Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

I don't support criminals but I don't support cops,
The truth of it is I think they're all lost,
You'll think it's cool to call yourself Don til you walk into a Cicero basement n the door locks,
All that 'made man' shit just made you a victim,
Got your head in a vice like a raging addiction,
You'll get told you're going some place on a mission,
And read their lies backwards like Arabian fiction,
At least Soar Kaid sounded original, now it's nothing profound,
You went from exploring the world having a wander around to giving up n switching names just to follow the crowd, if you don't think outside the box then what's it about?

You and me are almost the same ,
an I.Q of one oh seven above an I.Q of one fifty in the grave ,
Take my raps and I'm tame ,
If not ,
so swiftly put the lyrical rock to your brain ,
you don’t like my new alias? ,
Don Flows ,
the rap name is sound ,
Soar Kaid aint a predicate , (make alias some how rhyme with predicate, you'll figure it out)
I get in touch with the streets ,
Get ate alive when you touch the beast ,
Reach for your rhyme book ,
You should’ve listened to soar kaid ,
when he said listen up and look ,
Now your back to your bag craze ,
I aint on that ,
I got the gat ,
Watch out for a mad blaze ,
I aint like the others ,
Rappers sexin rappers like jay-z had dame ,
I don’t expect you to do the same ,
If you do ,
X-Ray bullets look through ya brains

I ride with the crimes ,
beat you senseless ,
If you don't like my porshes ,
then see all my benzes ,
I’ll give you a seizure ,
Pull the trigger back ,
Brrrrrat! ,
Show your mental ooze from a clap ,
I stay with a wesson ,
Put your dome on the land scape ,
Run from the scene ,
What you thought that I can't aim? ,
Bring it ,
I'll give you pac pains , (2pac)
Shoot ,
Windy breeze , ,
watch me make the rock rain ,
I came strapped ,
Nelson Mandela can’t rap ,
But you’re a bag ,
So what is the exception? ,
Lol ,
Left ya ,
Pack your bags ,
I don’t enjoy your messes ,
Get the message?

https://youtu.be/CnpgtenxVds

Message received from another worldly MC like Oscar Worthy, you best believe, you best retreat, or no rest when you sleep, the way I rep means you'll be dead in a week, quiet as kept, I acquired a tech-9 to protect mine and keep niggaz in check, Like Don flows who deserves disrespect and neglect, lower than a dog, unworthy as a pet, an insect, Vermin, welcome to your sermon, BURN HIM! That's what the lord's say right? Just me and you sucka I'll put my trademarks around your fuckin eyes, it's justified because you a suckafied buster type trick muthafucka, extra clip, bucka-bucka, here's another, word to mutha, I'm jamming on the one, Rapper vs actors, they don't factor I can make a-head "nod" backwards

You keep on going in ,
But I’m ready for you and ya raps from nineteen ten ,
You speak out of line ,
Next thing you say will get a bullet in your spine ,
I didn’t buy the gun for show ,
Go to where you use the bathroom ,
and let it blow ,
Let..me..test..your..rhymes ,
Mines glow like they came from Bruce Leeroys mind ,
You aint shootin no one ,
You might go to the bank let alone blow one ,
Catch you outside of your car ,
With a sawed off shot gun and a mask ,
lookin bizarre ,
You lose too much ,
Cut your behind open like a brown gut dutch ,
You always runnin your tounge ,
Off of your streets ,
You’re a bum ,
Ill finesse aint ill enough ,
You speak like an MC that was born a chump ,
Trust me guys ,
He’s a poser ,
He probably burns broccoli and has odors ,
I’ll get at you ,
And spit something that cat’s thought wasn’t rappable ,
Movin in a car doesn’t count ,
You gotta have a cash account with a large amount ,
You called me a sucka? ,
Forget that ,
Pay attention to what I just did ,
I killed you slow ,
Joke after I shoot my gun at your convertibo

