Re: Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher
Soar... You’ve got no other voice but your colour choice.
On URL, when the rappers’ talents are listed with their battle statistics, your only said strength would be ‘chromatically gifted’.
Soar Kaid... on his more forlorn days he’ll bust out the storm greys or the fawn beige with a taupe fade, and when his text’s in red it’s to let us know it’s all raw rage... could one dude ever throw any more shade?
Re: Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher
You You You hurryin in front of my iron to escape ,
After I blaze you ,
I aint concerned with the last breath that you take ,
Your not a fan ,
get out of my face ,
The 9 is shootin like a star ,
in outer space ,
You can't beat the AK shots ,
When you die ,
they'll put yellow tape up to vacate the block ,
You don't want to see me in a black drop ,
In a dead red interior with the black stocks ,
Neck tie flow ,
I'll bring the gauge to ya throat ,
Exercise the trey pound in a crisp tee and the loafs ,
Soar Kaid aint no joke ,
I'll shoot the automatic reckless at you ,
until your smoked
Game...
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Bag your a genius ,
who raps about me all the time ,
But beatin me would never cross your mind ,
you are blind with your naked eye ,
Even though your beyond one thirty two ,
Your mentality is never burnin through ,
even with my one hundred or Ex two clues ,
You look for money that you get ,
But I took it yesterday ,
now I'm rich ,
I went to buy a gun with the dough ,
Then imagined the tech shootin you with a glow ,
If I see you walkin down the street ,
its over ,
The power of the bullets will blow out ya shoulders ,
If your that smart with your brain ,
Runnin from my heat might keep your life the same until I find you a-gain ,
Next time ,
The shells will push your chest out of its frame
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Soar kaid àgain?, Fuckin lame, I bust for the fame this time
Who I am? This Lion, king of jungles, sing if you want to, I hunt when I come through, buzzards flying over a body in a desert, Now I'm playing popi with your kids watching cartoon network, when they grow up I'll have them selling rocks on the block, show em how the sets work, this could be fiction, but due to their moms addiction she out there, trickin, ain't been home in years and nobody claims she's missing, I always know where she at tho, cuz I'm her pimp man, got a strong pimp hand, whatever you wanna call it, she was all in, sometimes she got whooped for reckless eyeballing, that doesn't happen often, if it did I'd put her and them kids in a coffin ya dig, I'm talking crazy and reckless, check every mark on the checklist, I'm set trippin, I'm the Alpha dog, I don't respect pippen, I neglect the woman in my life which leaves them wet and dripping, go ask my wife, that bitch crazy, Her mom drives a Mercedes and that bitch hates me, is it sick if I wondered if her clits tasty? And this the craziness you facing, kill kill kill ha ha ha like Jason
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Your dads facial spasticity gives him an excellent death stare,
Walks around, shirt open, afro pick in his chest hair,
You once tried to take it, he hit you with a deck chair,
And fucked up Ill chin like Chinese health care,
While I'm on that oriental shit I came to flash like Ming do,
You fishin for a meal, good, right now I'm makin Fin soup,
Shits true, your last verse didn't leave a lasting impression,
Fam you couldn't body Soar with astral projection,
Piss poor, gall stones, bladder infection,
It's a long way to the top, so you can get this ladder extension,
Bit of a reach, but at least I'm not a bitch n a leech, called Fin cuz he appear n scare all the chicks off the beach
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Eat out with your dough ,
As a matter of fact ,
get on a diet ,
Sit at a restaurant ,
choke on food and never experience the hymlick , (hymlick maneuver)
I'll burn ya body to a fillet'd crisp ,
when you go to hell to fry again ,
You can tell them who Kaid is ,
Nighty night bag ,
Time for a deep sleep ,
Your kind to your demons in your dreams just to keep peace ,
But they often hawk you ,
Ok ok ,
its a nightmare ,
and astral realm authorities grey chalk you ,
When a gang member rocks you ,
You pay a toll for the life that you lead ,
No options for you ,
Cuz you throw out ya fists at an unfortunate speed ,
your out of luck with that ,
Just tell yourself you could have done worse ,
I second it ,
Cuz sendin out better shots would put them in a hurst ,
Bag can't see kills like killers ,
you aint built like that ,
I'm a hitter ,
I go harder on the mat ,
bag your dead weight ,
cuz your hurryin to get out of pocket ,
you need to get your head straight with better offense
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Better offense, here's a partition to show the lower class that I'm split from,
Or even better a fence, like the one your sexuality sits on,
You're a kid, and I appreciate you think I do that or do this wrong,
So maybe I'll listen to your life advice once you've actually lived one,
"When a gang member rocks you" you're right I believe,
Human traffickers that decided on silencin me,
Once I rumbled their shit n blew the whistle like referees,
That's not just for a bar fam that's life that I lead,
Combine that with all the bars of yours I decided to read,
And you'll finally see, I'd rather be living a nightmare to be dying the dream,
You show foolishness, mention the devil n think the shits cool,
Who got his red dot on their forehead? Silk da Hinn-do
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Secret Sparking Mind Style at 110...
