Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

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