Shouts to Don for showin love when the rhymes are potent,
If ill think he's a dog he must be some kinda rodent,
I'll kick your door in, you & your friends see the rifle poke in, 50:50 on whether I decide to smoke em,
Then with one click, lit up the room, I had a lightbulb moment,
I know some-are frontin like they can't fall back,
You drop beats with your verses cuz your bars all wack,
But when you're so out of touch with the arts format,
we shouldn't expect you to see where the art forms at,
Looking up free beats on YouTube, that's how I know you don't really stack it,
[¢] You still keep your money in a box
{£} My money's in a different bracket

My flows meridans aint off balance ,
But it seems yours havin more of a challenge ,
Not that I don't know how to guage your raps ,
I'd rather lie and say you aint got the knack ,
The gun splashes ,
Transfer slugs to your head ,
It’ll feel like castlevania ,
how you sleepin a hundred feet deep with the dead ,
The ring of life revolves around both of us ,
Smother your dome with the ring and the burner duct ,
Blow your soul to the next era ,
Livin with my rhymes will only make you better ,
Bag don’t you know that you suffered death? ,
so ,
call the press ,
I’m the magician cuttin bodies in half ,
You shallower than a well ,
I guess thats what you call a bag

https://youtu.be/KcqnsYmD3rk

This nigga bag, known fag, that's old hat, iLLwill take your life and leave your soul clapped, my jock strap you couldn't carry mines, my rhymes transport you to Terry time, and as I understand it, these lines gave 22 it's spark to come to this planet, granted he was Don flows, shit, Don was the pussy, came back as a whole bitch, bag is broke as fuck but who didn't know this? He acts like we bumping shoulders when he can't get over my hip, how many boulders you flip? On Tuesdays and Thursdays we'd hide inside as the rollers patrolled the strip, deep as fuck when we'd go on trips, when I see you talking shit I'm like that's not it, that's not legit, we the opposite, you should stop and quit, I'm like PAC and Big mixed with Nas and Talib, in a spa getting a massage from the mother of your kids, I don't love her so after I fuck her she should split, they say love hurts, I say it is what it is...

Throughout life I’ve heard enough girls tell me love hurts to know you got issues with your ass and need to lube it up first,
I kept it movin, never settled like a rolling stone,
So my money’s legal, but I was still flippin boulders though,
I don’t think we’ve bumped shoulders no, why? Simple answer,
Maybe you forgot to think to factor in the fact your shit would fracture,
Brittle matter, splintered, shattered, meaning your arm would be injured after,
Thus rendering the occurrence illogical because you’re still a wanker,
It’s fair to hypothesise you are a shitty rapper,
Cuz most people who write bars to beats spit them after,
You’re the type to go on trial as a kiddy snatcher and be cool with it cos you think going to prisons gangsta

Hold on bag ,
You aint smart enough to man the death star ,
Your mind is chemical filth like Brett Farve ,
Don’t even get me on that outer space walk,
I put the energy core in my gun and let it talk ,
Yo ,
I’ll rip your chest open like a spinnin tornado ,
Too nice with the knives out of NATO ,
The electricity in my hands unstable like I’m cable ,
To the point that the light splits you like an eggo ,
I control aliens ,
Get a UFO to bump into you and your crew ,
blasts and makes your T-Cells hit the air and turn to a different hue

- - - Updated - - -

lol im just now seeing what erika badu is carrying in ill's post. you got him back though bag...

Dawn drew ever closer, the veil of darkness being torn from the the Earth akin to fuck you talking about UFO? you'd have to pick one of them to fly,
which would technically make it identified,
so it'd just be an FO, and I could tell you F O any time,
and I can talk about aliens too, cuz I've seen Alien 1 & Alien 2, I'll tell you how I jerked off to Ellen & the alien too, but first you need to understand my name isn't Hue,
Your life is one long streak of straight bad luck,
Dick so small you got to scissor bitches, you make that cut,
If you swung at me, I'd easily evade and duck,
But the punch so slow it'd hit me on my way back up

