Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Shouts to Don for showin love when the rhymes are potent,
If ill think he's a dog he must be some kinda rodent,
I'll kick your door in, you & your friends see the rifle poke in, 50:50 on whether I decide to smoke em,
Then with one click, lit up the room, I had a lightbulb moment,
I know some-are frontin like they can't fall back,
You drop beats with your verses cuz your bars all wack,
But when you're so out of touch with the arts format,
we shouldn't expect you to see where the art forms at,
Looking up free beats on YouTube, that's how I know you don't really stack it,
[¢] You still keep your money in a box
{£} My money's in a different bracket

My flows meridans aint off balance ,
But it seems yours havin more of a challenge ,
Not that I don't know how to guage your raps ,
I'd rather lie and say you aint got the knack ,
The gun splashes ,
Transfer slugs to your head ,
It’ll feel like castlevania ,
how you sleepin a hundred feet deep with the dead ,
The ring of life revolves around both of us ,
Smother your dome with the ring and the burner duct ,
Blow your soul to the next era ,
Livin with my rhymes will only make you better ,
Bag don’t you know that you suffered death? ,
so ,
call the press ,
I’m the magician cuttin bodies in half ,
You shallower than a well ,
I guess thats what you call a bag

https://youtu.be/KcqnsYmD3rk

This nigga bag, known fag, that's old hat, iLLwill take your life and leave your soul clapped, my jock strap you couldn't carry mines, my rhymes transport you to Terry time, and as I understand it, these lines gave 22 it's spark to come to this planet, granted he was Don flows, shit, Don was the pussy, came back as a whole bitch, bag is broke as fuck but who didn't know this? He acts like we bumping shoulders when he can't get over my hip, how many boulders you flip? On Tuesdays and Thursdays we'd hide inside as the rollers patrolled the strip, deep as fuck when we'd go on trips, when I see you talking shit I'm like that's not it, that's not legit, we the opposite, you should stop and quit, I'm like PAC and Big mixed with Nas and Talib, in a spa getting a massage from the mother of your kids, I don't love her so after I fuck her she should split, they say love hurts, I say it is what it is...

Throughout life I’ve heard enough girls tell me love hurts to know you got issues with your ass and need to lube it up first,
I kept it movin, never settled like a rolling stone,
So my money’s legal, but I was still flippin boulders though,
I don’t think we’ve bumped shoulders no, why? Simple answer,
Maybe you forgot to think to factor in the fact your shit would fracture,
Brittle matter, splintered, shattered, meaning your arm would be injured after,
Thus rendering the occurrence illogical because you’re still a wanker,
It’s fair to hypothesise you are a shitty rapper,
Cuz most people who write bars to beats spit them after,
You’re the type to go on trial as a kiddy snatcher and be cool with it cos you think going to prisons gangsta

Hold on bag ,
You aint smart enough to man the death star ,
Your mind is chemical filth like Brett Farve ,
Don’t even get me on that outer space walk,
I put the energy core in my gun and let it talk ,
Yo ,
I’ll rip your chest open like a spinnin tornado ,
Too nice with the knives out of NATO ,
The electricity in my hands unstable like I’m cable ,
To the point that the light splits you like an eggo ,
I control aliens ,
Get a UFO to bump into you and your crew ,
blasts and makes your T-Cells hit the air and turn to a different hue

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lol im just now seeing what erika badu is carrying in ill's post. you got him back though bag...

Dawn drew ever closer, the veil of darkness being torn from the the Earth akin to fuck you talking about UFO? you'd have to pick one of them to fly,
which would technically make it identified,
so it'd just be an FO, and I could tell you F O any time,
and I can talk about aliens too, cuz I've seen Alien 1 & Alien 2, I'll tell you how I jerked off to Ellen & the alien too, but first you need to understand my name isn't Hue,
Your life is one long streak of straight bad luck,
Dick so small you got to scissor bitches, you make that cut,
If you swung at me, I'd easily evade and duck,
But the punch so slow it'd hit me on my way back up

https://youtu.be/ghyAkykIpSk

I laugh at these cheerleaders trying to assassinate my character, I stare at ya, mind conflicted on how to take care of ya, neither of you register, I'm just trying to raise awareness to this area, your representations inferior, so my mentality the more the merrier, I look in the mirror, I like what appears, my name alone is chrome which leaves you riffled in fear, we not peers, for takeoff you're not cleared, not here, you don't have a spot amongst the top tiers, I'll pull both of your cards like Topps/Fleer, your life I'm the auctioneer, that's life, it's not often fair, my thoughts are revered and compared to Plato, Galileo, I'm blowing up like Waco, gang signs thrown up, the Draco was tucked in the cut waiting for the ok to roll and run amuck, my ace in the hole shines and blinds like when the sun is up, the gun is up, just in case you wondered what was taking place, indirect, a change of pace, iLL take your bag, invade your space, your dad cried and realized I'm the son he never had

-iLL Finesse

You get compared to Plato? I was gonna ask why but,
It became obvious when you said you're throwing gang signs up,
And love posing in the mirror, rest assured,
You sound stoned & moist, which is fine cuz you're self absorbed,
Beauty's only skin deep,
It's building DIY workshops - that shit sheds in weeks,
Some say we're born to die, but they're dick heads that think bleak,
I only say you're a dead man walking cuz you're inbred and have six feet,
I think anybody who still wants to talk forever like they live their life to the soundtrack of stormy weather is probably making up for the fact they're a boring bredda,
You live in a trailer park, real name Cory Trevor,
You are a poor finesser, you pretend you've been spotted by fans and you're sick of all the pressure when you and your friends go to the mall together,
Used to hang around some bad dudes down for whatever,
Clean record, but got the other kids booked cuz Ill-a-straight story teller

