Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Soar Kaid is getting paid
In full clips that rips through his vest
Stops in his chest while the splinters get the rest
I'm a boxer in the flesh
Throwing down with cops that think that they can press
Under fire 360
I fight fire with fire mixing the six piece
Throwing smoke bombs to tricksy
Different tactics to overcome the predicty
Holding it slickly
I win no matter what no English no gypsy
Phsycologly they can't fuck with me
But they strive to trip me
So they can smash my head in
Top pussy in the chamber on my ass like Lenin
Nigga pass your pen and
Liqiour you never learn
You're bout to get what a minimum wage slave laborer earns
Are you dumb pussy
Read between the lines
Fucking spelling bee
One between your eyes
A kidney shot to leave you die
Bring em out let em know its nigh
One between the neck 3 in each thigh
Fuck their moms while they cry
Dog eats dog here fuckers snitch
Soon as you out the door they wanna get your shit
Watch your back there's no loyalty here
Someones dog just stole a vallet then ate it in fear
They say I contribute to how it is
Bitches love violence
Its like some playing violins
I'm Che they tryna break my image
Teach some urban warfare
See them scared gone or shook
My image is everlasting like Ches face on a book
I'm cool
Phsycological warfare
Markets
Sickness
While they rapidly cook

Give me one reason why I should rip you apart ,
while guns flip and spark where as I move in the dark ,
Your a little problem , you stay talkin about flexin ,
I'll take your wins , their probably slim and I'll index it ,
Cats like you are hasty , gunnin when its outta their range ,
I exchange my weapons , after I spray I spit a round a gauge ,
Your not equal to me , you talk like your that hard ,
Slick , winnin against me will take your whole squad ,
I don't even gotta go hard on slick cuz he's no hurdle ,
And I won't need a thermostat to tell me that I burned you

Say you're burning slick but I don't see fire, understand;
You're not in your natural element cuz you hit the air & nuthin lands,

Trust me fam, this isn't even a diss, I'm just givin you facts,
If monitoring the temperature of burning slick into ash,
A thermometer would be more suited to that particular task,
Now you know this is serious.

I've got forefathers - all maximus decimus meridius battle champs,
You've got 4 fathers - your dad is some very sus polygamous batty man,

Can I get an amen? Can I get a hell yeah?!
Your dad has sex with gay men, is he going to hell? Yeah!

Most rappers sit on a couple rounds,
in case of memory lapses n shit,
That faggot sits on a couple rounds,
in his case - testes attached to a dick,

You both share drumstick ice creams, light candles and just jam at home,
That wax and cones is music to your ears like gramophones,
maybe one too many 'your dads a faggot jokes'

You'll be happy til I got 2 pistols drawn up sprayin crazy,
Biggie, Juicy, know what I'm sayin? It's Soar good, baby, baby

Bag aint hot ,
I'll go in this cat's pockets and steal his rhymes ,
Turn you inside out like ya coat ,
you got a crazy mind ,
I'll pop ya tag on ya collar with ya money in my eyes ,
You'll only see that on my face ,
my! ,
desperation flies ,
whoo! ,
I'll steal ya dough and place a hit on ya mom's ,
Either check or currency ,
any way I'm destined to take from you ,
that's what it takes to be a don ,
if ya dead presidents in the room for a second ,
I'm callin out the cash accountant and the Smith N Wesson ,
To beat you ,
I'll douse ya hits of raps on flames at the papers edges ,
what I teach on this page got a grip of you ,
I'll save the evidence of the lesssons ,
Weapons wipe you down in the face of adversity ,
I'm showin you in a new light ,
now that this Mandela's verse'n me

Think fast, I hope your face gets dick slapped,
"Bag ain't hot" I told my brain to flip that,
Try steppin on me that's a blatant mis hap,
I'm at ya door dumpin heat like a flaming shitbag,
Coin operated killer, press go start game,
You think you're not something to play with but you so-ar-kaid,
"I'll put a hit on ya mom's" where's the motive at?
Google translate to 'English' from 'total fag',
And the result came out as "I wanna bone ya dad",
I hit on ya mom's, fuckin her she's fuckin me back,
she's chubby it sound like someone teaching monkeys to clap,
didn't even buss nut it's a fact it's like her son when he rap, I never made it to the end cuz that pussy was wack,
I'm tryna open the elevator door for you it gets stuck, That's why I'm standing here with 2 thumbs down n you need to step up