When you throwin hot baseballs to my oven mits ,
will be the time you finally mention my government ,
You couldn't destroy my battle grounds ,
cuz an MC like you aint sellin crack by the pounds ,
If I strangled you ,
Your whole conscious would sink into darkness ,
Cuz your life's ripple effects got me in your water marchin ,
I cause delusions like the lochness ,
and your attempts to hide from them is insignificant ,
When I move in your direction ,
you see my attacks are deliberate ,
Bag you speakin out of character once again ,
and I'll spark how you act when I strike in the wind ,
I'll cause your bowls to erupt ,
and leave your stomach sunk ,
any tries to leave a mark on my world will be met with malice ,
cuz I'm stoppin bag as the champ ,
you aint no challenge ,
then all you hear is silence ,
I'm never over ruled goin over 100 gainin milage ,
So you think I'm childish? ,
I'll take your mentality to a age that you can't begin to behold ,
in your current state bro ,
I'm a computer compared to your wild wild west flows ,
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I always consider how I’ll write rhymes best in future.
Soar considers how he’ll write rhymes best in fuchsia.
If Soar battles in deep blue... the expressive mood’s a depressive loser.
If I’m battlin’ Deep Blue... I’m testing moves of a chess computer.
Soar’s energy can ‘super kaleidoscope’.
While my energy’s ‘can supercolliders cope?’
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118...
virb your a coward ,
Like you forfeited your car for horse power ,
With your vagina ,
The doctors said suck the semen out with that leech ,
The imagery the only thing you hope frontin in your speech ,
Strawberry bullies in the street punkin the bravery out of your seed ,
I'll smoke your sicamore like roaches crumpled up with autumn leaves ,
Its Secret Tiger Claws Style time comin to pounce your breed ,
Your speakin with your butt despite your mouth to breathe ,
I'm puttin venom in your air pipes ,
I feel like a doctor ,
My gun has a computer processor and a metal hopper ,
The glock gleam is an impression guaranteed to change your posture ,
I'll smoke you like a brick ,
till the chips fall on the cloth of my Roca (roca-wear)
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Secret Ultra Instinct Style At 120+...Some of the sentences don't have pauses!
You go against me
and wonder whats the worse that could happen ,
but you don't know about the glock next to ya Fila Jacket ,
You rap like a ameture ,
why was that brought for? ,
Cop porshe
Bought four
I run the manner as the top lord ,
I made enough flow for the guiness book of records
cuz I'm magic rated ,
You'll get your head severed like the canaan ,
Honestly did you think I'm a bad typer? ,
I'm fast and keying past a hundred ,
plus your boy has cyphers ,
Virb you battle wrong
cuz the beat aint ridin with your lyrics ,
For that you range from wack
to drinkin spirits ,
I'll make your rap flow seem suspect ,
Anybody cruisin by me past my speed
I aint had a brush yet ,
speak through a mega phone
but you still aint reachin my astral throne ,
I'm the Edgar Allen Poe of these brutal battle poems
What!
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"Some of the sentences don't have pauses" burn n die,
Shame there isn't a fast forward to when you learn to write,
About as revolutionary as ball n a cup, appallin as fuck,
How don't you know how to spell 'amateur', you've been called it enough,
"You don't know about a Glock next to ya fila jacket",
All you know is when you see a cock you want to feel or jack it,
You're in the mirror tryna be the spittin image of a spitters image,
But bad luck, cuz real grit'll put a split up in a mirrored finish,
No one said you're bad at typing you intrinsic weener,
They just said you write like your English teacher was a Hindi geezer
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Originally Posted by
Bag Mandela
Shame there isn't a fast forward to when you learn to write,
nah I'm just changing my style up... Gotta spit something a bit different bag!
Secret Killer Realm Style at X 3 with flow
I'll kill the mainstream of your thoughts ,
Rap with momentum and put your brain in a box ,
I'm all around your mentals with my words ,
The Super Glock will expell your body liquids on the curb ,
My raps gargantuan in size like a fat chap ,
I'll take your G chromosome out of your head so you lack that ,
My flows sicker than aids in the body of a pack rat ,
I'll run over you like football to stack stats ,
You eat over sized turkeys for your thanksgivin? ,
I'll clap you like Brown James and start to grave diggin ,
Its a man thing like sexin a chick that bag aint hittin ,
I'll destroy you in the Y2K and that will only take minutes ,
villians like you get a stab of the golden sword ,
I'm the golden lord ,
Now that I'm flowin ,
Rap Battles is the coldest board ,
Why you mad cuz I keep thick-chicks
and got a bunch of condoms that I stick-with ,
I'll blow you away with a Large Tech like a Big-Crip
Or size you up with a vintage gun that'll push your lid-in
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Secret Chill Star Style...
Bag the food on the table is out ,
Pull that thanksgivin turkey off the top of your mouth ,
You eat chitlins and greens mixed wit sour krout ,
That food together is sick ,
you know I won't go that route ,
Bag I caught you out in your ride ,
wit my cuz tez by my right side,
You was using your cross signal turnin ya wheels ,
I wanted to catch you then show you the deal ,
But you was goin too fast for me and my dog ,
We thought about runnin at you
but the distance was long ,
Next time we said we goin jump bag ,
Walk a mile down the street to find him on the ave ,
How you goin enter a ladies salon outta ya whip? ,
You goin look wrong inside cuz that fashion for you aint legit
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Your cousin tez fucked your uncle des,
Their hobbies include booking rooms with double beds,
And doing BDSM shit with wooden pegs,
But things haven't been the same since he upped his meds,
Now he's picking you up in his whip, "just for fun" he said,
Made your faggot heart flutter when you brushed his leg,
Had you acting coy, blushing red,
So all that "you were driving too fast" - you twinks wanted to go fuck instead,
I drive a Volvo estate, you know I wasn't reaching jet speeds,
You just went to drain, and wake up in one of, tez tees