https://youtu.be/ghyAkykIpSk

I laugh at these cheerleaders trying to assassinate my character, I stare at ya, mind conflicted on how to take care of ya, neither of you register, I'm just trying to raise awareness to this area, your representations inferior, so my mentality the more the merrier, I look in the mirror, I like what appears, my name alone is chrome which leaves you riffled in fear, we not peers, for takeoff you're not cleared, not here, you don't have a spot amongst the top tiers, I'll pull both of your cards like Topps/Fleer, your life I'm the auctioneer, that's life, it's not often fair, my thoughts are revered and compared to Plato, Galileo, I'm blowing up like Waco, gang signs thrown up, the Draco was tucked in the cut waiting for the ok to roll and run amuck, my ace in the hole shines and blinds like when the sun is up, the gun is up, just in case you wondered what was taking place, indirect, a change of pace, iLL take your bag, invade your space, your dad cried and realized I'm the son he never had

-iLL Finesse

You get compared to Plato? I was gonna ask why but,
It became obvious when you said you're throwing gang signs up,
And love posing in the mirror, rest assured,
You sound stoned & moist, which is fine cuz you're self absorbed,
Beauty's only skin deep,
It's building DIY workshops - that shit sheds in weeks,
Some say we're born to die, but they're dick heads that think bleak,
I only say you're a dead man walking cuz you're inbred and have six feet,
I think anybody who still wants to talk forever like they live their life to the soundtrack of stormy weather is probably making up for the fact they're a boring bredda,
You live in a trailer park, real name Cory Trevor,
You are a poor finesser, you pretend you've been spotted by fans and you're sick of all the pressure when you and your friends go to the mall together,
Used to hang around some bad dudes down for whatever,
Clean record, but got the other kids booked cuz Ill-a-straight story teller

When the world spins ,
I think about all of your down falls ,
Brolic ,
We all brawl ,
Studied the outer space regions of saturns stars ,
The road for you is to the phoenix ,
Fight it and don’t believe it ,
I’m the same representation of a genius ,
and you? ,
Get close to the camera shot’s and become scenic ,
Put your spiritual side higher amongst the clouds ,
With a holy light coming down on your dead smile ,
You aint god ,
I could put you inside of a trillion giga hertz ,
Hear the treble crack the structure of your rib cage ,
Curtains , ,
You’ll enter the after life for certain ,
Going against my sonic weapons and their deterrents

Hi, my name is Cory let me tell you a little story, straight out the box, from the gangsta category, surely, I'm hip-hop purity which gives me the authority to collect royalties cordially, from the majority, you couldn't score on me, assuredly, Don and Bag should form a supergroup called The Sorority, I have to admit you two little shits are boring me, you wanna war with me? I'll rip you to bits accordingly, it's magic, I'm the leader of the team like Fitzpatrick, which actress wants to co-star in this murder mystery, initially I thought Don but bag really wants the part in my art, I paint Mona Lisa's in the dark, then they get featured in a park, you in the bleachers on a field trip with teachers to see me as a motivational speaker, I try to inspire and reach you, I'll retire when I need to, right now I'm admired and lethal, a star like Ezekiel, I don't give a fuck who you are I'm beating you, tbc

It's iLL Finesse, the gangstas back,
I'm all for good health I got a jab for that,
You can't convince me you spend your days at the trap,
When your name means flamboyant handicap,
Dudes a psycho and he lies,
easy to psychoanalyse,
From all this pent up aggression that you have in life I can surmise you're hot under the collar about some of your family ties,
Could be a parent or an older sibling
Fucked up either on dope, in prison, or in some other hole thats given you the feeling you're playing the role of victim,
2 words to describe that -
Oprah, women,
Failure to make controlled decisions will mean you keep slowly drifting into your own religion of soulless living,
Understand every stroke on the canvas stems from a moment of madness,
but you paint the picture of your soul with your actions when you call for help and nobody answers

