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Old man Bag's got a fascination,
Calling Kaid a Fag, it's infratuation, I see-
He fucked who? Oh he did too?
Thinly veiled insults mean what? We can see right through..
And wait - ain't nobody said twinks since the 80s,
Chattin' BSDM, ain't fucking seen no ladies.
My Jag trumps your Volvo, your bars are fucking awful,
Deading Man' like dodo, laid to rest in So-Ho.
Heart fluttering, blushed, shit I'm done with this chump fam,
Just sorry that I had to be the one to body-bag man.
"BSDM" "So-Ho" "Infratuation" I won't waste 10 lines spelling it out,
Come on Soar you really need a second account?
BTW bag... I am not sandeep. Nice joke though...
Forget you talkin about tez like your able ,
I'll shoot you with my U.S.A colored socks on my ankles ,
That means I'm ballin like its Streets Volume 3 ,
afterwards you can catch me robbin a Brinks truck in a two piece ,
Hindsight is 20 20 ,
I'm takin bags ends out of the bank to have money ,
So whats about it is ,
afterwards you'll feel like a dummy ,
I'm gunnin at you to blow the shots in your eye ,
You'll need more than glasses to bring your sight back riiiight , (add emphasis on the "I" 's)
You aint ripe like a light green lime ,
I'm studyin guns ,
so I can properly hit you with the fourty five ,
After your done with me ,
I'll have you coated in a straight jacket ,
Jumpin in and out of it like you dancin at a Pagent ,
Yes ,
I'm so calice ,
Ya girl say I got that golden eye in bed ,
like when double-oh-seven sexed Janice ,
Bag you know I got your broad
and she sittin in line for me to feel on her bra ,
I kill brotha's like you to be a criminal lawd ,
You aint gotta rush the game to play your cards
Cuz I already got a Royal Flush ,
Your just waitin for the god to turn you back to dust ,
thats all I trust ,
even though you drink out a can of Pepsi ,
You got the rap instincts of a fish ,
you aint deadly ,
Monkeys like you try to get freebee's outta people at the zoo ,
But I got a banana clip that will peace your attitude ,
I got dough ,
like I'm the only cat gettin pop corn cheese ,
I'll pop your tee and get the cops on murder spree's ,
I push a drop top Buick ,
got my homie tez printin pictures of bag dead pulled off of a Hewitt , (Hewitt Packard computer)
I'm puttin screws to ya ,
This is a chop shop written ,
I'll move your life to the hen house you little chicken ,
You feelin frigid yet? ,
Cuz I study cold death caused by the wess ,
I'll make your dogs well behaved to the point their motionless when I hold the tech's
You’re letting him get in your head, why’s that for?Quote:
Originally Posted by Bag Mandela
Awake for days afraid of Kaid, just tryna pop to the shops is a mad chore...
Imagine Bag at the damn store: is that Soar? is that Soar? perhaps that man in the hat’s Soar, or maybe that crackwhore?
Maybe that cat’s Soar? damn, in fact perhaps your dad’s Soar? or maybe he’s laying in wait with a bat by the back door?
Virb the weights you liftin aint gonna get you that spot ,
I'll have you took from a shot out of my drop ,
How could you ever see these free's? ,
When you navigatin through your heavy metal on MP3's ,
I see you in that Ryan Seacrest ride ,
I'll blaze you like I do villains on a PS 5 , (Playstation 5)
You know I’m known to give lean L’s ,
The judge cited me for makin you eat green shells ,
I’ll let you drink the milk after your Cocoa puffs ,
Then I’ll put this cat in the dryer to fry him up ,
I’m rappin at you while you sit on the couch ,
then pull the smiffin out about an inch to ya mouth
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Originally Posted by Soar Kaid
A pathethic comparison, with no reply.
Me and this kid Kaid ain't nuthin' alike.
All this explaining your bars, cos they make no sense,
I got it raining so hard, ya can all get drenched.
You wrote 45 lines, no punches just jokes, damn...
Didn't they say to take it easy when you toke, man?
You must be high, if you think I,
Would ever let these weak ass bars, just float on by,
"Use a dryer to fry him" - yo I ain't lieing,
think this dude needs to Google mo',
the irony of explaining Hewitt - fucking Hewlett bro.
You don't bag shit, we're not the same,
Spitting Mario bars, got no game,
Riding that ball-bag so hard, you on full-flame,
And I ain't even squeeze yet, this just take-aim.
Holy fuck, everybody stand back,
Sandeep bout to blow up like an unattended back pack,
No joke, I didn't know you're writing was that mad,
Really "got it raining so hard" well I better get this Sand bagged,
Virb seemed like he was proper offended, but I, if I'm being honest, respect it,
Cuz that's your second account crew n you've got to protect it,
The mob want me dead, for real, so
no homo n add pause, if someone rolls to my back door, I'd be hopin that that's Soar, n for acting hot headed Sand I'll be exposin ya glass jaw
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Originally Posted by Bag Mandela
Yo, the jaw ain't glass but the tongue is silver,
I use it to make your bitch come and quiver.
My money is Arab, I Bust-a load on her back,
Banked more than you'd do in your life, that's a fact.
And this second-account shit... what is this?
The only second account I got is pure business.
So let me go ahead, set it straight for the record, G,
I wouldn't join up with these guys if they begging me.
