Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

The streets was cooler before the frost hit bags face ,
he’s takin crack at a broads pace ,
This cat couldn’t be hot ,
Even if he had flamin grips on his AK’s ,
You dress and prostitute in order to get paid ,
You could ring ya girl friend ,
Wit a rock around her pinky ,
Soar Kaid buys chicks diamonds ,
Wit the 1 carat top lookin dreamy ,
Your first fling was sleezy ,
She sucked me off ,
like one of those strawberry straws ,
she digs Kaid ,
cuz she likes the gangsta print on my draws ,
If I run ,
the presidential spots open up ,
my glock “safety” off like “locks” not sow’n up ,
I’ll take a nutrino bomb and blow your universe up ,
Closed casket ,
Pay the driver at the wheel when ya hearse pull up

bag

I'll bury you ,
wit ya body below the ground under a dying rose ,
I got the bombs ,
To keep an explosive opener close ,
I’m at ya home ,
Relieving myself on ya chick like a Hose ,
You shootin second rate straps ,
can’t trash your guns when their broke? ,
You hopin I stall ,
From putting grenade shrapnel in ya bladda , (bladder)
I fight with the power of a masta ,
or even a dragon ,
that’ll burn ya body up so they can’t toe tag ya ,
You fawn over my raps ,
like a street straggler ,
You think you hard as a cop ,
But I’ll chuck bricks at ya drop ,
I’ll Pull out choppers ,
that'll blow out the windows on ya block ,
It’ll have you wishin you were a bird on the buildin tops ,
I’ll eat you alive lyrically ,
whether you are ill or not

"Putting grenade shrapnel in your bladda (bladder)" so I'm thinkin... reading...
tryna work out some interweaving hidden meaning,
Then I realised what I was misperceiving,
There's actually no wordplay and you're just shit at scheming,
faggurt (faggot)
Solar thermal system, bars hot as is the day long,
Think Soar earned his wings? Far from it that's just plain wrong,
No knowledge, dead brain matter, start droppin in a grey font,
The fact you think you need brackets shows we are not in the same one,
Your dad used to go to parties & do anal with men,
equality; he'd take it but then gave it to them, the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree - Soar Kaid & his dad both got aids in the end

-Fin-

Style Change... Secret Style Ninja Jutsu Sai Special...

I got the "juice" ,
even in the kitchen I'll "liquify" you wit knives , (leave you bloody…)
I hold a deuce ,
Run in ya house ,
and you find out the metal is spry ,
I’ll take ya girl ,
And throw the Television at her ,
while watchin the Jeffersons ,
You light weight ,
Like “Jadakiss” - “you know who I’m better than” ,
I’m in ya room ,
With a Bucks jersy ,
but I look for a better team ,
I cut that crack on ya couch ,
tryin to get it like Metaying ,
I control the mic ,
passin the basket to get with a better topic ,
I’ll fold ya girl ,
Soar Kaid’s sex “game’s” more advanced with a better “offense” ,
I remember when bullets in that behind was a better toppin ,
If you a real killer ,
wit “military guns” ,
then you had better “rocket” ,
I Forgot to pull back the top on the pistol ,
I better cock it ,
When you got a glock ,
And can’t get rid of a problem ,
Bag ,
you better solve it

“Secret style ninja jutsu”...?
For real, that’s what you do?
Me, I flip for the kicks like it’s wushu,
And my own twist when I’m bringing my moves through.
Dude, you... you got a “sai”?
Pfft... sorry, I gotta sigh.
Besides... honestly, your whole “secret style”s seeming worthless:
I mean, you’re too weak and nervous, ain’t defeat a person...
Plus, you just openly told us all about it, if we keep observant,
So if it’s supposed to be a “secret” style, that just defeats the purpose.

Ninjitsu style? that seems wrong.
I ate bro Kaid’s [eight brocades]; it’s qi gong.

