Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

When you battlin me ,
I swear that I'm not your typical dueler ,
I'll slay you in the jungle with a individual ruger ,
I cause big rappers in the mix to get dense ,
your brains get cold and mind gets stole ,
In the winter with a scent of vanilla on the roll ,
I rap with mended criminal ties in the city ,
You'll get it like a murder scene rendition ,
such a pitty ,
Its hog wash when your raps are in the little league ,
Mentals rippin through to your block with energy ,
I'll mop you up ,
Put you side ways with the clip in my sig ,
Sugar Ray punches to your grill pushin back your lid ,
I'm honest ,
I'll slay you with a tech or a shotty ,
I fingered plenty triggers that dropped plenty bodies ,
Gas shorted from your grips ,
You can't smoke cuz of it ,
Run you over with the polished wi-fi whip ,
People will believe you when mount sinai flips ,
Desert eagle suspended in the air with the talons ,
Watch your chick put make up on with a face of malice ,
CMP's air you out like a military weapon cache Dragon ,
It aint your easy day out like a field day in the hamptons

When I'm through with you ,
Screws gonna hold up your bones ,
When the hammer hit you ,
You gonna think that Thor came off his throne ,
You blast at me ,
then it’s the end of the ropes ,
You go to jail ,
Just don’t bend for the soap ,
We both grown men in for a shave ,
Soar Kaid ,
I get darker than caves ,
Or ,
hotter than hell ,
Body bag you ,
and I still won’t be judged by twelve ,
Have you stuck with shells ,
Melt your body down with Lye ,
So theres no discovery of how you died ,
Homicide from inside of your ride ,
Knife stab wounds in your throat to the side ,
You could be a military cat with the wrestler boots ,
Wear a vest for protection ,
I’ll get at ya group ,
It aint magic when the shotty goes poof ,
And you’ll catch a jaw breaker ,
dentists put a strap on your tooth ,
I’m backwards ,
Throw rice at your wake and grave yard lair ,
Barber shop gunner ,
I’m steady cuttin hairs ,
Dump em where? ,
Over the bridge to the river below ,
Oklahoma Wind Turbine ,
I deliver the blows ,
I’ll hit you fo’ sho’ ,
Cat’s like you always on that turkey meat , (…its beef…)
For that I always have to lurk wit heat

Secret Dimension Slasher Style at X 5

Its like I'm holdin lava in my palms ,
I'm David ,
and your witnessing a god writing a psalm ,
You'll die from the jointed atoms in my bombs ,
I know how you feel ,
its like losin your life to an intergalactic con ,
Your moans are guarded by your pride ,
When I'm hittin your lungs until your chest divides ,
I'm not into your lies ,
I'mma menace ,
hoardin planets in a bag with a gargantuan tie ,
You will die by my throne ,
get killed by my shadow clones ,
I'm frontin laser scopes like the predator ,
enough to rattle bones ,
Its like lightnin blazed into your brains to scatter the zone ,
Kill you ,
And negate the Pi in the zone after the poem (Pi as in 3.14)

If you rumble with me ,
You better have The Hulk on your team ,
I’m takin your head in a clamp ,
Twistin your jaw with the beams ,
I’m throwin hands at your crew ,
Do I think I’m amusin in the least with you ,
No ,
You’re the last I’m worried about little duke ,
Cuz the fights not new makin this a little fued ,
The poetry in this rap is off of this planet ,
This flow is reckless ,
But it aint my best kid ,
Insane speed ,
You ridin against a specialist ,
I’m movin in and out of the scenes ,
With a green tech ,
Green money and green cess ,
Slime fluidity ,
Down your mouth ,
Go and take a throat test ,
I’m just guessin ,
Dude be writin his flows in the mirror ,
See’n if he can be iller than him ,
Get you boxed up tryin get big in the gym ,
you muscle heads get too hype under the rim ,
I have the markings of a killer ,
Rap clans mention that you are like Ben Stiller ,
I been iller ,
Coded with royalty on my back like Sigmond Freud ,
You blew in rap backwards ,
Sittin up here tryin to bake me up afterwards ,
But I see your ploy ,
I up the flow rate now boy ,
I’m a militant ,
Recognize the realness or get killed virb ,
High off weed and in a fiat to drive over curbs ,
Now its you just in it to be G ,
I’m free ,
In it to kill a man and can’t be weak ,
Its proper in the streets ,
Drain your body fluids in a Styrofoam cup ,
Let it over flow uh! ,
Cats are fluent in this district talk ,
Fold you up for your mocasins ,
where ever you walk

