I'm puttin ink on your mega millions ticket bar code ,
I'd be shocked if you got a gypsy to go half with you on a baby ,
Thats like a sewer being lined with gold ,
or seein you in a Mercedes

Compared to me virb ,
your civilized ,
I'm the man that runs the earth that has a gigantic size ,
I'm growin weed over your entire world ,
feds got suspenseful eyes ,
Renewin the crop till the growth enters under your street signs ,
Who taught the writers how to pen lock? ,
Me ,
The hood Alfred Hitchcock ,
I'll make your car explode on the block that holds rocks ,
and hit your chicks butterfly on a philly alley walk

Mm, uh huh... I epitomise ‘civilised’.
I use posh silverware for my dinnertime psilocybs.
I hold my knife in the right hand, searching bins for pies.
I’m so civilised I refer to skets as ‘women’, and call bitches ‘mine’.
My lyrics got that Dylan vibe...
If Dylan had a different vibe.
If Dylan was a philistine spitting dumb ass shit about fists and knives.
I’m so civilised, I even sympathise like I give a shite.
I’m so civilised, I politely say thanks when I nick a bike.
I’m so civilised, I deck my whole street in Christmas lights...
Those red and blue ones which keep drifting by when I commit a crime.
I’m civilised... I sit in business ties, and say shit like ‘quickly guys, I need the figures Mike’...
When there isn’t even a Mike in the room, it’s just Tim and I.
(Tim’s my porpoise).

Weightless? Yes more facts
Because you are out of this world wack
You rhyme like monkey in zoo, you hurl crap
If hip-hop was your life then you don't deserve your girl back
Give her a twirl, inspire more fire from guys I vandalize
Leads to vigils by candlelight, with hearts heavy
I'm schooling these kids like I'm the professor, handle ready
Aims steady, at any and every, soar kaid doesn't even replay in my memories
Hit refresh, I'm still on the wrong page now what the heck?
https://youtu.be/-YypMj5qziU
Now it's just him and I, Aqumeni, I pull out my pen and begin to write out the visions, your deposition, the depths from within this composition marks the steps which my Fitbit counts as hits when I stomp opposition til their last breaths, no banter, they know what time it is, they could die in an untimely manner,

I'll check the temperature on ya mind ,
you are not hot ,
I'd demolish you like the twin tower demolition on spot ,
You dream of Aqumeni ,
who is that? ,
I'll stab you ,
get the officers on me before I pull back ,
I'm so fly that your ears will pop , (some peoples ears pop when they're in an air plane)
and my crew will drop rhymes for the guap ,
I'm heavy as a refridgerator ,
someone you cant liff up , (lift)
I rock a cross on my chest with stones thats a different cut ,
I sympathize with stupid dudes like you ,
when you aint got the procisional raps to dice a jewel ,
I stay benevolent like Hercule ,
Thats my character in a duel ,
against fools like Ill finesse ,
You can't take the cross off my chest

Secret Super Star Smasher Style... (S 5) This is catchy

I'll drop work on ya block ,
You aint hype enough ,
I'mma killer that shines like the sun ,
You aint bright enough ,
Pop the K till you raise up a white flag ,
You aint mighty enough ,
You starvin for knowledge neglectin ya soul ,
You aint writin enough ,
Look ,
I'm shootin at ya chest ,
When the guage shows up ,
the drama police rolls up ,
I'm puttin hits on your dogs ,
every car blows up ,
I'm one of the best ,
Sho'nuff ,
Do I need to explain? ,
When I rhyme ,
Your mind ooze's outta ya brain

Take the stairs back to where you came from ,
You couldn't pop a shotty let alone aim one ,
like your dangerous ,
You make me look nice ,
Especially when your losing a fair game of dice ,
Your the insect to the hood ,
Tryin to scurry away like a cockroach ,
I see you run ,
I'm puttin my dogs on you like rock smoke ,
you have sex with ugly women ,
You'd lose your virginity to a fat chick ,
those aint on my list ,
or on my last picks ,
You might as well serve like maids ,
Your unattractable to women even with a good ice game ,
I’ll give you some advice ,
Don’t go for the dimes ,
Cuz you’d lose your girl to a player all the time

