Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[Bag Mandela]

That's true, you really came up with the design of a man,
You drew a picture of a guy you'd be excited to bang,
You said he was dreamy, might have a tan,
Like clandestine laboratory diazepam,
You drop to hip hop beats but write to Venga Boys,
If you knew the origins of the word 'ill' you'd probably get annoyed,
You'd see you're a pain in the arse, not cuz of all your extra noise,
But cuz it comes from the Sanskrit term for hemorrhoids,
It's swollen anal vein finesse, of course it fits,
Explains the reason you're so comfortable forcing shit,
I should've called you pilemon in that bar with Ash Ketchum,
Tell him he got bodied, he rears his head, "nah, I wrecked-em"

[Ill Finesse]

Bag Mandela: Mad vanilla, sad little fella
Here's a verse in Acapella so you can shut the hell up
Your last verse was the worst I've seen you develop
Well, it's sucks.. so bad that it's stuck in my mind you are just.. an insignificant moment in time, you are the example of mankind's decline, even when cloudy my reign shines, Africa my roots, you can find the same in a Mayan tomb when exhumed, now come gather round, my flows everlasting like 2 serpents on the crown, I only spit truth, everything you know is upsidedown, from the sizes of the continents, so in your mind the dominant can remain as a constant, it's nonsense, the global minority holding authority telling me, selling me lies about black inferiority, that's what it is until Jesus is black is the majority, any other representation is a misrepresentation of the doctrine, I wouldn't call him Jesus either there's better options, that's my synopsis, replace a white Jesus with a black one and watch what happens with your optics (blacks or whites) they'll be like get that photo outta my face, and when the day comes when he really returns that'll be the case

[Ill Finesse]

After flawless victories I put up my flag
I got this one in the bag, it was nothing in fact
Mandela can't rap, not even the Mandela effect can change that, he'll claim that he's in the same lane which is cap, I have to maintain the gap so a lurker perhaps could sign up, join the lineup, I'm a sender of heat with a sweet wind-up, back to back the repeated attacks is a reminder, that here's the GOAT, I keep all you niggaz in line like varicose, beware the dos-age of voltages I open with when words turn tumultuous, cuz this nerd will end up motionless from my ferociousness, that's my word, won't even wake you, I wasn't certain you would get up but I remained faithful, would not be disturbed if you woke up disabled, just another blurb in my fable, you must have some nerve, I blame whoever raised you, and you junebug which means they gotta pay too, and better find a way to or pay a visit to whoever they pray to, when I'm on my double snake moves...

[Bag Mandela]

Ill finesse is every dipshit,
who buys a present and gifts it to a one night stand who forgets he existed,
dudes the head of state of steady hate,
condemns abortions even when it's rape,

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You love handles - extra waste,

talks like he's Mr weapons n hos,
gets a text from a girl saying she's ready to go to bed with him so before he puts his pecker on show he shaves the word 'sorry' in his pubes as an attempt at a joke to lessen the blow,
wants a family, doubtful them seeds get sewn, this MCs own friends call him MC friend zone,
Girls get put off & think you're bent cuz you drink Barley,
n go to dick parties,
We're all actors in the theatre of life n this dicks part is about to end, shows over when I do fin-gnarly,
Tonight you'll be hearing some "ahh" n "uff" sounds,
From whichever drunk deadbeat at the bar your mum found,
You act like you're levitating far above ground,
You'll think you're flying Ill til Bag makes you calm the fuck down

[Ill Finesse]

Bag, I'm gonna need you to cut the act
You suck at rap, what the fuck was that?
I know why you here you tryna pick up on my steelo
I'm like your hero
We can tell from your name you're a lame weirdo
Gonzo, I grabbed this beat from Toronto
No BULL I wrote this in the MORNING like A-Lonzo
This ain't even a rap, it's more like a Convo
An intervention
Your wackness was broadcasted interdimensionally
And now your life is potentially in danger from space rangers who feel you're the enemy, potentially from who you pretend to be, that shits offending me
I'm C-137, and we agree, all 10 of me
this is elementary Watson, you dealing with them boys
When I start making noise fans get overjoyed
Because I don't write nothing, I deploy
Search and destroy, I should sell merch
you better pray for a cell first
There's no such thing as a hell nurse
but there is a hell on earth
This is like the second coming of the rebirth
Let these words reverberate
Through peace I increase the murder rates
I can't explain the teeth marks in your vertebrae

[Bag Mandela]

