You done fucked up, after this beating you'll be hoping for death
For you skill has never benefactor, you rely on votes from ya friends
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You done fucked up, after this beating you'll be hoping for death
For you skill has never benefactor, you rely on votes from ya friends
Getting votes from my friends, bro that's heavy,
But jokes on you because I don't have any,
I came for war - to bear arms, it's the time n the place,
Watch how this tard degrades tryna survive in this space,
I get minimal satisfaction but still come through like I'm obsessed,
Cuz there's like 3 people who look forward to what I drop next,
N I just want them to get there kicks, so gotta put you in a box fresh,
Pretty hard tryna make lines about "I'll put you in a box" fresh,
You're an assistant manager at a restaurant specialising in rump steak,
Your breakfast reviews - are just great,
You make female staff work hard in the morning, but for love's sake,
Because you enjoy wanking whilst watching them sleep on their lunch break
https://youtu.be/i7frMSQztGA
It's the return of iLL Finesse, yup, still the best
Last time someone rhymed this divine was epic of Gilgamesh
Challenge me, some I let flee, killed the rest
Brought them back to life, God's light instilled the breathe of life which blesses the mic for the rest of the night, there's only pressure if hype which I like cuz I'm just getting started, hitting moving targets at Target and Walmart, paintball your cart, ducking Paul blart, found bag Mendela's hat and before I gave it back I put it to my ass and let rip a small fart, I know it's immature and as a vet, I'll mature into a big dawg so now I M X, ready to make you leak blood then Crip walk on your set, you all bark, not a threat, you're called a Mark, buster, trick, an all around piece of shit, a fuckin bum, your name is fuckin dumb and idiotic, you think it's zany and psychotic, it's lame b, you a trainee wishing you was in a position the same as me, you ain't been through the flames my G, seen the pain I've seen, it's made me make my dreams come true, this is the name you will succumb to
- iLL Finesse
Ill Finesse...
You ain’t “epic of Gilgamesh”, you’re more like a Dilbert sketch.
Whoever thinks Finesse is ill... must be chugging on Benadryl til they’re high as his dental bill.
Bruv, you’re bereft of skill, I don’t like your shit and I never will. Let’s fight, your pen’s light like a feather quill.
Fuck off, like you left right on next flight to West Brazil via Pleasantville.
Take a break, you’d better chill. I’m reading your shit, like, ‘wow... the same sentence still?’
https://youtu.be/zZBtuCX0Ybs
Same sentence still?
Noise I kill, top of the hill with something brand new
Show you what I can do, which I plan to
but first understand I'm hung like a horse
Passing out L's, as well your rhymes TOO SHORT
Biiyooooch
Hit abort, FUCK YOUR FORT Lil nigga
Just address me as mister
So you been watching me like baby sitters
Took you days to consider if ya would dip ya toe in this mixture, I max cuz I'm the bigger picture, switch up, iMac when I'm with your sister, thick butt, we fucked, didn't kiss her, missed her when I tried to nut on her face, what a waste of time, now her brother, slime, chimes in with his basic rhymes, just another face in line that thinks he can reflect off my grace and shine, I embrace the grind so now I'm in a place to take what's mine, there's no mistaken who I am, the diagram vs inch worms who think they leviathans, not realizing I am Poseidon, the African version that they got their writings from, Olokun, also known as the noble one, I'm global son, you a local slack jawed yokel n mogul holmes, I mean in mobile homes, broke nigga with APR* higher than your total loan, to burn my kingdom you must use fire, till then I'll be admired because I hold the throne, you being considered a threat was overblown...
You're a failed yo-yoer, low blower, no hoper,
And the world's first black guy to have a Bobby Charlton comb over,
Your mind couldn't grow slower if it was kept in stasis,
and I make that statement on the fundamental basis of you wearing tracksuit pants with a belt n braces,
Your present state is: sorry n frail,
You once got trapped in a lift while you were shopping for kale,
stuck for 6 hours with an introverted boffin n failed to establish yourself as the dominant male,
If you get locked in a jail you'll get your anus killed getting raped for thrills cuz you're a lady Ill,
You convince yourself you can pay the bills if someone spots your writing talents and you pray they will,
but it's unlikely, given that your name is still
a synonymic description for your ailing skill
Hey Mandela!