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I'll steal you with a open palm ,
Send you to god with raps in your stash wrong ,
Its a time of the most spectacular ,
Smash your head in and grapple with your vernacular ,
I shoot missles at your army fatigues in the earth saga ,
Your moms a dumb chick ,
I smell the cologne on ya momma ,
Perfume on ya father ,
He's gay ,
Place my silencer on his face and let way with the guage ,
It was less of a problem when I was in your wake ,
Watchin you get walked down the lane in your casket ,
I saw this and thought what would it earn me to blast it ,
Cock back and cause casualties ,
Not only your team but your close family ,
I wrote this drastically ,
With a intention to cause maximum damage to your anatomy

What you talk-ien about, ork-ward as ever,
I know what Soar-on, getting his ring destroyed by 2 dwarves n a leper,
You spent Christmas day sniffin yay and doing your little sisters braids,
Your dad got you a kit for making dicks with clay, weird, cuz you got him the same,
You talk fightin like you've never been punched before,
Have an aura that says you've never fucked before,
Get offended like no ones called you a cunt before,
If you were a Pokémon, you would be Bumbasoar,

Personified poontang, rep that 'just you' gang,
Spend your life fantasizing about Wu tang,
Wakes up chooses a style from his dead collection,
"Secret tiger style is immune to nearly every weapon",
"It's, Soar I'mma give it to ya,
With no trivia, Sore cuz I got both AIDS n Chlamydia,
My hip hop is dross my fonts amazing,
So my grammatic failings are not as blatant"
Peace is a concept war happened to make,
Even the smell of fresh cut grass comes from the clash of 2 blades

No style this time...

You couldn't beat me in a millisecond ,
Why we beefin and why am I hittin you with a million decka's ,
Ceilings might fall so behold ,
I'm on the mark where you wish to be own , (own/on)
your a felon in the midst of my throne ,
Settle down with the stupid stuff ,
If you messed around in the bed with huuh , (huh/her)
Diamond Lux would have ya penis beheaded bruh , (some rap chick)
Street seditives would be included in your district like a medic huff's ,
If you seen all the people I've killed like you ,
pranked competita's

If you're gonna make references like the sedative thing,
Take a second to think, "I know little of this subject, so rather than guess on a whim and give the impression I'm dim, should I remember the name 'Celph Taut' and start getting the hint?"
Cuz I don't mean to be pedantic Soar,
But street sedatives aren't 'huffed' they come in tablet form,
Because it's easy to sell diazepam galore,
Unless you mean that super gangsta nitrous that's not banned by law,
You think this is beef but I'm just tryna season ya,
Teach you to use Google or an encyclopedia,
So your minds interior isn't styled in sepia,
I'm feedin ya, try eat more rice, noodles, even pie,
Because your BMI isn't even pi

See this guy is on to something, but his effort's all for nothing
he's clearly fronting, talking big game hitter but all bunting
swinging at every pitch, every target, instead of calm hunting
leaving the readers all wanting somebody better to step to the task
it's the new year and you don't even have to ask
your man is on the scene ready to set an example
i don't need google or a dictionary, my database is ample
enough to squash any silly little bag full
of shit so corny you really should be bashful
log out for a while and hope you don't get cancelled
son my rhymes are a stampede, don't get trampled!