You stranded on death row ,
Stuck gettin hit with a penis that grows ,
Me? ,
I’m ridin from the start as a G ,
With minions achin for drama ,
shootin a piece ,
You want to bring hate to my face? ,
Don rocks fourty fives for the coup de grace ,
Think of licks from five days prior ,
The things I did have cat’s pray like Drakes mixtape Choir ,
I’ll stomp ya chest in ,
Time was invested with the triange ,
That’s in my HUD that I guess with , (get the message)
I rock up faster than crack on the stove ,
Then I rag on you wit Hov ,
You see me enter beast mode locked into the codes ,
Strap-a-long chrome leave you senseless (Demon voice: ) "whenever its blown"

https://youtu.be/jnv8OuKLJag
Nobody answers? Ha, pathetic, the speech is telekinesis, it's telekinetic and is used as a preventative incentive, you just wanna be argumentative but lack the heart of an arch nemesis, you should embark on a journey off these premises or get your gender switched, you not a boss you just a representative on an internship, you'll learn quick, it's the principalities and I be on my big worm shit, I will not get knocked the fuck out, I pull out the Glock then bluckoawwww, LOOK OUT!!, PEOPLE SHOUTING, bag had a little tag in his mouth and it was acid, everything he seen he just imagined, it was a bad trip, because I'm ill which means I'm hazardous, I'm not a poser, I'm an imposer of thy will, if this was ancient times you'd hear about my skills in the bible, it'll talk about how I killed all my rivals, I am the Mastodon, the holder of the title after all the riffraff is gone...

Oh yeah, that well known method of dosing acid in labs, "shall we use blotters again, or have you got a packet of tags?",
"What a relief, I'm so thankful you have, let's put them over by the coat hangers of crack",
Tab, with a B, see being a fake G doesn't work,
So sensitive to just a couple words,
But it's hard realising your ego is undeserved,
That wasn't even cut throat but I guess it must have touched a nerve,
Your dad's a testicle lover who regrets having sex with your mother,
but nonetheless she serves as an acceptable cover,
He could come out now, but couldn't do that shit back then,
Your favourite movie - men in black,
His is men in black in black men,
He's an underarm ball-thrower - that's how you get down if you're gay,
You'd throw it back, he'd fall over jumping out of the way,
Wack at baseball but always thought rounders was great,
He bangs your mum to a "something in common" record & spends the whole time looking Bobby Brown in the face,
You've probably got a notebook with hundreds of rhymes,
He's probably watched the notebook hundreds of times

Yo guys... Sorry but I can't rap on here anymore. I keep getting better and I don't want the feds at my door for rapping past professional over the net when I surpass my current condition. My mind is different. I told you guys that in the past and when I go too high it might be too high for the feds interest. I'm not tooting my own horn I'm just trying to protect myself. I just wanted to have alittle bit of fun. I'm done now.

In the future they'll look back like "Damn, Soar, where you thinkin he went?",
How you gonna get feds at your door when you live in a tent?
Mr gunz v gunz, shot none, it's so feeble, Tried to run but he's sweeter than cold treacle, grown weasel, got it backwards thinkin he can hold eagles,
Struggles with tech-knowledge-he's like old people,
You know how many times he's seen a man's penis? Millions,
Don't think your past pro on the net for looking like Venus Williams,
Think you were gonna get a pound, we both know the truth,
Four pointin up top, on a real bro, salute

https://youtu.be/TL1ScKCndnI

Above is exactly what pollutes this place, the proof is your unproof written scribbles, you tryna eat but can't nibble, awkward type, unathletic, pathetic, double dribbles, but still wants to roc a mic, bag Mandela your name is lame, are you a hermaphrodite? Either way one in the same, even in the afterlife, should have stayed in your lane, you remind me of Becky with the good hair cuz I swear I fornicate with your dame, ejaculate on her brain, in her hair, she doesn't seem to care cuz she never complains, so even tho you with her, I could go get her, take out for 9 innings and pitch a no hitter, keep her at home, give her the bat, swing batter batter at these balls, I fling at her as they bounce off her chin, she got hit by a pitch, I'll call that a win, so I let her steal second, then she stole third, I would have let her steal home but that meant taking a turd on her, she said bag would do it, I replied bag is foolish, he's mad at the cool kids, his raps are putrid, let me snap and lose it, bring your phony act to it's conclusion, you can follow my path but can't walk in my shoes slim, real facts, I'm b.i.g. you're guerrilla black by comparison, you the type to celebrate Lief Erikson day, and word around the barracks is this muthafuckaz gay, I'd respect you more if you wasn't in the closet with it, I wouldn't have a problem with it, just as long as you know that's not how I go and I'm not trying to witness, don't wanna share a blunt, can't front, I don't know where your lips been, I'm joking, I'm not smoking with you because of covid