Chambered leg stance... I’mma snap later.
My rap flavour kicking it around heads like a flash gainer.
I’mma down a couple lagers, switch my stance to drunken master.
Soar, you ain’t a “ninja”, just a fucking dancer.
You really think you coming harder than me son?
My tornado kicks cause disaster relief funds.
They say we’re past the battle era...
I’ll keep increasing momentum like it’s capoeira.
How you a “ninja”...? your shit flips
Couldn’t even beat a Slick Trick.

You said your “sex game’s got a better offence”...
Nevertheless, I’m getting the sense
You’re relying on porn [pawn]; it’s essentially chess.
Or you just a sub [substitute/submissive] that gets left on the bench.

They talk ninjitsu like we'll think it's true,
Since it's 808 day I brought a string of kicks too,
Kickstart the day with a bang n wash,
Then I'm out to open hats when I clap at ya tops,
I kickbox em to the floor when I'm not packin a Glock,
You kick boxes cuz ya bored at ya factory job,
Front kick a side kick just to be kickin it off,
Don't want a drop kick do the kick stand n gimme my props,
Get floored in front of your mates, then tribe-called-quest ya fam,
Can I kick him?

Just got this a couple of days ago btw and yes everyone has to know
https://i.ibb.co/ZHWv5Pp/IMG-20200804-201846-2.jpg

He’s gotten rusty, been in some major scrapes...
I’mma leave this bitch as badly battered as his 808.
Mentioned “tribe called quest”, it relates to his new kit...
Please, I mean, it needs more than a Q-tip.

Wait... you relate your 808 to the kick’s precision?
I gotta admit it, I dig the cymbalism.
Guess it means that I’m gonna get ‘beat’ ey?
Nah.. means I’m levels above, so change your tone or decay.

Nah for real, the classic analogue shit, that fits ya...
Coz of how you get beat down by your trans sisters [transistors].

I’m far harder than Bags, more like an armoured crate.
I hope at least your beats are decent, since your bars are bait.
You gonna link us your beats next? gee, I can hardly wait.
My command of a ‘Roland’ would surpass the traits of Charles the Great.

Yo you come with some dumb brags and it’s just sad.
Nah I ain’t “kick boxes”, I punch Bags.
I’ll come make your mum glad...
When I chuck a fucking EMP grenade at your 808 drum pad.
Fuck that, I’mma play a slick assassin...
I’ll stick it in Bags; he ain’t know the shit I’m packing.

I flick two kicks ,
comatose my neighbor wit my hands ,
My fortress is the bay ,
I'm runnin on the hills of the rams ,
I make "points" like tetris ,
layin my bricks out for a "hundred" ,
Lay down my bars ,
I got the raps to you ,
lyrical tricks runnin ,
I look through ya blinds ,
Putting my hands on the grips heavy ,
I’m seein past ya window ,
My eyes in mint shape ,
Ever deadly ,
I pass you with vision ,
When ya neck of the woods below flo , (flo/floor)
I see in the sky ,
Flyin above ya mind in a G-foe retro , (G-4)
Put on my death hoodie ,
Makin these rituals in the grass ,
Bomb you from the clouds ,
You run from focus ,
And die barely an inch from the blast

And die barely an inche from the blast, leave that shit in the past, you're just upset that you had a lovers tiff with your dad,
cuz you want a golden shower n he'll only piss in your bath,
Facts,
You go to church cuz you find Jesus sexy, You bin keen n ready to get penis friendly,
you really creepin, always tryna tweet n text me, Say you got mint shape eyes but they're just green with envy,
Put a lid on all that talkin how you wave these sticks,
Your eyes in mint condition cuz you ain't seen shit,
My eyes are bigger than my belly but I'm keepin roastin em,
your eyes are bigger than your belly cuz you're Ethiopian,

