Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

I'm someone you like but don't like to like cuz I highlight you're light,
I don't feel Soar at all I must be flying high off that china white,
You're 'gettin all this money' and hate oppression, you got a block in ya brain,
Oblivious to capitalism and oppression being one and the same,
And fuck gunz v gunz, cuz at the end of the day, If you're keepin the piece you're only spreading the hate,
But I guess that's just the American way,
And yeah I'm all for peace, but that don't mean I'm pussy get ya head right,
Watch ya mouth, get blindsided if you run it like a red light,
I might catch you at ya local diner soar, start exchangin some words,
Then beat-jur-ass-it-could wipe you off the face of the earth

Intelligence is one of my strong points on the block ,
You simplified like a fraction if you think I'mma stop ,
I bring it from the top like a fallin asteroid ,
Causin destruction like a god or as if my name was Pastor Troy ,
I'm the nasty boy ,
Your hilarious like Joe Biden ,
cuz you fallin off is just a matter of time ,
You wanna be presidential in a rally like him ,
kissin old chicks in a line? ,
"Smarty" ,
That surely aint fine ,
You are filth like that company Heinz ,
wit a IQ of 150 genius ,
I bet your socially bright ,
But I bet you lust the dystopia ,
livin between two realities ,
poor and the rich ,
You must have royalties ,
wit that lion insignia ,
measured an inch ,
I'll come through wit the societal crips ,
and bring you luck ,
that makes you not want to speak the time from your lips

I thought IQ's only went up to 140...

You can talk all that shit, but you was never the man fella
I'ma make the murder rate soar, like under Mandela
Damn tell ya, don't know shit about shit, and well ya
weak on your rhymes, I'ma ghost, there's shit I can sell ya
But before this shit, I had the 40 gripped
my ordinance, have you doin what I say like a subordinate

I'll have "roll" "switching" in the garden of eden between Cain or Able ,
also have him sayin ,
"Soar Kaid got a aura so he must be an angel" ,
Forget that buddy ,
Whip the four five ,
blast and watch ya head dangle ,
I'm quick to gun em ,
Its the intelligence curve ,
but I think on a higher angle ,
The SK is on me like a killer or a banger ,
I’ll Choke you out wit a shockin electric cord ,
Like that X-Man Cable ,
The metal will shine on the edge of the razor ,
Cut you up to the point you need god to reshape ya ,
Your in danger

You figure you're sick at spittin raps, congratulations
I'll spit a cap, that'll split and flip ya cap like graduation
You can go fuck yourself, masturbation
Only way you gettin some, preach, pastor mase'n
How I'm bringin god to these kids
on some positive shid. Allod em to live
You'd be wickaed on the track, ya know
scratched and brought back, when I'm DJ tracks that I'm layin

I'll hit you wit a meteor how I'm comin wit heat ,
When I throw a couple ,
I aint talkin bout lovers that's runnin the street ,
I'd put embalming fluid in ya ,
wit ya limbs on the line ,
They'd take you off BET ,
if you spittin those rhymes ,
You a ditz or you blind and need an eye exam ,
I'm Rollin wit a "5" on you ,
you can't see the "die" stand? , (Die as in dice)
I'mma beast playin wit banana clips like its edible ,
I'll send you to hell wit the automatic semi glow ,
You are pitiful ,
Tryin to add little words to the rap code ,
You don't know the science to try to get the straps on
Kill em...

I'll divide yo behind up ,
Do Roll in numbers ,
Ask your school mates for the science to get a soul to hover ,
If they loggin you as a ruler ,
I'm a skeptic ,
till I go to "Africa" and see if you rockin the "puma's" , (killing puma's, wearing puma's)
You's a little junior ,
and I'm big vicious ,
I'm larger than life ,
on a scale of one to ten ,
you missin ten digits ,
Brotha ,
I'll blast your legs off in the explosion zone ,
I'll go through Def Con's bomb's just to blow up ya dome
Got that dude...