The rhythm, the rhyme, the funky fresh flow, do I ever curse mother lover heck no!
All you party people in the place to be, I'm rapping like I've travelled back to 1983,
Clean rappin, keep k-keep clappin,
Treat women with respect cuz that's what be happnin!
\(°O°)/ *crowd goes wild*
You might think I'm drunk, hammered,
Off my nut, spannered,
But you can't lose to someone saying you're a dumb faggot,
In bars they wrote for you... to a love ballad,
Your subconscious mind is dropping signs you want a guy to dock behind,
I'm flattered, but sorry I might be on your list but you're not on mine,
I heard LGBT's growing, hope I didn't knock ya pride,
Biggie or guerilla black, I cannot decide what you want in life if you opt to be the one who got shot and died,
I don't battle I just drop advice on a site,
There's more to this than snares, hats, drums & a bass, and rapping about the size of a gun as it plays,
the beat box you're stuck in - you should look to escape, getting kicks from being mouthy ends with a foot in the face,
But I know it's not your fault, it's the American way,
Unified in dividing a federal state,
Land of the free-from a weaponless fate & when you're keeping a piece it's only spreading the hate

https://youtu.be/x7sm03Bxt5g

Well I'm here to spread the hate, getting bread off what I bake, man to man combat, I'm in charge like wombats, going hard with the contact (pause) in the paint, innovates, heads relate interstate, when I see bag I hope my foot up his ass will reinvigorate, here's a figure 8, I didn't mean to obliterate, but I have to set an example and set niggaz straight, niggaz fake, so niggaz hate the way I articulate the truth, fish heads in my roots, the fruits I produce are through the roof, you wouldn't know tho cuz you're too uncouth, but I grow bro, 202, South East, what's a nigga to do? I got plants bigger than you, and my camp will do things that are despicable offline in the physical or online in digital Dolby, me being better than you limits your residuals homey, you a mental midget in an exhibit that I visited as a physicist with limitless skills, Tony Stark pays the bills and amenities, but I can't get into the intricacies like other identities figuratively, I just put in parentheses what "YOU PRETEND TO BE" literally, I give my rivals chivalry then artillery, your survival is a liability cuz I'm the illest MC, you feeling me?

-iLL Finesse

Ok Lil finesse, time to spill finesse,
There can't be more than one rapper called ill finesse,
so those n bombs you keep dropping, you need to chill finesse,
Cuz there isn't any chocolate in your milk finesse,
Aren't you a white dude from Jonesboro? That's an excellent question,
Why pretend your complexion has melanin etched in?
"I just wanna be a victim of ethnic oppression",
That's the shit it's not cool to be talkin,
But without the fakeness, truth is you're boring,
You want that street shit, safe, my shooter just called in,
You bout to get a beam through your window like a beautiful morning,
You're just angry cuz ya dad left, stopped Livin with ya,
I know ya saw ya pop, go, let it go - X gon' give it to ya

