Diss the bitch above you!

[KZK]

workin for the city , u pretty nifty, critikal naw
the only thing critikal is u changin ur rhymes cuz all that mess up in ur head got u climbin w/ clause
21 still full wit imagination like u ridin the clause
im filled wit motivation for ur determination is my cause
Pause, i dont even need to think about ownin ur filler spit
cuz filler spit, is filler shit , wit nothin close to critikal conflicts
a convict, stfu, u prolly live by the beach or somethin
mmaaaaallllllllliiiiiiibbbbbbbbbuuuuu stfu dude, u amount to a critikal mass of nothin
its bothersome to come across a stupid 21 year old and own em twice
he gets a lucc of the rhyme like some lucc of the dice
i aint got lucc im born skilled, like turnin water into wine

[Relic]

dude is wack, iono why he tries in such things
his skills are hittin a brick ball.. like the re-up skin
he's wack, so ima break him when i flow g
i'll be snappin his arms off like a plastic trophy
ima tell everyone about ya, to who kid?
it'll be like a perverts webcam when i broadcast how wack this dude is
man you suck, shiiit, you can't flow for fuck
postin open mics? we all wish you'd close them up
its clear your clumsy, 'n i'm gonna rip you son
your mind frame is gettin smashed worse than a picture one
yea we now know you're poor, you're lame dude
you're nothin but a square like a nintendo gamecube
when you write 'n think you're good it's too insane
puttin pen to pad? nah, we wish we could put it through ya brain
ima punch ya dome piece, 'n you won't be lovin it queer
my fists are like headphones, two things that cover ya ears
one day is a poor topical, i'm wackin it kid
the closest you've got to illy is collabing with him
im bangin ya girl, but you're stupid 'n got no fly play
i mean, your wit is missin more than your wife on fridays

[CRITIKAL]

hahaha! this dude so original! critikal condition?/
how many times have I heard that line?/
its so lame, shows me your not competition/
I've graduated from the streets/
you helped me get homocide, in the first degree/
left you in a red shirt like first year ballers/
break'n the dog chain, is the only time you pop a collar/
and when did you get a brave heart cuz?/
I torture you like your name was Mel Gibson/
I'm your master, KZK don't be 'fraid/
treat you like I'm a pastor, you get prayed on like a mantis/
put you six feet deep, cuz I take you for grant-ed(granite)/
I make you and these bullets run together like water colors/