No style

I'm like sasquatch ,
I'll run over you with my 2 shoes ,
While your body gets trampled under my view ,
I don't have to call cops ,
I'll get the tech at last ,
Put you in a hefty ,
and have my team cover the bag ,
You messin with a G ,
Picture this melancholy dream of the piece ,
Gample you inside of the east ,
Your girls wild as a giraffe ,
cuz her neck game slobs me up clean ,
I'm beatin this dude SinSeer till his head bursts ,
Poppin craniums is my best move ,
so its first

No Style

I aim to dissect you into a stream of blood ,
What you seen was whats up ,
I'm into team beatings that turn to a double piece of the guns ,
I'm sure enough to delete your small standing ,
I'm all ample ,
I stride like a my tiger style and I'm liver when I'm random ,
I set aside all the institutions pressin ,
Rip a hole in your body with a couple smith N wessons ,
I turn dudes like you into cinderella's ,
I'm just practice'n so ,
if you think about dawnin a rap slaughter ,
go ahead and quote or don't bother ,
I'd cause your back to blow out like iraqi war sargents ,
I'll take your pulse farther than that ,
Hold you to a lighter cuz your less to me than a dollar back ,
I survived stone wrecks harder than you ,
Rope tie your neck to a cell door ,
And choke out on the floor ,
You can't expect to beat me ,
I see this going my way easily ,
My truck ridin on the road can't season you riders freely ,
I never stop ,
and I'm causin heads to pop like Adolf Hitler beatings

This is the season to dwell with a K ,
I'm sorting this herb out ,
even his face with the shell case ,
You can tell I'm a ace ,
Puttin SinSeer in my vision is my best bet to survive ,
Veer on the road in a V to run over ya hide ,
Butcherin this fiend for a little payment or debt ,
is scandelous at best ,
Give me a bit more to put a cross hair on his chest ,
I cared less over your first rapper ,
See'n that pass had me wishin I never seen that wackness ,
See'n all the dimes that I hit up made me think of that chick I was tackle'n ,
Cold world ,
I think it was your chick I was mackin ,
Call me a savage ,
Being on the streets has me nerve wrecked ,
Small samples that I payed for to give back just to earn less ,
I gave it my all and dudes like you even it up for a fallin ,
Diminish you like a bowl of stew eatin up by a tyrant starvin ,
When the AR is armin ,
whats is spittin out of the volcano is only lava

Think you're rapping lava, writing the magma carta,
Bro you're fuckin with the GOAT like a randy farmer,
I'll be at your door with a bat n balaclava,
N get to swingin somethin stupid like Frank Sinatra,
Pack a Llama, meet me in the park n keep ya pistol tucked,
You can grab the ladder, shoot or slide back the spring n duck,
Just know a round-a-bout to hit you, magnum barrell spinning n it's big as fuck,
My shits heavy, so soon as it see-soar it's gonna lift him up,
That's literally child's play, I wrote n you read,
I monkey round n the bars still go over your head

Rolo's is my chocolates but I starve to eat more ,
You joshin if you think you takin that from me in war ,
Whats in the bag is delicious ,
Eatin the inside of this bag till I'm not malnutrishent , (malnutritient)
You solved it ,
but I'm much righter ,
Piece together the puzzle in a brighter way and it'll light ya ,
Siamese like a gym architect with a twin swingin from the top ,
I adore the mission whenever I size up a man with the rock ,
Rewards for a war torn addict gone to heaven ,
You seek a charm ,
you get dealt with if you try to steal my arms ,
I'm cannon ready ,
Blowin chunks out of your bag to your lower compartment ,
Ridin down the sides of your paper intestines like a downy towel ,
To each his own when I rip the bag holes in your bowels ,
I'mma style lord ,
Hordin all types of skills in my rim deck of premise ,
Guiness shots in my finger tips at the dinner entrance ,
You can't expect to see a win this year ,
in 2021 against me ,
Your dialect has holes in your bag and its droppin treats like halloween ,
I'll stab your lungs ,
Drippin with spinal fluid while your hung ,
Decrepified lunatic specifically strung by his head ,
You lookin to die? ,
I'll posture that want if you recognize my interests is to ride ,
I'll have your insides torn apart ,
Put the mack on the mark and blow out your back to your heart ,
I'mma spark ,
I'm losin focus on this rap so now I have to depart

One half of me wants to help you make the climb,
The other – knock ya lights out for wearing shades inside,
2,000 words right there, work it out, we’ll wait for 5,
I’m helping you picture how I’m in 2 frames of mind...