https://youtu.be/BJzCmrWzWtk

Wanna challenge my blackness? Ok let's see
I was born in NYC, my older brother loved hip-hop
Run-Dmc, LL, Kool Moe Dee, Used to watch Yo on MTV when it was hosted by Fab 5 Freddy, word to steady b, Big Leslie, By the age of 4 I moved to Virginia, and at the age of 4 white boys started calling me nigga, and at the age of 4 ass whippings was administered, I baptized those heathens like a minister, this one white girl said she was blacker than me, she looked like a super pale cracker to me, I was upset that she would have the audacity, such blasphemy, I gotta speak the jive, fit a stereotype, if you don't do that black man you white? Yeah right, I'm not your slave, this how they behaved and this was only second grade, the pressure can get ya, some niggaz caved, me? I was saved, in 7th grade a white friend called me an ignorant nigger, so I retaliated with a one hitter quitter, the next day at school he's 5 deep, and they talking about how they gonna put my nigger ass to sleep, after school they got on my bus which they didn't ride cuz they lived down the street, so now it's 4vs1, 1 didn't come, I can hear them talking about how they'll come after if I run, there was one other black dude on the bus, he looked at me and said if they got a problem with you? They got a problem with us, Now it's 2v4, they didn't like them odds, I didn't see them fools again, they didn't get off at my stop, that's how that story ends, the other black man till this day is my best friend, we godfathers to each others kin, I marched in DC for Trayvon Martin, then left because I don't believe in Al Sharpton, I was at the million man march, can you dig it? I remember white classmates crying when OJ was acquitted, 20yrs later they vote into office a bigot, on Facebook talking shit, but I ain't heard nothing in a minute, they really can't come back from that, no way to spin it, here comes the aftermath....

You know the deal,
up until now you've had no appeal,
that's the first time you've written anything sounding remotely real,
and I'm not sayin that shit isn't true,
I'm just saying it might be worth hitting the booth with some writtens to prove that this isn't you
https://www.reverbnation.com/illfinesse
I don't really care if you're black or white,
Male, female, hermaphrodite,
I see those for themselves, or everyone else, that divide,
It's a bad look that the minority goes under the latter side,
I don't respect the trappin type, know how wack a gangsta life is?
I'll tell you what I've seen, no similes, you don't have to like it,
bodies thrown off a pick-up by some random guy with a facial tic - but still he didn't bat an eyelid

You wouldn't show your face in the hood, I feel safer in the hood, racial profiling has no place in the hood, compared to VA? I'm good, that's how it used to be, now they claim they done playing games and wanna help them communities that got hit the hardest, whoever had the most charges, they wanna work with you to supply the market, street hustlers is who they targeting, people growing garbage, I only grow exotic, you calling it gangsta, I'm calling you a bitch, this shit legal nigga and I'm about to get rich, and do you know why? Not from selling weed but selling supplies, teaching grow classes so the masses can keep strains alive, that's how communities thrive, in this game I been in it for 25, but it don't mean shit unless my money right, I hear you talking and can tell your money's tight, my family is connected to (Nelson/Winnie) Mandela in REAL LIFE, RIP Marvin, I still can't believe what this dweebs starting, from the heavens they tryna broker a plea bargain to pardon this charlatan, I got cases in Virginia, a body in Arlington...

https://youtu.be/xAGnysa7NrI

I'm ready to dis the nigga above, no push and shove, just slugs that'll make you do the jitterbug, I am that nigga but I'm not the plug, I don't sell drugs, I might dwell amongst thugs who probably just need a hug, before you contest with me realize this is how your destiny's judged, Like a Benzino mixed with Bobby Valentino, I'm telling you niggaz to shut the fuck up like I'm a C.O., CEO, using co2 to c more fruits, when you seek more truth you'll see more loot, haters will come in hot pursuit, trying to convolute, like this nigga bag, he the type to be like "He's kinda cute" when he sees vagina he goes "illllll" and sometimes he pukes :throwup:

this dude says pukes ill when he says he sees vagina, commenting
boy that's cuz he says he sees ill forensic's face and starts vomiting
put that j dilla down, you ain't around, clown odd executive opp
get crowded out while i'm crowdfunded by your hype squads
we got squad goals this morning i'm putting you on the whiteboard
i'm ticking off checklists and then i'm making you put your mic down
you cling to the thing but you like dybbuk on facebook
holding onto the ring but i'm putting you through tightropes
cuz i got the right cross while i'm jabbing on your wackness
talk big money bobby but i'll give you the red room, no migos
so think about that when i'm flipping your mama's mattress
are you really up to barf with your favorite cd of valentino?
because your about to sing to saint peter and devil satan
i'll give you the fever while your shaking off your medication
i'll break your wax records and regenerate some nectar
flick your non-finesses, you're a midget taking forever

