Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Time to add X2 power... Red and Italics...

I take "bag" and I start the crack delimma ,
I sell him like a dime ,
for a pop of "snow" which happens in "december" ,
Seems like bag wants to destroy what I'll do this winter ,
I'mma beast like a grizzly bear for a basketball center ,
You'd be warned what I'll do with this ,
I'll flip the weapon like a ninja student did ,
Show toon Dragon Ball Z ,
givin me a super wish ,
To cause bag to see his rhymes nothing but a clueless diss ,
Watch the ruger pitch a deathly toll to you ,
"sounds" of the bullets to your brain chemicals "s-s-s-s-s"-solible , (make the sound of "S")
You head trip while my skills run 100 years past to a older you ,
Due to this ,
You could pull the frost “out” ,
but that's “in” a colder you

Rabotay? That's so gay it probably has both aids and knowledge of how a man's ass hole tastes,
This an easy one Soar, your writing sucks,
Like the websites this cunts^ tryna push,
You spelt soluble 'solible', seems right enough,
Think you're the greatest & keep gettin U n I mixed up,
Dude don't wanna hear the facts that I tell him,
Just stares like he caught me mid-wank at his wedding,
Add 2X power, raises an understandable question,
How are your maths skills as bad as your spelling?

talkin tough. you never backed your city
B knocked on its side looks like he's rockin two fat titties
tacklin scholars. you aint bout gettin dollars
last time you stuck your neck out. got horse collared
this light work. bullies takin his money
puttin squeeze on B so long he lookin like honey
10 minimum pussy. you struggle the worst
when the two lines in your sig are better than your verse
but congrats on the solo. bet you boast your ego
only thing worst would be to see a sequel

slashe got a little bit of flow...

slashe you could grow like a young man ,
but I only live to smash your growth like a can ,
You'd think I was Milwaukee cuz of my "dire bucks"
Your an animal ,
until you lay down and get killed by a flyin truck ,
Pillsbury cat your sweet as lemon merrang ,
I'll attack you like a boxer ,
endin ya games ,
I'm makin 10 from your corpse after sendin you flames ,
"Pythagorean theorem" when I "square" up to you ,
"bendin ya frame" ,
I'd go with that slashe junk ,
if the "E" was an inch from ya name ,
you wanna show me up by the end of ya play ,
but people see me expose ya wackness ,
then I grin for the day

Gunz vs. gunz. you never held one once
anyone can get wet up using water guns
laughable shit and the vowels stupid
line 4 almost caused bowel movements
bet you beat a few but what else can I say
guess you know how it feels to be me for a day
Square punches. really? quit the game
hit Rock bottom til you forget your name
I get TopBoy. like Asher D & Kano do
haven't found another person who sucks greater than you

Even if you wore your age on a jersy with your name on it ,
had an afro like Doctor J and made plays thats enormous ,
you aint me cuz I'm "soarin" ,
all the way wit the dunk on the court top like I'm Jordan ,
and I'll light it up on a dime in my Air Forces ,
Leave your jaw floored with shots past your face ,
flyin in the coleseum fortress ,
I'll shatter the back board ,
put it back up with a fork lift ,
Slashe aint no match accordin to news sources ,
My raps will lift your soul like hydraulics at play ,
Forget a blind spit ,
I keep the non sense at bay ,
I must not be enough to convince slashay ,
Cuz I could blow a fog horn ,
and his ship would still inch my way ,
well anyways ,
you can come get slayed ,
I'll size you up like a contender ,
then read you like a book when I aim ,
bang!!!

I went thru loops to kill this kid..
Had to be a registered member to do a bid..
It’s a close casket but I’m just fresh with the lids...
I’ll make this Soar Raid drench in blood like his read..
Either cases catching a cases I’m talking travel high..
I fly high Alaska air line while his lines just sore the tread..
Wake up kid this ain’t the walkin dead..u ain’t woke yet..
After I’m done with the slaughter case this leave all ya caption in red...
Dead beat..all I eat is red meat I’m bulk up n yoke out..
Getting brolic kicking knowledge...we ain’t talking bout ether but ur’ll get smoke out..
This a cook out get ya grill N steel ready..when I pop one..ur’ll feel the lead steady..

What you eat with your brain will have you with a spoon ,
Your an example of that ,
You move slow in your flows which will incur a swift doom ,
Cat's like me raps is on straps ,
I don't care ,
I'll bring the onslaught to a beginner on crack ,
To kill you ,
I'll make the explosion in the missle hit you like a car ,
then the destruction of my rhymes move mountains like a star ,
I move in stealth ,
you could have lotus style shadow boxin me ,
and it still wouldn't help ,
Chris Reeves ,
Eye's scorchin and Illiance couldn't jump from it ,
makin him melt ,
The chopper presents a "gift" to your head ,
Then I "slay" it like an "elf"

Move mountains like a star haha we'll just pretend that makes sense,
Thinkin you're heavy but sound all over the place, Kaid-dense,
No joke the kid ballin, at his feet the chicks fallin,
In laughter, cuz he's the only one in Massilon crip walkin,
You don't want it Kaid do me a favour,
You'd be safer in the bath with taser,
Heads I win, tails you lose cuz I'm sonic with the knuckles like Sega,
For 50 cent I'd find you in the club, pull a banger at the bar,
Empty the clip, sound like snoop Dogg, the ladder-da-da-da

Oh so 150 is a hacker... lol... thats cool... but it means nothing against me...