Check, those teeth marks in my vertebrae confusing this loner,
Understand to come back sharper takes some chewing it over,
N over, n over, n it's over bro,
This herbs telling lies - you're Finocchio,
Don't ya know? No ya don't because you're A1 dim,
These bars are plastic pack rings - end up a waste on fin,
I wish you'd learn to think & think to learn,
Doubtful where your brain function is concerned,
Cuz "You suck at rap" is not something discerned by reading a passage of written word,
You think my name's wack, cool, I have some advice,
Why don't you flip it, pretend you're a real battler like:
We miss nothing sleeping on your bars, that's answering why,
I'm getting pretty tired of hearing you say "bags on the rise",
You know, cuz if you can nap on the rhymes you don't get tired & have no bags on your eyes?
It's a simple, effective way of elevating your verse,
And to save you searching - finocchio's a Mediterranean herb

[Slick Trick]

Someone put a cat in this Bag
"Mandela" like you aint a ignorant Fag?

Just take your rhyming elsewhere and Sag
Youre tedious with the rhymes your wordplay is a drag

A "genious" you zig if u think ure a battler but you dont zag
Typical new age "rapper" with his ego flagged

im a Mag put me in a Ak 47 and Crack
On the back i carry the torch of those who wont make it back

You need council for Self
instead youre on a mission Trying to pedition going for Shelf

Half your shit is Nonsensible
You choke suffocating from your ventricals

When you try to interval the shit you write
On the mic youre a simple analytic

Typical a rap nerd trying to instigate
Rap is under scrutiny cuz u bitches implicate

rap is to be simplicated
Thats why Hollywood have it humiliated

Deconstructed and insulated
fucked and isolated

But Slick wont let it be violated
Like Eminem fans youre dialated

I put the end on you see ya never
A tactician became known as the greatest rapper ever

Changing the landscape and severed
The aorta connecting the heart to the temper

Extinguishing the Ember
Blocking out potential members

Tyler saying he dont listen to IT i remember
Youre probably confused about your gender

Youre a bitch Bag, i fry you tender
Put your head in a blender

Youre easy to dissect i get it its easy to be a pretender
Its easy to be a bellend

Probably a sex offender
rap is full of you easy spenders

wear a glock on the web but youre soaking wet wearing suspenders.

[Bag Mandela]

Phenomenally digestible - understood the whole lot of it Slick,
Completely serious, honestly did,
You're thinking that's probably sick,
But what I'm telling you is I did not miss a trick,
It's slick trick, watch how he takes the cap of his pen off,
Uses a rhyme scheme for 2 lines maximum then stops,
You roll 2 deep in a gang with a pet rock,
When someone shakes your hand it's like grabbing a wet sock,
You're a soggy dry bollock pie,
Who introduces himself as "Sorry, hi",
Finds local social gatherings, turns up on the night,
And just waits for his chance to apologise,
That's not a lie, it was the truth,
Your 2nd most used word after "sorry" - "oops",
The don de fruits that thinks cocks are cute and who's name means lubricated user of prostitutes,
Why would I give anything more than minimal effort abuse,
To someone who thinks "Pigeon holed" is a wrestling move

[Ill Finesse]

Bag, you're outclassed, outmatched, I doubt that you come with bread like waiting to get fed at outback, your kids only eat processed meat sandwiches without snacks, your girl out in the world giving out the snatch, but it's all material... making arrangements for your burial, they decided they wanted to cremate ya because we hate ya, bastard, just throw him in a vat of acid, a dumpster covered in cat piss, an Abandoned crack house on a dirty mattress, the options begin to multiply with a hatchet, Bag can never be in my league so this is only practice, we in different brackets in life, my veins status is ice, remember they used to thump but now they blast riiiiiiiiight you sissyyyyyyyyy, I'm wrapped with history, this that second coming mystery manifesting the clandestine when you see this man present I expand reverence in all residents, some say I'm heaven sent, I've never claimed I'm innocent, let the semantics get intricate, I remain indifferent, can drop flames in any instance infinitely, set fire to a bag to put it out it's misery...