You will get bagged quicker then the amount of time it would take for me to say your full name, your so lame,
To knock you out I only need a 1 to 1.5 sec time frame.
And that's a soft mission, no issue, your about as tough as those white cats that guard tissue.
Peace.
Hey Don!
I don't know what you do for a job shotta,
But if it takes you a second to throw a punch, it's not boxer,
Perfect answer - you're a turtle catcher, nerf dispatcher,
Plans an ambush with his homies like "let's murk this rapper,
I'll swing first, you try to hurt him after while he's recovering in fits of girlish laughter",
Ugh, you gangster,
Calls himself Lumber Jack but never swung an axe and insists on moving with wooden tact,
Run it back, there's another way you're lumber jackin as well,
You split tree, with your dad, cuz you can't afford a bag to yourself
Rhymes?Quote:
Originally Posted by Bag Mandela
I spit 'em fluidly? Dude'll need an eulogy.. check how the syllables flow.
So this gon' be a body, Bag...and you're gonna fill one of those..
That whole lumberjack shit was trash...you need to level up
But I guess you thought that angle woodwork like a beveled cut?!
You reached with that concept...the truth is its flawed.
Next time you go out on that limb I'm just hoping a noose is involved
Ill come to ya front door with this beef...blast him to smithereens
Ring his bell & drop Bag on his front porch..This that contactless delivery
He bested me in the 1-2…it won’t happen again tho, you can bet me
They only slobbered all on your bag til they realized it wasn’t the guy from netcees
And Phal doesn’t quite disrespect me…he couldn’t smash my teeth out for nothin
In fact, my dentist musta given me Novocain cause all I feel you pullin are punches
None of you Jews could make me sweat ya, any concentration’s below ‘em
If I was worried bout an Ill Finesse…it’d be for Ralph from Schindler’s List gettin covid
Yep, that whatever ya said something Mandela effect is one that I'll remember correct & never forget,
Heavy respect,
I'm tryna let a punchline get in my head but I'm weirded out by you imagining my testicles wet,
It's the detail of it, "slobbering", some kind of gay boy super horn,
At this point it's basically VoiceView for porn,
You strike me as someone who works at staying home as a father,
Freestyles feeding his kids "Ayo I'm toting bananas",
Couldn't smack bag, it pains you to say I'm doper with bars but I'm not mad at Cody-next time I just ope-he-hits harder
If father & banana rhyme for you? I know your accent just must be thick..
Can almost hear you flappin’ your gums, you pronounce words like your teeth are shit
Like Austin Powers w/ no chicks, from the womb he was mappin’ this style
you only heard “yeah…baby…” when they asked your mum if she’s fat or with child
Even your name is confused…It’s almost trans, but I’ll throw down
I still don’t know if you a Mandela…so I’ll use she & him as your pronouns
My accents somewhere between shotty horroh & Sean Bean,
The way you acts senseless homosexual porn fiend,
I'm from England, so before talking on language just think, stop,
You're a trap fan telling a New Yorker boom bap isn't hip hop,
But I'll be accomodating n say father & banana less,
Cuz I know when you have to take apart a code he starts to stress,
You just saw me & Virb talking how our government aren't the best,
Putting two and two together's something you dance around & can't address
Mandela a cornflake..his punches never have us feel it or pack a sting...
So I got after his Life..& put Bag in a box like cereal packaging
I never thought pussy could talk till you opened your mouth/
stuffin dildoes down your throat, that's what I'm about/
stuff it so much you can't even scream or shout/
I'm quick to take you out, sever your leg and use it to beat you till you pass out/
That wierd shit makes me wanna grab the strap & pull that fingerQuote:
Originally Posted by Ragian Azariah
Yeah the cannon'll take yo top off like the mask singer
pull that finger? This ain't no fart joke unless you talking bout pulling triggers
figures, you don't even know what you're talking about, ya can't deliver
you're brain must be deformed that's why you can't think straight
i don't hate you but im supposed to diss the bitch above me, it's only the norm to retaliate
your disses are weak, and i aint lying
you need to try harder cuz seeing you rap is worse than seeing a grown man crying
I was gonna let that slide...the only reason this rookie is breathinQuote:
Originally Posted by Ragian Azariah
Is cause it wasnt Rag time...but Imma make sure this pussy is bleeding
Yeah this duece blows? Youre doomed, holmes
Hard to see a grown man cry? I have ya dad do that on ya tomb stone
I'm a wreck this guy. grab my pliers to double tie up his tongue so he cant testify,
Missing fingers so he cant point me out at court and say,"Thats the guy."