Ya rhyme's wack, schemes off
can't get ya time back, watch me speedin off
You're boring Kaid, I should be ignoring Kaid
uppercut him, now you're really Soaring Kaid
You ain't never been on the back block with crack rock
where macs pop but that's where ya girls takin back shots
you can mumble how your gats cocked, but the fact ock
this where your act stops
you got no balls, even if finally your sack dropped

Roll ,
I'm foolish wit a smiffin ,
I'm pullin it fast,
you'll catch more "caps" in ya name than "P"eter "G"riffin ,
I'll destroy you like bag ,
you pipe'n hot wit smoke ,
I'll toast ya eyes like you seen my visuals wit a Kollido Scope ,
Make you drink one fifty one ,
getting ya lungs hot and coarse ,
Soar Kaid ,
I'm score'n in ya goal wit a swish from the top of the court ,
That’s a three ,
I’m on some musketeer game ,
Gun Sword under my fleece ,
Monday through Sunday I’m at you everyday of the week

Soar Kaids from the army ,
aint nobody like me shootin you up ,
Its like basketball ,
put my elbows in ya face ,
bruise'n you up ,
Its plausible wit the math ,
hell is hot ,
I'mma marksman ,
how could you ever dwell in my spot? ,
You should of did weed ,
instead of smellin the rock ,
Now take yourself out by way of an L from the glock

I won't take myself out by way of an L from the Glock,
I took ya bitch out, by the way she took an L from my cock,
Oh shit Kaid from the army, trained to shoot, other people that are exactly the same as you,
Militant dude, militant guts, never made it past Private Soar? What a kick in the nuts,
We're moving out get geared up, be ready in 30,
We just finished washin that brain so don't be gettin it dirty,
Man you really lived the dream, what's not to love about relentless slaughter, followed by a life of post traumatic stress disorder?
I mean all the rapes, the rapes and the rapes from every phallus, and that's before you had even left the barracks, that's why you love the barracks Kaid, they blocked the doors and fucked you & you helped them build the barricade, did you serve trump's agenda or was it barracks kaid? Doesn't matter, you're still a faggot Kaid, wasn't training in desert camo shoutin 'this is my rifle', dude was a chef, he made desserts n shouted 'this is my trifle', then got dicked down

hard

That was nice bag... lol

I'mma have to lay you down like a faulty MMX trick ,
When you fly in the air ,
I'mma gun you down when ya BMX flip ,
I'll talk to you on your strip ,
If you on drugs then that's cool ,
homie take my brochure ,
Or I could send shots through ya wide body Chrysler Concord ,
I'm more of a trip when I'm faded ,
I'll put crack in ya car ,
and you'll get caught by an agent ,
when he aim the special ,
It'll twinkle more than the Canaan ,
I'mma killer ,
So I'll deal with the thrown shade and the hate'n

You're comical, but you'll vamanos when the llama blows
My flow never stepped on, dope, grade A, honor roll
With an okay sign to your raps, I'm inclined to laugh
I could get you suited, booted, pine box to match
You're quite trash, You look like you eat ass
Peep that, I still don't get how you run outta gas

I'll finish you off like a fruit smoothie ,
If it makes you want a law suit against that ,
so sue me ,
But the law don't want to follow your way ,
They either wanna kill you ,
or put you in the slammer for days ,
I'm the type of cat that'll pull out the hammer and aim ,
Picture you in the news ,
wit ya mom's in the scene ,
Wit ya boys and ya body on the the T.V screen ,
Talkin about if they can catch the assailant and see me mean ,
But I’m outside in the hood ,
plottin to kill ,
Take my revolver ,
do another number by spinnin the wheel ,
Throw the gun in the trash with left over hollows in the steel ,
Then I put my hoodie on on the block ,
Walk across the streets ,
wit my other heat on lock ,
Arrive at the trap house ,
I’m tryin to be on spot ,
Get in the kitchen and put the “keys” on “chalk” ,
Put the white on top of your grave ,
You at the bottom of the earth ,
In ya prom tuxedo ,
rottin away

You stuck in one hood plottin' drops with handguns/
Kannabull is killin' politicians international...mad funds with bad puns, key lows in the kitchen met a four ickle tons//
No wonder it's a blunder, tantamount, this kid soar/
(you got about an 🐜 amount oooooh hard core )/
I come equipped with a cherry red whip 2,000 years ago my name was war//
Brother to famine, homie of death, I'm the shadow that haunts with pestilence breath//
You claiming all out you kill to be famous, when a real killer don't give a shit, a real monster is blameless, naturally heinous, put that nonsense bullshit dead in your anus//
Im honestly curious about what you mean with that first line newbie.../
YOUR GONNA FINISH DUDES OFF LIKE A FRUIT SMOOTHIE?//