I don't know when I'll start givin a fuck, maybe later,
You said it's like you're holding lava in your palms, let go of the radiator,
The only thing your negating is what your ancestors went through,
All for you to exist now, write wack bars n eat pet food,
You know David was a dick, right? So fits you perfect you could say,
Cuz shit got real, he didn't turn the other cheek, just turned and ran away,
So fast he was nearly flyin, scared in case the rebels had caught him,
That's why it suits you, cuz after you take off you're generally Soarin,
Your mum's got a wooden leg, struggles a hell of a lot,
You haven't known hardship til you seen her play fetch with the dog

You think your energized until I pull your plug like a bad fridge ,
I'll eat you alive like a impossible hamburger from the last dibs ,
Go shave your dog hairs off of your back bag ,
You aint no beast ,
I'll scratch you off of the animal list like you lacked tags ,
You playin wit a action figure more heroic than Buzz L Year ,
I’m talkin trash to you about ya looks like hob goblins mirror ,
I’ll choke you out with the key chain around your neck ,
Showin up behind your chair on the porch of your deck ,
I’ll rip you apart like a picture of Taylor Swift ,
And wear clothes from a thread smith that taylor swift

You'll rip me up like a picture of Taylor Swift, I wonder why,
Is that after you found out she was with another guy & had to wave your only chance of love goodbye screaming "I sent you like 50 tweets bitch why won't you just reply?!",
You'll get a body bag that's tailor made,
Like your love letters addressed to 'Taylor Kaid',
It's beautiful how time can interlace this shit,
We were just talkin bout how you being David fits,
Cuz he ran away fast like a fraidy bitch,
And when it's brought to you, you turn Taylor Swift,
Yano cuz he ran away fast n you'd turn tail as swift,
I hate that I have to be explaining this, takes the piss, like the star of a fetish for urination flick,
But I need to cuz I understand your pain's legit,
And you're preoccupied with a celeb mag where the pages stick,
Pillow on your lap, tryna find a new face that fits to tape to it for you to practise procreation with

Haha, good one. “Taylor Kaid”.
Damn Bag, you’re like a cross between Wordsworth and Flava Flav.
Hey, but, wait... she wouldn’t even be Taylor Kaid, he’d be Soar Swift.
You got your facts wrong in this instance, your source whiffed.
Please, I mean, Soar’s more bitch, so it’s all switched.
Shit.
You’re battling Soar, of course it’s going well.
Hey Bag, give the kid a break, he’s only twelve.
Soar, you call your style “tiger claws”...
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...... I call that style ‘giant paws’.
You should try that shit when considering reciting yours.

When I'm tailor made is the time that I enter beast ,
and virb your never astoundin when it comes to bein at least ,
I'll break you down to the meat
and sign your body parts up for a feast ,
I'm air borne yes ,
To the point that I make a Los Vegas retreat ,
You can't see me ,
but I'm on your lawn in camouflage ,
Blendin in with your grass ,
this is the message that I have to pass ,
I'll come out of the shade and give you an early shave ,
with the K put into the mix like Pineapples with O.J ,
OK? ,
I don't even need to address that ,
Find your body pressed up against a trash barrel on the map ,
Get too close to me and get clapped in a second flat ,
Choose wisely ,
Or you'll die after I blast you with the mack ,
You exhaustin all of your raps will also be the death of you ,
I'll never run out cuz I carry magazines of flow like a strap ,
Get it? ,
You know I run these writtens ,
You get your turn taken by me ,
A rap patient more sickened ,
You are more oblivious than a guy with a fidget spinner ,
My rhymes styles confess more than yours like church sinners

You said you're airborne, cool bar, preach,
You're Soarin, flying, there's not a star in heaven you can't reach,
You love high school the musical, you think Zac's the answer,
And virbs right, maybe I shouldn't be such a massive wanker,
So I won't criticize your thirst for passion, laughter,
Or when you say you're not gay, but he is a handsome actor,
You've got a voice, let it sing, I'm sure they'll stand n clap ya,
Plus you're a crackin dancer like Adam Lanza,
You're wasting your talent being an angry rapper,
I bet in glee club you could be a high ranking master,
And you could fuck the other faggots after

Hey, seriously, stop. it’s not Soar’s fault he’s shit at picking hobbies.
Imagine how hard all this must be if your wits are sloppy.
I mean, no, Soar’s not stupid, he’s just different, sorry.
Please, would you expect a dude in a coma to be sick at hockey?
Would you expect a goddamn horse to be a gifted jockey?
Would you expect much from a porn star whose dick was floppy?
For fuck’s sake Bag.

