Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[Soar Kaid]

I don't steal lyrics ,
I steal rappers souls ,
I keep peace keepers ,
and shot guns since I need to divulge ,
Enter the clips in this gold AR ,
I'll pistol whip you ,
and then name off the rappers I stole so far ,
theres no need to be hard like dope ,
Like drugs I'll get you high ,
then drag you low ,
I'll put you in stitches like golfer tee's ,
when I shoot the guns off ,
you sigh see'n I'm cold with both of these ,
You die after daily livin with disease ,
Death will grab you ,
god will sentence you to eternally bleed ,
I'll just smirk at you ,
cuz puttin on a poker face makes it hard to believe ,
I'm here to win it all ,
takin the diamonds and gold outta ya reach ,
what will you do ,
when the money that you hold becomes none ,
You should then suggest death to yourself ,
Walk the street conspiring to shoot yourself with a gun ,
I'll be there to see you slain ,
Argue with that ,
oh I forgot ,
you've already finished digging your own grave

[Virbius]

Nah I ain’t “digging my grave”, that’s a trench for the frontlines.
You “steal rappers souls” but I already dumped mine.
Got “a gold AR” so you know that shit ‘bucks’ right.
“No need to be hard” for this kid to get ‘stuck’, like...

Why these younguns come up acting like they’ve already lived enough?
“shot guns since I need to divulge”? ...a shiv’ll spill his guts.
I’m in the cut; the fastest swordsman, carving portions;
Tryna live it up but my liver’s fucked so I harvest organs.
And I could sure tell you some stuff about my last performance,
But then I’d sound like Celph listing off his past endorsements.

“Death will grab you”..? I ain’t seen the proof yet.
That bitch tried it once... caught a suplex.
My new improved flex... forget about knife crime...
Now I’ve got a nice scythe and infinite lifetime.
Yours is more like your lyrics... meh, guess it’s fine, aight? [finite]

“God will sentence you to eternally bleed”?
Nah he tried that shit once, got converted to me.
Then I made the world how I preferred it to be,
Brought in famine, war, murder, disease.

[Soar Kaid]

Virb you talk like you seen multiple deaths before ,
You must of been on a cross ,
its a shame ,
eternal death is ya reward ,
I'll slay you out in the war fields ,
bullets shootin at ya head ,
cuz its deadlier to hit you with steel ,
Lay you like you was out on the lake ,
Drown you out in the water ,
watchin the tides erupt on ya face ,
You'll be runnin from your own death in a race ,
It'll swiftly catch up to you ,
and multiply your sorrows for days ,
I switch up styles fast like tommy gun clips ,
blastin ya body ,
leave you there ,
and I'll watch nature move your soul in the winds ,
Virb is confused askin why does Soar Kaid sin ,
I'm attackin ya thoughts ,
its elementary to think that these moves do you in ,
Slip ya spinal cord outta place ,
now your life span looks slim ,
put your body in a box ,
then I close the rim

[Virbius]

Sure, sure... Soar’s sore...
Writes about Porsches but can’t afford Ford.
His chips getting smaller and smaller like Moore’s law.
I’ll take a blade to this vegetable, like, more slaw?
And yeah I ain’t shot a gun, never met a four four,
But it don’t matter, bitch, that’s what a metaphor for.
This christian ass, sure to call door to door.
I’d say he gets sonned, but it’s daughtered, or..?
My crew’s some sorta hoarde.
your crew’s sum... sorta whored.
I already taught ya [torture], I bring war to boards [waterboards].
Glad I ain’t ‘Celph Taut’, I bring more to boards [mortarboards].