You know climbin frames, glasses frames, I don’t like to rewind,
But you said you’re struggling to focus on writing ya rhymes,
Can’t see where you’re going, I’m not surprised as to why,
You lost your 20:20 vision, it’s just a sign of the times,
x
Soar tryin so hard to be on a gangsta tip,
Heard his boys all bragging bout mackin chicks,
Went on a date with an average 6,
Classy shit - liquor store with a bag of chips,
Both got drunk, went back to his,
Candles lit, romantic-ish,
Soar thinkin “I’m bout to be the man, legit”
She closed her eyes, Soar took his chance n acted quick,
Pulled out his mac 10 n fuckin clapped the bitch,
Dude was crip walkin everywhere for weeks after it

Your life is a study that aims to learn, the effects of being punched in the face at birth,
This years report stated “Duhhh, it makes it worse”,
Therefore, parents are now informed by the neonatal nurse,
“If you wish to have a child with a brain that works, we recommend not punching the baby first”

My skills are like a sergeant ,
They drill a hole in your dome ,
Bag you can't deal with me ,
I'll get you bodied by a stone ,
You see Kaid and recognize the killer instinct ,
You broke down from all my walkin over peoples bodies ,
I live it up at your down fall ,
Makin money off of blastin you with a shotty ,
How could you circumvent my wrecklessness? ,
I'm distributing a grip to my boy ,
Make that dude a barrel holder ,
I'll blame the first thing that he hits which is you ,
Start a kill ,
Your the first body to drop ,
Fillaments of the gun powder in back of my house stocked ,
I starve for a minion to do my deeds ,
Move with speed of a motorcycle or steed ,
runnin over bag with a beat and a rap with some heat ,
I been with a grimey crew that'll spend time as a team ,
Broke your jaw ,
You fall off and can't seem to enter the drawls ,
I'm potential driven to the point that I'll off you ,
Drop you in the sewer pits then remember the place that you fell ,
Ringin bells at your funeral as a time piece of the hell ,
I let go a long time ago ,
Rottin flesh on your head ,
heed the religious texts ,
Mannerable respect reflects the times of the slow repenters ,
Slick entrance to your presence ,
Deliverin shots to you ,
whats left is nothin but malfeasance ,
Your dyin from my wrath took outta heaven

'Mission fixed up with the bricks plush' sounded gangsta btw

You believe in media brainwashing, probably true,
You write about corruption in politics too,
"Malfeasance" - hot topic - that makes it obvious you
are unaware of how much you're controlled by watching the news,
You really think they couldn't just get rid of Trump if they try?
We both know these mother fuckers are cunning n sly,
But you let your guard down and let it puncture ya mind,
When you see that tale on fox n don't brush it aside,
Mannerable respect reflects the times of the slow repenters, sounds good but,
You're saying you politely acknowledge those who take a while to see they've fucked up,
And means next to nothing when the next line you say you'll let ya gun bust,
Meaningless shit that seems clever, is that what Biden or Trump does?
But fuck all that shit fam I'm travelling deeper,
Back with the ether, if you wanna act like a diva, play games we can kick it I'll batter n beat ya cuz I don't really fuck with madden n FIFA, but you can bring your tech n I'll fracture ya femur like heihachi mishima