You use a walker cuz your mum spent pregnancy lit,
You hit the playground, saw the monkey bars like "you ain't getting on this",
But I got something that'll change that, think it's a weapon? It is,
It'll have you hanging off the frame like the rest of the kids,
Drop gun lines from my phone, stay clickin techs,
Let it ring like "you gonna get that?" "Nah, it's an ex",
Feelin like I'm in the middle of a winter stretch,
I had to bring in the heater, that's how you deal with Chyll n Nesse,
Full metal jacket'll clap at you, it's understandable,
I got a coat for your chin chyll, uh, I'm skinning animals

yo bad mandela, hell nah, you're a big bag of chicken on the counter
you're salmonella, ha, you're big fag like both your mother and father
you're a identity thief, asking if you're the next big will smith
hidden bongs in your bra because your the wrong kind of bitch
you're not cheech and chong bro, you're a little chimichanga
i'll chop you on the skillet because you're backwards like manga
slap your dumb non-scholar rap with my benihana to botswana
and you couldn't get the skills i rip, or the scripts for the drama
this dude is mary poppin with an umbrella talmbout pippy long stocking
facing the rock like an armadillo when i'm shot blocking, no clocking
bring in the sixth man because you're more fed than goats on a tin can
i'll break you down like a gun law and get the cheddar in switzerland
the only slick thing you said was that you can't think of me without getting sick with sweat
i got a blick that can stick in your head, get hit like a pig in a brick shed
i'll blow your whole face in, check your notification, i'm for your over glorification
they'll have you quarantined, no corona for explanation for just getting wasted

look, listen, i'll diss the bitch above me, the next bitch, and all you bitches
keystyle, have you reading each sentence in search of sentience in glitches
this motherfucker who started the thread name is mantrula, what a mook
i'll eat everyone's blasphemous food in the whole thing ahead of each move
anyway, tarantula? ...you're too old for a noob, you're like posdonous
i'm a spectacular fountain of youth, your hair is old and your moldy like moose
jamba juice vernacular monster loose i'm onto you dudes, you've no clue
losers whose last weak punchline couldn't clamp a hazardous light switch's fuse
roots, next time you think you'll write something just straight outright refuse
you couldn't get a sponsor if you swallowed alcohol abuse at the a-a booth
you know i'd smack you prudes, til you're calling out unmarried domestic disputes
i'll make you snort shit out your own asshole and run in your wife's hairy coot
kick you so hard you see the back of your nose has the wavy treads on my boot
rude, chewing while i do your pill loot, if i had a reason to go crazy, pollute
snooze while i have you stomped with rastas in suits, pasty pastas in spoons
shootin brains out like super contra hard corp part two h-d on you fruits

H-D on you fruits, cool, AK47 shootin,
You'll really see a banana clip work as a resolution,
Execution of a tyrant, that's how history said to remove ya,
Plus the tech drawn, so I gotta put lead to a ruler,
You're a feminine loser, I'm a Chyll hater,
Turn down, I don't wanna chill now or chill later,
I'll cut your sister's nipples off with a bic razor, mid labour,
You're a dick taster, Who sayn you're a dictator?
You know Bag dad, and you're an ass invader,
You're writing - I'm sensing its forced tyrant, as in Vader,
Luke warm, I am your father, I know you're probably reading this semi-erect,
but hang on a second n let me do a memory check,
"Luke, I am your father?", that isn't what they said on the set?
Damn, were both getting our lines fucked up by the Mandela effect