This your rise and fall; you’ve got the worst cadence.
Bet you’ve been through some shit. in your church basement.
Last time I flipped your shit and reversed statements,
But I ain’t need quotes to show Virb ate em. [verbatim]

[Soar Kaid]

Soar Kaid will leave you sicker than a coma patient ,
they put AIDS in ya body ,
and give you a bad face lift ,
Make you look like Michael Jackson at fourty five ,
you could be scarin folk wit ya grill on a tour live ,
I'm tellin yall that I'm on a money trip ,
I'll buy a Smith N Wesson ,
Silencers and slugs what I'm gunnin wit ,
Blaze Virbs top ,
He doesn't know the talons comin in ,
Cuz the potato's on ,
and a lone shooters runnin it ,
If you clash with what they call me ,
the arcade ,
I'll take all ya coins virb ,
"Playin" me will put you in the grave ,
I'll put the rock in ya way ,
Take the safety off ,
And syphon your blood out with the guage ,
You'll get ether in ya dome ,
Attach the spiritual fourty five to ya soul ,
Tears makes a entrance in the scene ,
your sweat gets a touch of the chrome ,
I’ll Kill you for removal ,
and my bullets shatter your bones ,
I aint just comin at you with a little bit of force ,
My punches will rock your world ,
while the “hooks” accelerate in “torque”

[Virbius]

This is easy, bitch, I’m so complacent, laid back as “a coma patient”...
Ok that’s an overstatement. sleep on this, you won’t awaken.
You train, along the same lines. you don’t know your station.
Plus you going the wrong direction on the road to greatness.
Bet you boast to neighbours about flow and cadence and on most occasions they ain’t show amazement.
Bro’s mistaken...total layman... he’s not dope or dope adjacent...
I’m the local shaman with the smokes for payment, puffing ghost arrangements with each toke that’s taken.
I’m an SCP that broke containment. I wasn’t born of procreation, I was grown by agents.
Vote for satan as the pope’s replacement. Eldritch abominations are my close relations.
Yo I’m a holy patron by association, draped in roman raiments with a throne and ravens.
My folks are vagrants, most are dangerous, rogues composed from loads of nations;
We all masked up like clones of Jason, before there was even a known contagion.

[Soar Kaid]

People see the beasts roam the land like virb ,
Your a goon that untrained in the real spoken word ,
Your history is like Christopher Columbus ,
ship wrecked ,
You engineer your raps to be intelligent chin checks ,
Your situation in the game is coming to a halt ,
Charles Manson never liked prison like you or the cots ,
A fake killer like you could never be on the row for a cost ,
You warm up the bench ,
You are mistaken that you are a boss ,
I am the top brass ,
You pranksters are deluded and are not classed ,
Go smoke a rock that destroys the block ave ,
My land aint a monument that you can just stop past ,
Your guts will be spilled inside out on the concrete ,
I’ll body you wit ya organs still workin in heat ,
I’mma killer with a gun and a possessed spirit ,
I’ll cause mad destruction undoing your built lyrics ,
You should stop rappin ,
My rap style is on flames like a dragon ,
Those drugs you on ruined ya life ,
You have no more passion ,
Unlike I ,
You excel in crashes ,

Uh ,

I dream with the tools of the cold ,
while you washed up in an unfortunate stroll ,
While your droppin raps ,
Sooth your mind after I hit it with lyrical blows ,
I’m the head of a important rhyme position ,
So get with my flows ,
My thoughts are the highest form of words ,
And I’m thinkin you don’t understand it firm ,
My success is wanted all across the planet Virb ,
And you’re a villain that wishes to tear down the turf ,
I don’t swear ,
your right ,
I’m like a Christian ,
But I keep the attitude that my wars never endin ,
Virb ,
I’m Bustin a slug 5 inch size at ya feelins ,
You better “duck low” to save your life like a “midget” ,
Your catastrophy will come ,
cuz Kaid the enemy lurks ,
I’ll take your dreams ,
I’ll put your first love in the dirt ,
I’ll have you persue’n death cuz the after life flirts ,
Realize failing is the first step to success on the earth

[Soar Kaid]