Soar Kaid , I'm the million dollar man don artist ,
I'mma baller ,
I'll dribble the rock on you like Ron Artest ,
I'll take you to the grave where ya fam rests ,
and pray that you don't face the same fate yet ,
Messin around places you face down like a train wreck ,
catch me in the stalls wit ya mom's like same sex ,
Get ya aim checked ,
I fill my glock wit light and I flash on you ,
I never fumble wit the dance moves ,
I'll dab on you ,
The mack will steam ya face ,
make a 'bag' boil , (bag as in you)
Go across sea's and hit ya sister ,
false flag on you

if you don't know what a false flag is then look it up... since your IQ is 150 then I bet you already know dog...

Fuck my life, this kid the pinnacle of why new rap’s retarded
Cuz I could bite whole verses n end up with less content than when I started
He the dude to get played, honeys use him for drinks, the bar’s paid
They competing for the high score, they can see easy who the chump Ar, cade
I can’t believe I’m wasting bars like this, thinking his lines hot stuff
See I got concepts, and when I free style they see his ought to be locked up

The worst of rap is here in the form of a herb ,
When they took you from ya mom's "womb" you were a "turd" , (stomach/womb)
You getting on my nerves with this Justice Grimm ,
the only thing grim about you is your words are filthy stems ,
of my previous recollections ,
of the flows inside my brains cells predessessors ,
Rap Jutsu ,
See my rhymes terraform on you in their brilliance forever ,
Got lyrics cuz I'm clever ,
Bring a storm at you with a rain that takes you down in the weather ,
...forever...
I'll rip you apart with my time space weapons ,
Special AR clip wit bullets sever you in sections ,
and teach you to get on guard for your own protection ,
I'll bomb on you whenever ,
I got the pump ,
Watch the shells go the distance ,
then they liftin you up ,
Fall back son ,
you aint diligent enough ,
Die with syphillis in the dust ,
This underground rapper knows the deal ,
there's no need to discuss

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Soar Kaid

if you don't know what a false flag is then look it up... since your IQ is 150 then I bet you already know dog...

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That's like if my dick was a foot long n yours was puny n small,
Then I saw you out shoppin with ya boo at the mall,
and you said "Yo, Bag, this my girl, don't know why I introduced her at all,
Since you got a 12 inche dick guess you must've screwed her before",

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Justice Grimm

He the dude to get played, honeys use him for drinks, the bar’s paid
They competing for the high score, they can see easy who the chump Ar, cade

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I'm not pushin Just aside, regular corn, that was just a side,
But it gave me time to just decide if I was Justice I'd commit justicide,
you bit my arcade flip, badly, but stuck to your persona,
cuz the reapers not known for execution, Just shows up when it's all over,
"Coin operated killer", if he dare me up my kill score,
Just might get it like be careful what you wish for,
All that bland, loose material on a skeleton strucuture, yep, sounds to me like the death of the culture,
**Final scene, Justice grimm appears, fending off vultures, Using his scythe because there's really nothing left in his punches**

Lemme justify myself cuz I'm Soar Kaid ,
even though I move like magneto on X-Men ,
I am not an Arcade ,
But I am kicking electro nodes to ya frame ,
You got an IQ of 150 ,
but your lucks up ,
I'm super human ,
You got the arms of a T-Rex ,
Your reach is foolin ,
Cuz if you cease to exist ,
after a meteor ,
your short limbs are already ripped ,
Then face extinction ,
No need to ask a shrink ,
if you should be mentally sinkin ,
Laugh out loud as if you got a brain fart like Beevis ,
"Looks" got you in this mess wit me ,
my goodness you are "conceited" ,
I'll take a look at you like the Millwakee Bucks ,
I'mma ball game fanatic and I see your cross over sucks ,
I stay posted up wit the Miami Heat for this Mandela chump ,
I'll put ya self as the drawin board of target practice ,
now your really outta luck

A great poet once said “friends can be leverage of a life with pain”,
I can’t remember if that quote came from Wordsworth or Byron’s brain,
Or was it a line for which Rilke’s famed..?
Oh wait. it was Soar.
The poor, tortured soul, his life of pain’s the price of fame.
But his friends help him through. (Shouts to Mike and Dave!)
He’s got a few more but they’re slightly strange.
“A person says your wrong but a comrade says your right”...
That’s another insight of the mighty Kaid’s.
I’mma treasure those words in my final days.

thanks for the props virb. Now unfortunately...its time to diss you.