You tripping if you thinking I'm under you, Ill throw you out a window to get the W.
Fuck throwing shade I'm sunning you, the DonShotta is your new Dodda,
not a graduate but your mom know I Cum Lotta.
Donshotta nothing. This man's nerdy..Quote:
Originally Posted by Donshotta
And a real boss aint gotta get his hands dirty
Besides...
We both joined in the same month...
And you ain't been able to earn a degree of respect or props n shit
After so many years of getting schooled, your still fake and gotta doctorate
Phalanx is fake - you a prop to me
I’m real estate - gods valued property
Your bars sloppily convey nothing but monotony
I properly construct bars with their own autonomy
Im conducting ya post mortem autopsy in my laboratory
You just a robot programmed to do as your told with female anatomy
A nat to me - attracted to the flame - ha that’s flattery
But Imma pull the battery n commence with the battery
Louisville got his brain looking all battery theres no one badder P
I ll poke-a-man no caterpie then empty my bladder - pee
Standing over the body (gunner voice) I’m pushing p
P goes home he gotta douche his P
I ll put hot metal where ya hair roots should b
You ain’t a battle rapper, just a miffed reviewer.
You talkin bout “caterpie” and the wit’s obscure, coz I’m dropping nothing but-a-free and my shit’s mature.
Ay, why you called ‘Lockz’ when you’re insecure?
You’re insecure and a bit demure so I’m picking Lockz to shiv and skewer.
Imma get my bully-on; I’m more secure than Fort Knox.
My skill’s simply magical. This is war-Lockz.
That was too easy. My attitude’s breezy.
I have move freely and disregard Lockz like I’m Harry Houdini.
I’m the most arrogant. He mentioned “hair roots” and it’s no accident;
Lockz: he’d have to dye to go platinum.
I wouldn’t wanna b Lock, on the block, coz I’m a G’, Lock, got a glock, and it’s time to kill if I ‘see’ Lock, once I clock, I’mma fuck him up... F’ Lock and his flock.
Lockz... take the L... coz I’m strong as an ox.
This ain’t Aqua Teen Hunger Force, but I’ll fry Lock.
I’ll carve a pound of your flesh. Now you’re shy,Lock?
Beautiful another lost soul on time for their funeral
I ll beat virbs senseless - you can sense it the way my pen scripts
I’m paying penances for barring niggas to death - call it life sentences
Every sentence fits every sentence gits more intense as my lens shifts
Attention lifts pen drips ink hits the page and another body in a coffin sits
Who’s son was this ?
Like Jordan’s in the nba you just wasn’t meant for this
I’m cementin this - you lamentin - I’m hot dog - relish this
Unremarkable no remembrances
I’m precisely surgical persistently picking apart peons who think that they lyrical
Hysterical you gonna need a miracle to devise a plan to stop me from hurtin you
Name flips pitiful ? so pre school
I never played well with others I tried to drown em in the kiddy pool
You just kitty food digested turned into kitty poo
Don’t get it ? Pussy you shitty fool !!
Dragons don’t wake till it’s time to eat
Same reason lions don’t lose sleep over the oppinion of sheep
next time take 7 - your weak
Im to far a head for your punches to reach
Fruit got a little hair now ain’t you a peach
Shucks Why you fuck with me
Like your name - moms should a used a IUS not an IUD
Sulfuric acid eat ya flesh bones n teeth
You tweakin trynna sound profound using virbius
Fronting like a porsche when you just a prius
You know that sounds absurd to us - the us who hug the curb grip cans and bust
Roll some herb flick the bic n inhale the rush
Preacher speaks- ashes to ashes n dust to dust
Pal barer lowers the pizza box cuz you went in cheesing
Mom trynna jump in - wait stop I can hear my son breathin
Sorry mam that’s just all the hot air and gas just leaving
A pussy that big will forever be queefing
Dis the bitch above me well this bitch won't get far
What you wrote was long and pointless like a dick that won't get hard/
Female battle rappers lol yeah, let's mix cringey, with ditsy,
Good job the boys are back in town, that was lookin kinda thin Lizzy,
All I need to introduce is the notion of choice,
to shatter your illusion of being focused n poised,
I'd never punch a bitch, I'd send another bitch to put a croak in ya voice,
N have Moss stuck to a wall for being overly moist,
I'm pretty down to earth with a resounding girth,
We can go to dinner then smoke a pound of herb,
Then 10 minutes after taking down your skirt I'll pull out n call you fat when you're about to squirt
Lizz got more balls than a chucky cheese for replying
Seen that pfp on Craigslist n I got tons a crack heads who’s b interested in buying
Titties out scream mask nails done with no art !?