I'll Pull out the glock ,
You should go tell ,
I'll take ya "top" off ,
like it was the "head" of a drug cartel ,
Virb ,
You know I'm poppin shells ,
slugs in the air spinnin ,
If your a target then your destined to hell ,
I'll destroy every part of ya life ,
I'll capture your soul in my neck wear ice ,
I'll nick your throat wit a military knife ,
One of the most devastating weapons in this time ,
I dismember my victims limbs ,
needed for everyday tasks ,
They won’t perform simple things ,
Their a necessity to have ,
That’s if you wish to be with ya trick again in the bath ,
My wrath is dangerous ,
Its like a car crash that can cause death ,
an unfortunate path in life ,
get ya loved ones left ,
behind ,
I'll tell the morgue to save your organs ,
and show the gut wrenching situation to ya mom ,
Don't take my words like you usually do ,
You have pages of a great rapper ,
your revered for your art ,
yeah ,
that would be in pre-school ,
I'll pop shots at you in a duel ,
We are two mortal enemies ,
fighting to the death or until the other one lose ,
Don't get it confused ,
I clap at brotha's feet ,
I'mma black panther ,
But I aint here to fight for the rights of the weak ,
I'm here to lay a Virb down in the street ,
They could place you with a hustler and fiend ,
You'd live a hard life ,
and I know you'd never succeed

[Virbius]

Sure, Soar, you’re my “mortal enemy”.
We swinging swords in cemeteries from dawn to entropy.
Since I saw Soar had threatened me, on a forum, messily,
I can only sleep next to ten tonnes of Nordic weaponry,
An axe on my back and a sword that’s next to me.
Now I’m attending all sorts of therapy:

“Doc, you don’t get it, it’s my mortal enemy.
His name’s Soar, he’s this raw celebrity.
He’s built like the spawn of Heracles.
We like Jessie and Walt, mortal enemies with enormous chemistry.”

Thanks for the props but let’s pause the pleasantries.
I ain’t wanna make you look stupid, it’s more necessity.
Soar can heckle me, I’ll ignore the jealousy.
We ain’t the same, there’s some core discrepancies.

See, to you I’m a “mortal enemy”.
...Like there’s a depth of respect that’s born of enmity.
...Like an exceptional threat that you’ve fought for centuries.
...Like it’s some epic war from the Horus Heresies.
...Like I’m the one you must face to restore a legacy or to forge a destiny.
But to me...
To me you’re just some kid who I tore relentlessly,
Just coz you happened to walk ahead of me.
A random sacrifice to my performance energy.
A corpse, potentially a former memory I’m neither scorning nor mourning readily.

[Soar Kaid]

Ha... Virb I wouldn't of expected any less from you. Don't keep hiding your soul from me.

Virb you's a snake in heaven with no power ,
You got skills but your looked down upon as a watcher ,
Where's the crown at? ,
it only belongs on Kaids head your divine father ,
But I wouldn't die for your soul ,
I'd never save you like Harry Potter ,
You got the skills of satan ,
You comin off as a light angel who's demonic ,
You could run hell with demons but I'm super sonic ,
I'll throw you back in the dimension with the fire ,
Demons flames is your celestial ability ,
You short words effortlessly ,
like a liar ,
But how could I pass judgement ,
Puttin flames on the head of this sinner ,
cuz speakin about Kaid is a path torwards punishment ,
Placin you in bad terms with me ,
I'd forgive you if I say you caught stumblin ,
The worlds trippin you up ,
This planet wants better music and your poems aint cuttin it ,
I make those flows well enough I know what the gutter is ,
your life story is a bad “course” ,
You couldn't of fooled me that skill is what your “puttin” wit , (putting as in golf)
Kid ,
I’ll take your life ,
Like if you fought the government

[Soar Kaid]

I gotta take you out fast before you pull out somethin heavy…

Virb I'll pull out the gun and chop at ya ribs ,
you don't have heart like a child ,
your a youngin ,
a kid ,
Its like you’re an adolescent ,
walkin on the grid ,
Now ,
Your a brat layin on the ground dead from a hit ,
I’ll aggressively slay you mentally ,
like a brain surgeon ,
Your third eye is of a demons ,
you two are the same person ,
My AR aint a choppy shot like my aim worsen's ,
The glock 9 got me after you in the range lurkin ,
The grave is what I give to you ,
so I claim purpose ,
your energy was in the store of hell ,
so I made the purchase ,
I’m searchin for your diamond raps ,
There aint none ,
so my flows are written to put ya mind in ya lap ,
My body is fully armed ,
cause’n crimes wit straps ,
I’mma shooter that hits targets in line wit macks ,
My lyrics are dangerous ,
Vision my rhymes on tracks ,
I’m secretive wit the Wesson ,
put it behind ya back ,
Talk trash ,
and get ya chest knocked in ,
Say that “Jazz” and I’m at you like “John Stocktin” , (Stockton)
Please believe...