Hi Soar,
like I give a fuck about your eyes Soar,
You're built to get demolished cuz your structure is an eye sore,
I felt inspired by Meth n Math, loved the stuff that I saw,
So straight away I hit your mum n did a number on that ice whore

Your obviously crazy or dim minded ,
tryin to rap but your weak like a dim climate ,
You mesmorized by my eyes ,
but I’m like mike I could care less ,
I’m not Ethiopian I’m African American ,
I just don’t eat from a meat press ,
I suggest you do some research in vegetarianism Mr. one fifty , (your IQ's 150 right?)
Your eye are bigger than your stomach? ,
Now I know why your rhymes are so iffy ,
You suck at lyin ,
Your rhymes leak at the edges for days ,
You’re a punk too ,
that’s why your shook from my criminal ways ,
And lemme address your past comment about me havin aids ,
I’m not “Easy E” ,
But I’m “Easy” in the bed with my chicks hands on my braids ,
You couldn’t get Carmen Electra like me ,
Or surpass the genious scale on a selection like me ,
Your just Mr. one fifty ,
I’m Mr. one fifty one rum ,
Who messin wit me?!?

Stop the presses, I'm addressing/teaching lessons/dropping blessings on a peasant who asked who's messin? I move like Mr.Miyagi do, You in Takashi shoes, waiting for somebody to body you, not going to lie to you, that's what I'll try to do, I'm an animal, I should reside in a zoo, I tried but they decided they wouldn't renew, so then I flew here to get paid, spit shade at some kat wit aids the people say, my flow sick like covid it's best you keep away and everyone's on notice

Ill finesse, simply is the best, I never heard you on beat but your written text, that shits akin to sex, no joke, when you said you're an animal you should reside in a zoo, my mind split in two, I was stood in line just buying some food and whipped my dick out n did the helicopter fly in the queue,
probably think I'm lyin to you, but I respect those who express their real life in their view, and I heard you're the main man at Pride I see the lion in you,
Ill finesse, goes out n his sister's Tims n sweats, in a stress cuz he got rejected tryna finger flex his digipets, "cmon tamagochi let me get my pinky wet", no idea where that came from, I'm Tete a Tete with a cripple, all you want in life is a selection of men you can tickle, your verses wack but your name is an impression, a riddle, cuz it start started like it could be sick but then it end in the middle

Style Change...

Bag your rhymes are off point to the point my aggression is lifted ,
You got a "capped" style for rappers that want you dead in a “fitted” ,
I’m on a mission to kill a fool ,
which is you ,
I pull out the mack to victimize a mandela with a tool ,
You must be smokin some shrooms to you think you better than me ,
You couldn’t be hot in summer with ya hands on fire for better degree’s ,
You better be free at the raps before you even try to defend ,
My clique got my back so I wonder why you try to contend ,
Ya clothes don’t pass the test cuz your paperless for a brim ,
My swag stay on my threads while I’m heavy hittin you with my tims

Give your sister her Tims back n listen a sec,
You're a vegetarian African American, so you think in ya head,
That you'd rather see these animals living than dead,
But have no problem enslaving them for some milk and an egg,
Holy cheddar, that's a mess of a mind fam,
Cuz you can tell your family history way better than I can,
You know these animals all have a sentient lifespan,
Yet here you are being just another 18th century white man

all I eat are vegetables and nothing else ,
with maybe water or some silk milk to a glass that I deshelved ,
Well bag your comin off swell ,
You think I eat factory produced food? ,
Your minds in a messed up hell ,
While you talk to tell my business ,
Don’t fail to mention my face fitness ,
Or the rhymes that I told to ya face wit the braces in it ,
With these flows I erase ventures ,
And your uneducated one fifty “mind” with the “mental case” in it ,
How do you tone my mind? ,
When I’ve explored all of life with one word without a dime ,
Now your outta time ,
This last hit will wreck your scheme chemistry ,
And your left without a rhyme ,
This stuff is definitely a terrible crime…

your move bag!