I aint talkin about the news biden or trump ,
I feel like if I can live without that on the Television ,
I'm good ,
I don't trust nobody since the times we're in are full of spies ,
You speak about my rhymes being good but close to a lie ,
It don't matter what I say my skills burn you alive ,
How could you go deeper than me? ,
Excuse me? ,
I'm a giant lord exploring heights that only lay men imagine ,
I've got the golden touch coming from my finger tips like John Madden ,
Football ,
Either one ,
soccer I don't play ,
See I never regret the styles that I flowed with ,
Cuttin your top off by a razor blade grip ,
You just a little man that I happen to be rappin with ,
I see your style is gettin better though ,
I must be making an impression on you or who ever your muse is ,
aint no goin deeper than that ,
I cause havoc and you cause nada jack ,
Bag bring it back ,
Uh , Uh , Uh , Uh ,
Experimental juices bein spit out like mucus ,
No hocus pocus in my brawn be the last time I do it ,
I'm one of the last rhymers to make music ,
Negotiating the dollars that I spend on the rap movement ,
You are blind ,
So confession is out of the question ,
You couldn't see the sun in the sky if it gave message ,
Your presence in this place is out of meager impression ,
Say your deeper than me B? ,
I realize that your doing this to tease me ,
I'll burn matches in hell so I can start the flames easy ,
Put you up in the attic till you've lost the time of the eve'ning

I'm smooth like CL ,
and your rude in the mix like D-12 ,
I'll make the mic do a mic check ,
phone'nin over the cell ,
I'm pullin on somethin that'll do you in with a shell ,
Stop playin wit me ,
I jock patrons and sip metal patrone all day like a freighter ,
So you can pop meat out ya anus and lose cool points as a heavy weighter ,
I'm already famous ,
Cuz I rid of cats like you on the canvas by gettin ya top flamin ,
I don't rap often ,
I rap a lot ,
Sir strap a lot ,
and I drip shots outta this glock like a pistol wop ,
I'm into those plots that'll make your head get got ,
So you get shot up enough wit stems to supply a hoodlum block ,
You should know this ,
The hocus pocus is in motion ,
and I'm focused with lotion on your sissy's behind while I'm strokin , (sissy as in sister)
I'm pole shiftin ,
Pole position ,
Celebrity jokes can't faze me ,
It'll steal your hopes to amaze me ,
You must be patrick swayze crazy if you think you can fillay me ,
The games in front of the dash in my car like portbury baby ,
I'm James Bond with the techs ,
and mean on the deck ,
You as tight as a beginner tryin to flex ,
You need to become a heavy sinner instead ,
and you need to get droves of increase from meds like the IQ in ya head ,
So pop a pill chump ,
Pop a pill spud ,
Pop a pill punk ,
Pop a pill up!!!

I’m feeling sorry for soar kaid. he needs support, for his core pain
to breathe at all is a jaw ache, he’ll leave a corpse that’s in poor shape
suffocate on smoke fumes then shut your face and don’t move
fuck you kaid for producing such a waste in your own booth
being beaten by teens you wish they’d squash the beef
on the street your description’s delinquent wannabe

You were gonna write a book called 'Writing books for dummies', but had to first read 'Writing books for dummies for dummies',
You don't have cash for weed so you sponge the shit ya blazin,
You stay tapping trees like rubber cultivation,
The anti-christ, yeah I heard of that before,
But OhOhOh, the fuck are you the anti-santa claus?
You've contracted every disease known to man, and more,
Whoever fuckin with you - guaranteed to catch em all like a master ball,
I know a guy who knows a guy who'll have you murked with a shank,
Price dependant upon how high the target person is ranked,
I got a steady stream of income but to be perfectly frank,
It's Dam, so you know it won't be burstin the bank

You can't rap right ,
I'll make you jump the track like a train ,
Your sick ,
Puttin your genitalia on the wall of a frame ,
I got game ,
Rappin wit me is like tryin to fold a shoe in half ,
Or tryin to shoot a slug through gods staff ,
I'm quick with the math ,
Writin numbers down on the board of the hell path ,
Long foot scope on top of the sniper ,
and the bullets is vast ,
You could leap beyond a 100 yard canyon like the matrix ,
But if you try beatin my flows ,
I guarantee you won't make it