When the world spins ,
I think about all of your down falls ,
Brolic ,
We all brawl ,
Studied the outer space regions of saturns stars ,
The road for you is to the phoenix ,
Fight it and don’t believe it ,
I’m the same representation of a genius ,
and you? ,
Get close to the camera shot’s and become scenic ,
Put your spiritual side higher amongst the clouds ,
With a holy light coming down on your dead smile ,
You aint god ,
I could put you inside of a trillion giga hertz ,
Hear the treble crack the structure of your rib cage ,
Curtains , ,
You’ll enter the after life for certain ,
Going against my sonic weapons and their deterrents

Hi, my name is Cory let me tell you a little story, straight out the box, from the gangsta category, surely, I'm hip-hop purity which gives me the authority to collect royalties cordially, from the majority, you couldn't score on me, assuredly, Don and Bag should form a supergroup called The Sorority, I have to admit you two little shits are boring me, you wanna war with me? I'll rip you to bits accordingly, it's magic, I'm the leader of the team like Fitzpatrick, which actress wants to co-star in this murder mystery, initially I thought Don but bag really wants the part in my art, I paint Mona Lisa's in the dark, then they get featured in a park, you in the bleachers on a field trip with teachers to see me as a motivational speaker, I try to inspire and reach you, I'll retire when I need to, right now I'm admired and lethal, a star like Ezekiel, I don't give a fuck who you are I'm beating you, tbc

It's iLL Finesse, the gangstas back,
I'm all for good health I got a jab for that,
You can't convince me you spend your days at the trap,
When your name means flamboyant handicap,
Dudes a psycho and he lies,
easy to psychoanalyse,
From all this pent up aggression that you have in life I can surmise you're hot under the collar about some of your family ties,
Could be a parent or an older sibling
Fucked up either on dope, in prison, or in some other hole thats given you the feeling you're playing the role of victim,
2 words to describe that -
Oprah, women,
Failure to make controlled decisions will mean you keep slowly drifting into your own religion of soulless living,
Understand every stroke on the canvas stems from a moment of madness,
but you paint the picture of your soul with your actions when you call for help and nobody answers

You stranded on death row ,
Stuck gettin hit with a penis that grows ,
Me? ,
I’m ridin from the start as a G ,
With minions achin for drama ,
shootin a piece ,
You want to bring hate to my face? ,
Don rocks fourty fives for the coup de grace ,
Think of licks from five days prior ,
The things I did have cat’s pray like Drakes mixtape Choir ,
I’ll stomp ya chest in ,
Time was invested with the triange ,
That’s in my HUD that I guess with , (get the message)
I rock up faster than crack on the stove ,
Then I rag on you wit Hov ,
You see me enter beast mode locked into the codes ,
Strap-a-long chrome leave you senseless (Demon voice: ) "whenever its blown"

https://youtu.be/jnv8OuKLJag
Nobody answers? Ha, pathetic, the speech is telekinesis, it's telekinetic and is used as a preventative incentive, you just wanna be argumentative but lack the heart of an arch nemesis, you should embark on a journey off these premises or get your gender switched, you not a boss you just a representative on an internship, you'll learn quick, it's the principalities and I be on my big worm shit, I will not get knocked the fuck out, I pull out the Glock then bluckoawwww, LOOK OUT!!, PEOPLE SHOUTING, bag had a little tag in his mouth and it was acid, everything he seen he just imagined, it was a bad trip, because I'm ill which means I'm hazardous, I'm not a poser, I'm an imposer of thy will, if this was ancient times you'd hear about my skills in the bible, it'll talk about how I killed all my rivals, I am the Mastodon, the holder of the title after all the riffraff is gone...

Oh yeah, that well known method of dosing acid in labs, "shall we use blotters again, or have you got a packet of tags?",
"What a relief, I'm so thankful you have, let's put them over by the coat hangers of crack",
Tab, with a B, see being a fake G doesn't work,
So sensitive to just a couple words,
But it's hard realising your ego is undeserved,
That wasn't even cut throat but I guess it must have touched a nerve,
Your dad's a testicle lover who regrets having sex with your mother,
but nonetheless she serves as an acceptable cover,
He could come out now, but couldn't do that shit back then,
Your favourite movie - men in black,
His is men in black in black men,
He's an underarm ball-thrower - that's how you get down if you're gay,
You'd throw it back, he'd fall over jumping out of the way,
Wack at baseball but always thought rounders was great,
He bangs your mum to a "something in common" record & spends the whole time looking Bobby Brown in the face,
You've probably got a notebook with hundreds of rhymes,
He's probably watched the notebook hundreds of times

Yo guys... Sorry but I can't rap on here anymore. I keep getting better and I don't want the feds at my door for rapping past professional over the net when I surpass my current condition. My mind is different. I told you guys that in the past and when I go too high it might be too high for the feds interest. I'm not tooting my own horn I'm just trying to protect myself. I just wanted to have alittle bit of fun. I'm done now.