[Soar Kaid]

Style Change...

I show promise virb ,
cuz I'll leave you dead in the place ,
Give you "acne" from the strap ,
lookin discustin wit bullet "black heads" in ya face ,
I'mma god ,
my words ,
you can't unscramble the code ,
My music puts you on a death "track" ,
have you in a "Jam" like a "road" ,
I aint the only cat that is rappin wit chrome ,
My "Guns" impressed on ya fitted ,
Forcin the "cap" to ya dome , (A cap to wear or a bullet cap)
I’ll do you wit various clips in the rock ,
"Drugs" is inside ya building ,
wit “Cracked Bricks” on ya block ,
I’ll take ya honey wit this trigger on the tool ,
ya girl is a good “kisser” ,
cuz her vagina “lips” are smooth ,
Ya trick sucked me off now my pack got a leak ,
She’ll be “abreast” for “money” ,
so I’m puttin more “racks” on the freak (racks as in breasts)

[Bag Mandela]

(Racks as in breasts) Talent: Immense,
I'm sure your dad is impressed, massive respect,
At least it's better than you tweakin in ya pants & a vest apologising to your blow up doll while practising sex,
We stay cool cuz we both hang in the threads, but there's a difference between puppeteers & marionettes,
Soar, ya know he stays fly like harrier jets cuz he lacks the mass for gravity to have an effect,
That's light, I'm righting my wrongs way before I have to answer to death,
You're just writing the wrong way like arabic text, verses looking like an algebra test, pop quiz is in session, think for a second,
If I asked can I give ya mom a bone, but it isn't contention,
Can I fuck her face up like filler injections? I'm not tryna get the bitch pregnant, I just want her rack n her brains, is that a difficult question?

[Soar Kaid]

Bag, you can't have my moms breasts ,
that's off limits ,
That's the argument like if shot you and ya life diminished ,
Its like I'm not a punk stealin and turned to a sinner ,
But its like you think I'm soft in my lyrics ,
like a singer ,
Dog ,
I'm the god ,
I am ,
the Lyrical Caesar ,
I'll drink your soul while my cigarette smoke lingers ,
Yeah its cool though ,
cuz I got even dough like I measured it on a rule code ,
and I don't care if you want my moms penis ,
I'll pray for her flower ,
if you givin her ghonnerhea ,
and I'll have you wasted by my "guns" ,
since you a "heat seeker" ,
Its a dead deal like bad money ,
So I'll send you to the reaper

[Soar Kaid]

My Dangerous Style...

I'll shoot you up ,
take you out wit the toast ,
then kill ya soul in the ethereal realm ,
Leave'n plasma on your ghost ,
The Drama is comin ,
runnin wit tommy’s ,
bangin drums ,
The gun's trigger is cold ,
Like my P-80 was titanium ,
You are done ,
I’ll surround ya life wit slugs like a aimin range ,
When the gun hit you ,
It’s stickin you wit more metal than seraded blades ,
You know I got a space rock ,
I’m fixing to explode your local star ,
Suited up like a dangerous astronaut ,
Face the cost ,
My raps are on a level of their own ,
I’m that tough ,
I’m that rough ,
Cuz my lyrics will turn ya chocolate bars back to black dust ,
You suckas is fast to cuss ,
But I’m clean getting more money than a trap trust ,
I’m ready ,
and when the tech spit you fear it ,
bag is an ant in life livin ,
stuck wit an insect spirit