https://youtu.be/46OpRk_-yNg

Chyll, your rhymes are not inspiring
Don't be mad tho cuz UPS is hiring, volunteer fireman, you could hand out flyers door to door, setup a girl scouts cookie table outside a grocery store, you could try Uber, or be the guy who collects scooters, it's 2021 you could probably work at hooters, but don't try hip hop again until you get a tutor, are you pretend? I sense an intruder, possibly the feds, bag Mandela gotta be off his meds (he was the dude) because this month eggs passed through his fallopian tubes, That's how Don flowed, all you niggaz Gonzo's, I'm above all you niggaz like Lonzo's lob throws, ill leave your eyes swole, no need for a blindfold, that's how I roll so be mindful, get out of line and I pull, I squeeze, I don't give a fuck about your reasoning, nigga please, Real G's off trees singing R&B off key in the VIP, you think I'm lying? Only $500 for a table and we ten deep, there's 10 seats and we don't have to wait in line, that's $50 each plus a complimentary bottle we picked Hennessey, I am really everything you pretend to be, bartenders skip over everybody and tend to me attentively, I give a big tip early on so they remember me, then they'll start giving me drinks for free like I'm a celebrity, security will learn your identity and become friendly, and will have your back if any, situation gets realer, this ain't a casino but I was a house dealer...

-iLL Finesse

If you want it you can get it mother hubbard it's on,
You write to beats, but it's not battle rap & sure as fuck ain't a song,
You try spit flames but it backfires, over gassed up n it's wrong,
I spit flames, fuck a volunteer fireman, you'll be a compulsory one,
If it's 50 per person for a table of 10,
Something's telling me it's not a crazy event,
Sounds more like a barn dance - you copped a stable for rent,
blew your welfare cheque n then stayed in a tent,
Facts tho, that's the first shit of yours I read n then smiled,
Cuz 1 bottle of henny between 10 - incredibly wild,
What have I learned? That you think singing destiny's child
while being 10 deep & tipping the bouncers for protection is style

https://youtu.be/BIgJo23zH2A

As this clown hates and shit, never paid a bouncer but developed relationships, and they would pay me, I know it sounds crazy, when kicking niggaz out they would run there pockets, pull out 200 e-pills and be like who want it, just give me $200, I flipped that into $5000, you forgot tipping bartenders, yes we are spenders, I was giving you game, you too fucking lame, you don't know what the fuck you're saying, this is what happens when niggaz start capping but all they do is stay in, for my downfall they praying, God ain't listening maybe you should try Satan, now you the next lil Nas x in waiting,

I'm -iLL Finesse

Leave the mephedrone, methylone & meth alone, try taking downers,
Cuz one minute you never paid a bouncer, then 2 bars later you paid a bouncer,
Tipping the bartenders, thinkin ya fly,
Funny you rented a stable n they were milking ya dry,
I know what you're thinking - how dairy try mocking me? Ill,
I'm not saying you don't have the knowledge or skill
To buy and sell drugs, make profit at will,
But unless it's NZT, no one's paying 25 dollars a pill,
Your homies left saying "Yo ill was gassing like a snapped valve,
You see him hangin with security tryna act pals?"
"Yeah, dude shouldn't need back up if he blast cals,
Guess he was tryna get his gay on with the staff, like Gandalf"

Gandalf? I'm bad man of sorts
More like Gannondorf, fuck being good, I got your bitch locked up in a cave in the woods, behave, understood? I'm holding you for ransom, I want a new phantom, if bag don't come with the bag? DAMN SON, we playing TAPS, Is that a metaphor? perhaps, it's all apart of my plan to bring summer of Sam to summer jam, I admire Leatherface, and plan to do the same after I send your dame to a better place, chop her up to pieces, then put her in a cooler and drop her off at a precinct, the coroner determines time of death to be fairly recent, I'm driving off cheesing, because dissing the bitch above you was the reason...

I'll give you twice as many guns & some extra ammo,
Still couldn't see me on a glacier wearing desert camo,
I fuck girls in their 20s, you never have though,
You've only sampled 50s beats - pa parl'americano,
I'm extra guano, bat shit, but don't think the sights off,
You wanna beat battle til I batter n beat you like a white cop,
Beat you to the punch, beat you with a right cross,
Get beat down, But don't beat yourself up, cuz that's my job,
I bet this guy stops tryna rhyme hot when he realises he's going through a lifelong dry spot,
You wanna drive what? A phantom? Right, errr,
maybe stop writing about phantoms and get a phantom writer,
I can tell you're a bitch by your raps, and vagina,
Fin can't touch me with these bars like avid divers,
I really don't need a strap, or rapid fire,
This material make you travel skyward like paragliders