Holy shit that's a lot of porn,
it's one thing if you've got the horn, but whatever the fuck that is it's not the norm,
It's the Norman, Bates, don't get me wrong porn is great,
but I'd consider calling a shrink for a date
to discuss things like childhood trauma, rape,
and your pansexuality, how you faun-icate,
I hope next time you're at your men friend club,
Taking chem sex drugs,
you blow some Semtex up,
you tried ballet but did an awkward twist then broke,
the little inbred bones of ya six webbed toes,
incest jokes,
Your husband, mother, sister, brother - don't make me list them both,
Creative verse though, good shit by exy,
Calling Soar a jerk off, if a touch indirectly

Your life is limited by only your own doings ,
Suicide is prudent ,
Bag ,
Death can't define or reprogram your brain if your stupid ,
You must be clueless ,
Thinking that the world is going to bend over for you ,
Or make amends that it ruined your goals for the porn tube ,
People love the times only because its the end of the earthliness ,
You see the world as a place you can end your life on purpose ,
You are worthless ,
From your brain to the bottom of your loafers ,
You’ll make me not choose the high road and shoot a toaster ,
Being in the hood has my mind open to many negatives in the city ,
I'm sure you know the deal like I do with that I.Q of one fifty ,
But I sense your not ready ,
Your future is immersed in shade ,
So I suggest you take advice from Soar Kaid ,
Take your rap style and prepare to die with it ,
Cuz I'll send you to death ,
you've got one second to spare livin

I got the chopper to your flesh ,
I'll give you a few bleedin nerves ,
The bullets blend in ya skin wit ya chest on the curb ,
Don't extend another word ,
But I speak about that bubblin juice in my steez that I serve ,
I'll throw a mop at the janitor ,
I'll Have ya body leakin blood ,
thats the trouble of a rambler ,
Red dot from the smith N wesson scannin ya ,
Blow your brains out ,
makin your mind literally cover the whole area ,
I messed up in my last rap ,
I'mma get it back ,
I cast out a rumblin tech to give you a spinal tap ,
Boy give me that ,
I'll sell you candy like a hustlin kid and your a hood rat

flow

I'm the man that'll pierce your throat with the toast ,
I demand a long list of your past thoughts ,
I'll keep em close ,
Then I'll push that code out my brain that you had inside your boast ,
People say you can hack ,
I say you aint got a strap ,
Its possible that I'll enter beast mode and eat your raps ,
I pose a threat to a little guy like you ,
Your flows confused ,
My rhymes like crest they stay minty cool ,
I'll pull the ruge at your chest ,
You'll lose the ability to move ,
Make you a wreck ,
like a car crash with a loss of screws

Soar the type to travel on his bike, ridin along at night, run into some pedestrian crossing lights, get shushed by kids n apologise,
Type to go on YouTube watchin crazy fights,
Couple of interviews of Dana Whites,
Buy everything you need for MMA for life,
Then go training twice,
When do you stop being Soar da Newbie,
You blush when your aunty calls ya 'cutie',
Back the army killing innocents like some sort of groupie,
Cuz you play call of duty n once saw a movie,
Despite the fact it's apparent to me you're only stand out skill is using italics in frees - something you're milking til it turns into a packet of cheese - I still want to hear you rap on a beat, fuck it, I'll battle you, n if your talent exceeds a rating standard of 3, I'll cashapp a fee so you can buy your first baggy of weed

If I stunted on you I won't apologize ,
I'm comin harder than you flyin though enemy skies ,
You need to devise a plan better ,
cuz I enter your matrix comin through the Nebucannezzar ,
Fightin you like I'm Neo ,
Swingin on you at top speed ,
Sendin energy outta my soul with heat ,
I control all the beef ,
Rip your tounge out so you can't rap or speak ,
You could pause on the beat ,
sit on a couple of snares ,
You causin flames is like seein a parapelegic leap in the air ,
I'm famous here ,
your the focal point of the site like an anus hair ,
Dreamy flow ,
Cap my skills at the top of the mountain like a shaman's lair