Virb loves to go behind peoples back and diss em ,
"Revolvers" don't "go around" like you in disrespect of its mission , (revolving chamber is its mission)
Diamond fission ,
Take the shards of my glass and stab Virb ,
No need adding 2 plus a word to be perplexed like advirbs , (means virb is stupid)
If you went to school wit me ,
I'd show you physics ,
I'll pull you out of a box and you'll experience vision ,
What if I scammed you ,
sayin I could make you see ,
mad then call ya folks ,
and we can get the click clackin for sheez ,
My guns will prepare you for the after life ,
Freak ya heaven whores after I bust on your livin one twice ,
Cuz you aint around to take care of the chick ,
After I took a 45 to ya body and spreaded the clip

how do you know about mike and dave virb? Nobody knows about that except the chosen few...

You said your guns will prepare me for the afterlife?
Nah I’mma slit your throat with a rusty ass embalmers’ knife.
Sharp, precise, if I catch you in the park at night, I’mma carve and slice,
I got the arms to send your soul straight to the arms of christ.

I’ve got sidearms that’ll send your spirit to the Crab Nebula.
Or I’ll send you to hell, smash your head with cash registers.
My rap’s venomous, could put you in a ditch in seconds,
Describing how I’ll prep you for the afterlife with different weapons.
Got guns I could smuggle right through customs, even into heaven.
If you don’t believe me, shit, you can ring your reverend.
Bring your bredren, all of them can get it too.
Primed grenades for Mike and Dave, maybe Jeff, and you.
Honestly, it’s not a very lengthy queue.
I’ll send your souls to purgatory, regretting shit you’ll never do.
Send em through. your crew’s likeminded; a single shot’ll merge your brains.
You know I’mma send your souls to hell’s infernal flames;
It’ll serve as preparation when I step and get the burner aimed.
I’ll send your ass to Nirvana with the same gun which killed Kurt Cobain.

I’ll swing a shovel in a scuffle, send your soul to Shambala.
Or keep bringing you back just to die again. samsara.
And bad karma. you said I’m a back stabber?
I’ll carve your shoulder blade bones into matched daggers.
But when I diss you it’s direct, if that matters.
If I do die today I got my place in Valhalla.

I tote fore arm weapons wit those zoom in scopes ,
I'll blast your third eye lens ,
and bloody ya Timberland clothes ,
I'm in with the strobes ,
Flyin around at ya throat in three dimentions ,
I'll school you in english ,
Then send you to three detentions ,
You know I'mma menace ,
Cash flyin out my hands to the floor ,
Askin why should I pick presidential bodies up for ,
I'll shoot you wit them beams in a mask ,
Bury you in the cemetary ,
Or watch ya body waste away in a crematorial ash ,
I'm deadly and mad ,
I'll watch your days come to a halt ,
and destroy you with my extra-terrestrial wrath ,
I'll send you my sorry's ,
and you'll regret the tech in my arms which caught the homi ,
Before your escapades ridin wit robots inside of Audi's ,
I was in the streets tooled up wit bullets inside your shawty

I mock you for your basic shit, you get depressed in a flash.
But I join you in a cypher, you flex ready to snap.
It’s kinda funny how my steps affected your raps;
You’ve gone from fast cars and jewels to “extra terrestrial wrath”.
Thinking ‘ooh yeah I’ll impress him with that!’
I mean, hold the fuck on while I respectfully clap.

Hey, where’s the old Soar? the Limos and gold Soar?
Now you tryna rap actual topics? you sold out your soul, Soar.
Know your own role, Soar. set your own goals, Soar.
Quit tryna spit with a style you stole, Soar.
For real, I mean, that shit’s pretty bold, Soar.
I... try to write about truths which I hold sure.
You... try to write about truths which I hold sure.
Be true to yourself, don’t just do what you’re told, Soar.
On second thoughts, fuck it, give in and fold, Soar, die in a hole, Soar.
Uh, I’ll come split your lip; yeah you know that I’m cold,Soar.