Bowling ball belly I bet the Pussy as big as an amusement park
Face tat a target for cum she wanna keep her eye on the money shot
Bag it’s clear you on synthetic turning ya brain cells to sauce
How you use Mandela spittin violence when the real 1 was hands off
I drop caskets it’s like dipping wings in ranch sauce
Not wasting my time just str8 head shots
Lizz gone catch the biz and I’m not takin my pants off
Gonna need more spit next time cuz im far from basic
Ambush predator- lizz and mandela over 1 week I waited
Put up a better fight next time so it doesn’t feel like your life was wasted
This guy lockz aint got the answer hes a tiny dancer
A weak bitch acting tough like feminists with cancer
I kidnap you on the street without a ransom
You dissing Bag is like a fag saying hes handsome
Youre a walking cliche look at your sig
Next thing youll say is youre cooking a dick
You call yourself Locks cuz youre out
No keys just deez nuts in your mouth
Im Slick but you can call me 57 without a doubt
Add the 3 infront and you know what im about
Your diss was awful whos gonna read that shit
Whoever hyped you up i beat that bitch and feed that ditch
With his body check my writing read that its
Phenomenal you feel pain in your abdominal
As im so methodical im the real article
Youre style is comical its really corny
And you talk about sex cuz you horny
No pussy for you like a bald fatty in his forties
You battled once you lost it thats lame
Ima put the batteries on you like a dumb kid tryna play a DS game
Slick still play Nintendo DS games,
It would be less lame if you said its been ten days since you lost your v while tied to your uncle Steve's bed frame,
He's your one and only, but you're the only one,
still tryna complete pokemon,
You're a pro wasteman, no taste fam, you should go play hang for being an overenthusiastic Coldplay fan,
The way your mum spends your child support money on jewellery's relentless,
But she craves a social life n thinks it makes her cool with the presenters,
You're in a one man crew called baby killers,
You come from a long line of lazy quitters,
You've got a fetish for navy slippers,
You cut your beard with safety scissors
Youre not witty your lines are shitty Slick is the bomb
Ill kidnap your mom in broad daylight and stick my dick in her palm
Youre sick so youre calm using illegal meds to get pens wet nah youre gone
A one trick pony thats gettin tricked like Saddam your diss seems personal
Looks its only a draam i think you mixed your mom with mine
The way you expelled it its like youre talking of self its on
Walking on a shelf cuz you cant get out youre stuck externally
Screaming go have another joint youll need more than that to be hurting me
I suggest getting a third surgery
according to your pic you would suck a dick for a herb urgently
Youre a corny rap nerd i beat you til you lack turd
then blow up your house allahu ackbur
I had to destroy you bitch for disrespecting the greatest peace fighter
Ill implicate your insider in my crime to abolish your two-nighter.
Your numbers don't add up, you're appalling many Asians,
To the point it borders segregation,
You're last award - a special placement on a ward of special patients,
You think Rosa Parks is a tourist destination,
You think being gay's a virus that invades your sinus,
Your the type of pussy who's afraid of violence & needs some kind of male advisors,
Sort out your face n ride, like lady drivers,
Your mum doesn't have a car, she couldnt pay for wipers,
She had a taxi but they decided to take her license,
She doesn't let it stand in the way, she's tireless,
Now she's got a trailer & a unicycle with stabilisers
I heard somebody mention sick
I popped up like beetle juice
Going on two decades I've heard people say the same shit as dude
I'm old but i feel new
Listen up cause I'm not thru
Only thing excellent is when you listen to me enter this site and post to you
I'm more than one I'm a group
A mixture of things just like a soup
Watch me throw you in a bag cuz Im done shopping
time to move
I heard somebody mention sickQuote:
Originally Posted by Bag Mandela
I popped up like beetle juice
Going on two decades I've heard people say the same shit as dude
I'm old but i feel new
Listen up cause I'm not thru
Only thing excellent is when you listen to me enter this site and post to you
I'm more than one I'm a group
A mixture of things just like a soup
Watch me throw you in a bag cuz Im done shopping
time to move
You like your A lubed wet on a gay dude flex,
Vaginas got ya face poonplexed,
Your boyfriend's called Declan, I don't care who shaves who's chest,
You said something about two decades then gave aids to Dec,
Both sik_wit_it now, he's gonna die any day,
For a couple of benders that path in life's very straight,
You'll be telling the entirety of pride at the wake how he loved beastie boys & wanted to be like MCA,
Then someone asks "Why MCA",
Because it's fun to stay at the...