Hoped different but I thought as much,
Fight style; way of the awkward duck,
Plain to see that your whole looks in turbulent times with Soar so shook,
But it'll be k have it your way that's cool,
I'm sure your busy thinkin how you should've stayed in school,
Or using your mind for erasing spoons,
But you're less matrix, more April fools,
Although you're right, I do need to devise a plan,
Safe for the reminder fam,
Instead of fuckin about making instruments up, reed in the bugle like spider man
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When it gets dark ,
I spend a time longing to kill you off ,
Dump and pop ,
You steadily feeling my flows literary back drop ,
My dreams enter your head at first chance ,
Comin from a tech out of my hands ,
I see your intentions as irrelevant ,
Holdin a mix of talons and shells like pills of medicine ,
I shoot em at your body ,
Gun Powder going full speed from the 12 guage shotty ,
Stand still and get lit up from these discharges ,
Never again tell me that your better with your raps off target ,
You seek to destroy me like a harlot ,
Your guns blast back but guess what ,
my chest is guarded ,
Stone cold like a meteor starlett ,
I keep cat's like you droppin out of the atmosphere like martians ,
I Predict hail fallin on your head out the sky never stoppin

Amazing, witty, Taylor Swifty,
Make ya writing goa-way like translating Hindi,
The only reason you're not signed is cuz you'll make it indie,
Big in the bar biz you don't be rating Sindy,
I'll catch soar in the park like playing frisby,
Put a hole in ya roof, you want the smoke, take a chimney,
I'm big down under like Adelaide n Sydney,
Harder than tryna find a replacement kidney,
If you're sick of your hood n wanna escape the city,
Just wear a baggy coat on a day that's windy,
Gunz v gunz, don't matter if he hold sticks you'll see this mark boxed,
Yano cuz a marked box holds a tick, I knew you'd skim that part, lost,
I'm only holding 2 sticks cuz Asian bitches are hot,
Or if I gave you a high 10 but ripped your twiggy arms off,
insha'Allah boss, you'll get christened hard crossed, cuttin curves you'll pay the price like what a scimitar costs

Your more of a man from those genius tapes ,
Sendin a heap of "shots" to my head ,
but I dodge the "meds" ,
Seein your more of a man that can hold the pen ,
Expose the K ,
light you up like a christmas wraith , (wreath/wraith)
Put your lips up ,
Duke it out with a dude that raps cool ,
I'll diminish the rules and cheat you so smooth ,
I'll pull the precipital ruuge ,
Slip out the back door and aim at ya roof

Slip out my back door and aim at my roof? Pause... Play,
Soar Kaid, taking into account what this message of yours states,
The judge, jury and all other members of the court say,
the evidence is overwhelming; you were born gay,
You go to lord of the rings cosplay nights & put the soar kaid in "Who gave this orc AIDS?",
Not my kind of thing but it's your life, whatever,
But Gunz v Gunz? Be real, you're more a sword v sword kinda bredda,
In 2012, while the hip hop world was mourning, asking "Why MCA?",
You were 12, watching gay porn, dancing to YMCA

I'm movin iron swiftly on the go ,
Knock your head off with the shotty ,
If its 500 million on ya head then I hit the lottery ,
Those missles make you back flip ,
Dialin the scope on the rifle for tactics ,
I'm way farther than you could ever imagine ,
I’m usin David Blaine to kill off competition with magic ,
Its nothin but Havoc ,
Hit you with a glock ,
As the seconds hand turns on my one to one watch ,
I aint bragging bout your hits that I’ve stopped ,
Heavy lyrics get writ even if they don’t get copped ,
You know the plot

Your creativity is equal to the pick up line:
'You have a vagina, can I put my dick inside?'
A girl once told you she was wetter than a slip n slide,
So you gave her a tissue n blew a kiss goodbye,
Changing fonts is in your skill set, hitting puberty isn't,
You think onlyfans just sell cooling equipment,
You think David Blaine is really magic, I'm just recallin your quote,
Cuz it coincides with the fact that Soar's are a joke,
If you didn't already know, that's a sorcerer joke,
You must-admit your style's mayonnaise, maybe that's why you're the source of a joke