You ought to stop giving him compliments that are sarcastic.
Seriously, Bag, you know that he can’t stand it.
Actually, no, he can’t understand it.
Brother, can it, stop being underhanded.
I reckon just another practise...
He’ll have fucking cracked it.
For real.

Virb your character is missing in action ,
You should spit more like a heretic ,
Just save yourself the embarrassment ,
You enter the ranks and pray for my down fall? ,
When you came into the game I was workin on my first brawl ,
When celph was spittin his glorious flows you was hatin ,
I grabbed that situation up for what it was and started debatin ,
Does virb have his wits on straight? ,
To go against a man like celph for an early grave? ,
I thought to myself ,
Nah this dude aint messin with celph the prince ,
Tropical flower against a political assassin condensed ,
Other than that ,
virb you need to get in the gym ,
I'll work you in seven ways other than what you do to them ,
The proof is in ,
Just because you drop with excessive words ,
Don't mean that I won't beat you in rap with an impressive serve ,
You couldn't impress a herb ,
Seeing your form is messed up ,
Take a lesson from an adept son ,
Your an ameture and you don't write ,
you lease lyrically stressed puns ,
nah I'm guessin ,
Thats just my questionative personality comin out ,
Cuz when you write those rhymes ,
You think you givin me the run around ,
You might think like Michael ,
I ,
weigh a hundred pounds ,
But I spit enough flames in these raps to turn the sun around

Soar's body type like Ethiopian Jesus,
You weighing in at 100lbs, so is my penis,
It's kind of a surprise cuz you stay talkin like you're hench Soar,
Do you even lift? Do you even bench Soar?
Now I'd feel stupid sayin something like I'd put you through a bench saw,
Cuz the wood works all been done you're already built like a bench Soar,
Gets in arguments and has to walk away, because he's not the bigger man,
Goes home, makes a change, and writes a lifting plan, in milligrams,
You know it's all jokes bro, I'd give you a fist bump,
But it'd only make the bones in your already limp wrist crunch,
No matter how balls deep you are in gay chem sex, don't skip lunch,
Or risk the perils of when an easterly wind comes

What the fuck, I was tryna defend you Soar.
No it’s fine, I understand, you’ve never had a friend before.
I was telling Bag not to be so underhanded, and to let you have another practise,
Coz I was beyond shocked that he could ever be so mean to such an utter spastic,
Who always comes with the dumbest tactics...
Like, seems he’s proud of his Celph but not his self and that’s fucking tragic,
And who considers basic rap flow as a special secret style, like it’s something drastic.
Yeah... I was getting mad at Bag for being horrible to Soar.
I think your attempts at conscious lines are pretty comical for sure;
Ah the darned government and their “abominable laws”!
Wait... ain’t words like that impossible for Soar?
Ain’t he claim long words are all tropical before?
I aint seen apostrophe use as anomalous as your’s.
And the writing’s “Tiger style”, and you’ve got problems with the ‘clause’?
Your personality isn’t “questionative”, that’s not a word.
In this context, ‘questionable personality’ is what’s preferred.
I “couldn’t impress a herb”...? hey, see...
I’ll check if you still think that shit when your bae leaves (bay leafs).

Its cool that you were tryin to help me out virb ,
I applaud your highness ,
including the "bags" sherm , (I'm only exploring my flow bag...)
I don't focus on using bad words on people like yall ,
Or even bring myself lower to the point that I fall ,
It doesn't matter what type of raps I use ,
I can flow with any style I choose ,
Conscious ,
basic ,
it doesn't really matter when I rhyme ,
It really gets good when I amp it up to X five ,
and you aint even above 100 sometimes ,
I can't tell you how to do it ,
you have to figure it out on your own baby ,
why would you say basic flow over the internet ,
are you crazy?! ,
Lol they goin get you real soon if you keep talkin like that ,
They'll be bringin the cops to ya house like you sold crack ,
Its a delicate process on how you go on to expose wack ,
Take a hint on all that I wrote and see I never hold back

I aint being conscious over the internet for too long dog... I'm not falling for that one...

You should know that there are worse things than the cops they can do to you for being conscious over the internet. You DON'T want to know. And you won't hear it from me.

Take it as a warning.

and the stuff I write isn't that conscious. Its something different. Conscious is what a lot of people will never get. <-----I'm going to leave that in the form of an opinion cuz I aint takin no chances. Thats just to give you an idea if you get me. I can do it but not over the internet though.