You thought your verse was dope I didn't like that shit,
Dope's the wrong word n you're a dinosaur so try ass sik,
If only your teenage years featured a deep discussion or the opportunity for you to meet a woman,
Your avatars on some grim Weener love n I got a bone to pick with the feeble fuckin skeletal bumpkin,
So he flees when he sees me comin cuz I make death seem soft with the repercussions
Baited you in
Made you post some shit to me
No offense
But if you think I'm done with dude
Shit Let's begin
Who would win
This corny dude reminds of them island twins
First line was about anal
Third line was doo doo
Boy shoo
I'm the best rapper that will ever post to you
I'm country? Naw you so simple I had to dumb my sound down for you
I heard you work at a zoo
Probably plays a kazoo
I'll come one deep like a canoe
N bang some cross ya head real loud like a bluetooth
Who running who?
Will you get applause that’s thunderous? never. I’ll son him forever, and it’s wonderfully clever, coz I’m reigning champ, you’re feeling under the weather.
You’re shit, bitch, quit this rapping hobby.
Sik? No bro those were anti bodies.
Sik With It?
Thirteen hundred fucking posts? why’d you stick with it?
Quit this shit. Sik’s in remission, thinking he’s still got it.
Damn, if I was dimwitted as Sik With It, I’d be sik of it.
What? hell...
Sik? Bitch, you write... not well.
You gon die, surely.
Sik? you write quite poorly.
And spelling your name that way makes you seem thick...
I ain’t tryna rock the boat... forget c Sik?
For fuck’s sake.
If you’re still thinking you’re incredibly skilled,
You ain’t sick with it, you’re just mentally ill.
Words
That felt like taking glow sticks to the party then seeing it's a blues rave,
No need to say it's your first post-punk we can tell you're new wavve,
That started off aight but "too fake" wordplay is not hot shit,
Then after I saw-toof wavve's form dropped off quick,
It's a sign you're a square, you reachin high in the air on your tippy toes,
I can too - to get a visual on wavve you know-whats-iller? Scopes,
You're a dick chaser, fist taker, chimp waiter, I'll cut your sister nipples off with a bic razor mid labour,
Your rap name should be Pecker D, Every day of every week, I could just let ya be but I'd rather set ya free when the heckler scream, you got turn-tail vibes, I bet you'd flee, course you're gonna get pussy if you turn up with extra V
Ghost
Just like that, Wavve walks right into it.
I'll gore this rookie's organs fully for being more than pussy./
I'll send shells till you get the message like fortune cookies./
Bag tossed your trash bars, your net loss suffers./
I wet yall busters. Now you're 0-2 (Owen to) like Bret Hart's brother./
I want to see Virb-bait'em, reciting verses verbatim./
He sent Virb-8...um? I'd laugh if Virb-ate-him./
If you see him up, DM he or us, he is being struck./
I Tahoes (tie hoes) when I'm sick of Yukons (you cons) like GM trucks./
My wit's a blade, I'm LA with the Clippers, you'll get the fade./
I'm over your head like twisted braids, you'll just get sprayed./
Go off the top like hair cuts to get rid of Wavves./
I Pusha brotha to cause Malice with Clipse displayed./
I brushed Wavves off, now I'll spray'em with glocks./
I make the cut then leave'em a part (apart) to take your head shot./
Feel the sound Wavve through various weapons./
This baby's taken out early like caesarian sections./
Rap's made like fake Louis with Izod rags./
Wav, take the L Ve, you'll never knock off Bags./
Neon