[ChyllTyrant]

yo that's it you four legged flacid vacuum in space rolling funking with flunkies at grab chest at the hint of a gay
how many sandwiches and snacks your bitch ate? that's a matter of fate, and that's the hand on the stank
i've been mastered the class of your weight from the grappling stance that i've snatched from the snakes
they ain't call me handsome and ace when i was punching their uncles out in the back of the place
i'm at that rapid pace on ill finesse because i seen he was faker than a hiatus by jay-z after the black album
you can't rap with that face like a chipmunk who ate alvin the chipmunk then tailspun with donald and not trump
rescuers down under couldn't save your plunderous inexempt counterpoint of a rhombus with my uppercut
refuse to lose your shoe laces and i'll have you walking with three tongues wagging when i slam you like chimp monkey chump punk
lunging out for fun with terrible things whenever you walking into scary places ain't that when them hairy heads wake up
better believe it ain't the fake one when i pull out the heavy chevy chase anchor man with angry jacob back from when you cake up
this dude sissy pants with everything that he didn't have i just sit and dis his ass from the richer cash
you can miss that man with the kisses when they'll leave you in a ditch and just cover it up with different grass
oh nah, this cypher hazard sign dismissing with his fire retarded disgraceful rap imposterization is straight trash, sigh
i'd diss the bitch above me but your mom's so fat that she ate the whole thing that was keeping her up that high
owch i just wish every rash decision that bitch made didn't start and end with std's
i would have traded every one of your mp3's for free if it helped to end disease

[ChyllTyrant]

i changed my site sig and want to bring attention to that over the fact that ill finesse straight wack

i smoked him like a cig out of a straight pack and made him walk to the store for a pack of wack

[Ill Finesse]

Chyll tyrant huh? Well there's a disconnect
Let me interject, put this in it's proper introspect
You lack the intellect, you just wanna be heard
Somewhere else reciting my words, you have some nerve
I deserve better competition, tryna remain optimistic
I know the way I be spittin discourages, you can't flourish, flow is malnourished, I'll mean mug the preacher when he asked to bow our heads at your service, then I'll smirk like Mr perfect, walk up to your casket, everybody started getting nervous when I pulled out the matches, set that ass on fire, this entire rhyme is the reenactment, there will be documentaries on the impactment, analyze every fragment, you are attracted like magnets, when there's a fracas you calling dragnet, you been here for 15yrs and rhyme like that? TRAGIC! I would jump in traffic, straight from the stage to the grave if any rhyme of mine of any kind was made, then I'd equip the Poseidon boon and fight my way out of Hades

-iLL Finesse

[Bag Mandela]

See me - nang,
You can't beat me fam,
I thought only my bars could merk this pee wee man,
But after chyll showed you a body I know CT's can,
When you play group sports the coaches let you captain teams,
cuz you're first in the locker room & last to leave, batty crease,
Your life is a montage of being nude with dudes,
You strike me as the kind of loser who loves rubix cubes,
If there's only one thing you could choose to do,
It'd be intimately showing men how to hold snooker cues,
Face the facts, you're so bent you're a loop de loop,
From the hip these rounds ringin like hula hoops,
Lift this waste up watch how I poop-a-scoop,
Catch you in traffic, point the shotty out the Subaru,
You'll hear chick-chick, chick-chick n shells fly through ya coupe

[ChyllTyrant]

oooh-
told you then and now at some type of time i became harder to press
from here to there smoking hype spots in a line and target your chest
rap the clap, the hook it's in the water then i started to fish
tap the pap, the club is a challenger with a card on your piff
yeah, holler, just to be in this life i got no reason to lie
baby deep in the night i keep the reach on my pies, house life
length bout an arm peak and i got armor for banging the gong stick
keying out the atom bomb on peeps and changing up my song list
wrong you don't believe me, first hand check the video recorder
i learned to spell by reading the clinic pamphlets for free abortions
long boy's a spitball shiner a whopper pothole tenth ward to shonnard
dogging down the schama when i'm popping up with llamas no me llamo
tyrant violent but you can chase out dirty bent bootleg muddy banks
firing bloody shanks while riding on your friends moose head antler points
you ain't a wise guy who crab talkin loud with your ugly faces flaged to the drip
you're a high guy, no thanks, lobster booster with an answer joint paged, lit

[Ill Finesse]

You some shit homey, why? Cuz I say so
My day slow, I don't wanna be here
Would rather be playing Halo
But yet I'm here
Never taking a loss, you niggaz is soft
I could get a mod tossed cuz I'm the fuckin pod boss
If you and I cross?
You'll die by the sword like you had a piece of the tri-force
My life's path is a righteous course that Christ would endorse
Except the times at night when I morph
And turn into a sight that is very much like Norse
Battling all sorts from tyrants to totes/purses
It's murder she wrote in the versus
I'm the shooter in this first person
So nobody seeing me on my screen
like using high beams in the fog, picture the scene
The sirens illuminate like hell fire with the fog as steam
Got a flawless team ready to maul and live lawless
All for cream
That seems to be the only purpose
Without it you're worthless
I doubt it, when the shrouded returns will he be merciless
That's what I be thinking before a verse is flipped
That's what happens when you have the curse and gift