You are fool hearted to start with me ,
I have the slain look and an angel guardin me ,
You think that you can tell the world who kaid is? ,
I don't think so ,
Cuz if you did they wouldn't believe you ,
the unfamous ,
you reach for the stars ,
I reach for the universe with an unbelievable grip ,
You spend nights hackin ,
So you can make ends meet with a chip ,
I'm regarded the king pin of existence ,
Governments can't find me ,
but hackers like you see a marker ,
then follow the distance ,
I aint cool with the women ,
they ignore me cuz I look too hot ,
Chicks can't handle me ,
So I go with female angels with nice tops ,
uh ,
Its dramatic ,
how you think I'm the kid to beat ,
in any way or fashion I'll destroy you ,
and mince the beef

Dope.
Anyways...


Yeah ok... I’m more than sure...
All mortal whores are bored of Soar, but the angels and him got this raw rapport.

Dude’s a Soar loser, at least learn to fail better.
That was barely even rap, just an array of letters.
‘When hell freezes over’ is my favourite weather.
But “I look too hot” coz I stuffed a coat with angel feathers.

I fuck with a succubus, “women angels” are cowardly.
I flirt with disaster, arrange dates with valkyries.
I take trebuchets to heaven’s gates, breaking boundaries.
When I’m testing mettle it’s some basic alchemy.
“When Virb sees this one it’ll make him proud of me!”
Why do all these dumb fucking laymen bow to me?
Bitch, at least accept fate accountably...
You’re shit, but it’s not like you ain’t allowed to be.

Prepare for a could-apply-to-anyone lyrical passage, (wtf lyrical passage?!)
Cuz beef between the English didn't get em all speakin our language,
See my kicks? Jordan's - shit is a fact,
Your kicks? Jordan's - and you gotta give him them back,
Different swag, you rock your grandads hand me downs,
God said you need a defect, you said "Ok, hand me downs",
I referee'd a disabled football match, had to send one of the downies off,
Said "I know he's retarded, but no contact & he went down, he's off",
Check, Your girl says that I look quite nice, thinks I'm a hot dish, Mumbai spice,
Rude boy both of your parents are junkies, Your dad likes crack and your mum buys spice

Drink this half & half bag... if you didn't know half & half is a form of milk.

You love playin music miss ,
I say your "down syndrome" melody is the "stupidest" ,
Far from stress soothin ,
Thinkin about that trash ,
I start holdin my brain like I'm losin it ,
I'll rock you in the jaw ,
So tighten ya mouth like your tube'n spit ,
If you wanna be a liar then lie ,
I'll take you off meat ,
put you on a diet then die ,
Soar Kaid ,
my power remains flyer than a ride ,
Bring you a taste of this criminal ,
with cyanide on the side ,
You aint gotta speak ,
dummy press play ,
You breakin ya “Jordans” in ,
runnin from S K , (Soar Kaid) ,
I move like I’m slick ,
so I’m hot on the scene ,
I got that stroke game for your chick ,
Braught's over ween’s , (braughtworst, you know)
now I’m inside your mom's like a dream ,
instigatin a ten four ,
then dead you like a cop with the beams

@ Bag... Haha, safe cuz.

Your girl’s “Mumbai spice”... don’t take this the wrong way...
Please, I mean, she used to be a bomb bae.
Lots changed.

“Prepare for a could-apply-to-anyone lyri...” Bitch, shut the fuck up and rap.
“Beef between the English”? Nah... but I’mma come with mustard gas.
Fuck that, it’s just rap, and dude’s just a scumbag.
Keep cracking dad jokes. I’ll come make your mum gag.

Diss me, I ain’t give a shit, we’re both some grown ass lyricists,
His girl’s a tramp and sticks with Bag. that’s a bindlestiff.
Simple shit, you’re busy writing homophones...
But you’d scrap that to have chats if a... uh.
You joking about downs, and that’s some shit I don’t condone,
But god said you need a defect, you said you had a load at home,
Your order: hold the intellect and add an extra chromosome.
He said ‘you want a different gift?’, you asked him for a Toblerone.

Fucking hell Bag, a “lyrical passage”?
I’m surprised you ain’t call it a syllable package.
Bitch, you can send me a writ for the damage;
I’m the reason your folks have a difficult marriage.

Back with the keys so you in trouble too
V postin twice is only way you see a W
cant believe this site still allows the lames
but if your blowin smoke its goin down in flames
all personal. guess you gotta over reach
I'd brush the dust off n leave you lookin like tumbleweeds
get the spoils awards. U get the hatchet
you blossomed to the point your lookin rancid
immature keys barely move me
its so young it'd cast the next cuties movie.