I wrote this yesterday and dozed off... sorry bag :boxing:
Compare me to uncut, I'm that raw
The matador, in a colliseum like nassau
I know your type, everytime you rhyme I'm like is that all
In one battle logged I outclass your entire catalog
My bands width can make your data pause
I know I got a gift but I wonder if the kids are that evolved
Then I take one look at your sig, my nig, whoever's after Lost
This real rap
Where niggaz get killed by getting their wigs peeled back
You not gonna feel jack, then in the afterlife
You'll see Nelson mandela and his wife
He'll ask why you wasn't acting right
Would alert you that you had to fight, or he'll hurt you
I thought well that's polite, it's virtue, heavens to gertrude
hell for bag in a handbasket that doubles as his damn casket
Sandeep89, next in line, next up in this bitch
Once I get in the weeds you'll proceed to be 86'd
The gist is logistics predict you won't exist
Long kiss, with a dick in your mouth so it must be a hit
I'll tell the pigs I don't know nothing, I plead the 5th
I'll walk if I don't talk cuz they don't know shit
Just another day around the way on the strip
Back in the day to slow the Jay we'd put honey on the tip
Make a play if money was getting gripped
This fine ass shorty shortly will have something running from her lips
Technically those people are your bros and sis
Who is this? I'm your dad, I'm in the next room on the laptop
Can you come over and help me enable the ad block
Thanks son :hugitout:
Your washed up in rap and I can't make you think ,
You can lead a horse to water but can't make him drink ,
I suppose you like sizing up Collosus ,
Thats a dream of yours ,
But you aint riding wit the bosses ,
You just off siding on the offense ,
I'm hittin this baseball way past the diamond ,
Then it soars outta the field where nobody can find it ,
Thats what I do when I'm rhymin ,
And your lost in transition like the climate ,
let me dim the curtains so I can have sex with your wife ,
The next day ,
I get ready to spit what I did on the mic ,
Chump ,
I bury those that pull a scope or a pipe ,
at my fam ,
afterwards you might as well have gambled your life ,
I'll leave you leakin on your back ,
Find a sewer ,
then I toss you in a glad bag ,
after "Iran" through ya chest wit the guns "Iraqed" in "bagdad" ,
then people say its war ,
how the shells dropped you a tad fast ,
You aint no better than nobody else ,
thinkin like that could get you spied on wit the stealth ,
I could take all of your wealth , , (2 pauses)
Even if you livin lavish wit a swiss accounts help ,
You've been advised for your health ,
Don't take it all out of the mix ,
when you enjoyin life and tryin to juice every bit ,
Thats realness ,
and its somethin I ride on with ,
like my Python tips
Soar kaid, I'm always mistakingly calling you sour
Is it accurate? If you factor the chapters
Immaculate afterwards on my path smacking nerds
With spectacular vernacular, my impact is what you lack
My dicks imprint made her change her mind in an instant
Now you know why she's distant, trust me
This about to get super ugly
Except there's no condoms on the babies car seat
When it was time to skeet that's when she started to eat
What a way to start off my week
And now this geek wants to reach, please, give me 6ft
You don't have the permission to speak to elites
If I run into you in these streets I'll leave you deceased
Your body temperature decreases and then your soul releases
Family and friends grieving, they think it was for no reason
Maybe it was my fault and I'm just working out some demons
I once had a girl that was cheating
Now soar kaid's maid is very discreet wherever meeting up
We get a bite to eat, a suite, in the sheets she leaks as I beat it up
Then I send her back to you, and you be like "Damn you deep as fuck"
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Originally Posted by Ill Finesse
Your immaculate, spectacular vernacular?...
Shit, somebody call a doctor... it's an emergency.
Fin's gonna murder me, burning me til I'm 3rd degree,
I'm gonna need surgery urgently - it's funny.
Ill's reading from a book called Rapping for Dummies.
Let me re-arrange your name, pop the I in the middle
Bars more inline with them rappers called Lil'
All so very high, that their minds have been whittled,
So when you hear their rhymes, it sounds like, non-committal.
See, if I'm sucking your dick, while you're fucking my sis,
While you're both our Dads, then this shit is priceless.
I know you ain't reading, and I ain't Reid-ing,
This ain't pornhub, shit I ain't feeling.
I've got nuthin' to do left, but to lay you to rest.
Murdered by Sandeep with some real fucking ill finesse.
How you gonna talk about names rearranged, when...
Fuck a play pen, Sandeep’s mixed up; I was raised in an ‘apes den’.
You switched up ‘ill’ to ‘lil’, fucking hell, if that was me..
I’d be like... Sandeep’s mixed up, you can check his ‘pad n see’.
I could show you how to rearrange ‘ill finesse’ with the right rhymes...
Nah, fuck that, I ain’t throwing ‘S lifelines’.
You askin for a beatin when you go against Kaid ,
You hittin up an avalanche to fall on your brain ,
I'm shootin at about a 90 percent sharpness ,
My raps never leave you starvin ,
I'm ridin like a space ship ,
I got shields for your rockets ,
I'm doin this proper ,
Games get played in the cypher every so often ,
So I'm bringin the guage to your head to be cautious ,
Your chest gets mended after I blazed it ,
I'd make you die from this sickness without a hospital placement ,
Raps you makin belong in the trash with bad animation ,
Your offense is off ,
Don't trip over your own laces ,
These guys eatin your food virb ,
especially me ,
Enchilada to your throat ,
thats the mexican piece ,
You bringin candy bars to a prison system ,
Now put your ears to the street when you listen ,
I polish these flows ,
and virb is fallin out of rap ,
honestly though ,
I rap with my foes ,
And it aint a friendly pose in my penny lo's , (penny loafers)
this cats knows ,
when I say 4 ,
I pulled an eagle , (in golf)
then its all in ya hole ,
the bullets barge'n in those