Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[Ill Finesse]

Listen bitch, I should call you Dauphine, you got too much gasoline, now I gotta get in that ass, no Vaseline, everytime I BUST, you become a cream puff, I always laugh when bag wants to be seen as tough, I intervene, I've seen enough, I rip all his rough drafts to smithereens, told bag how he was a blithering, he's not real he's a figurine, I figure I'll move on to bigger and better things, like my dick size which can be used as a tool for measuring, get off my jewels I see how all you fools are treasuring what I register, reading my rhymes is your pleasure, I know that so that's added pressure, so I spaz quick like go go gadget and use attachments on whoever's on the bracket, one time I blacked out and turned a devout atheist into a Catholic, it's the illusion of magic, the conclusion can be found within the intrusions of your moral fabric, welcome to my playground to be more elaborate...

[Don Flows]

Now I'm about to end you ,
Usin the pipe thats slick like a number 2 pencil ,
No ,
I'm about to end your life saddist ,
Catch a slug heavier than a casket when I blast it ,
Your a joke ,
and I'll provoke with an illness ,
Make your stomach sicker before the psychiactric billed it ,
Look ,
I just killed ya ,
Take your remains cuz their worth mill-yons ,
I can chill cuz ,
I had to teach you what real was ,
But I’m not finished with you ,
After I’m done ,
Your face will look messed up like a timbaland shoe ,
Cuz I wear timbaland boots ,
And I bet your clothes look shot like a calico ruuge ,
I bet that’s proof ,
All I gotta do is aim at ya thoughts ,
Cuz what I hear is all non sense whenever you talk ,
Do I gotta get more into the beef? ,
Give the knife a push ,
to make the angus crease

[Ill Finesse]

Time I drop some science on you niggaz...

Now the focus is back on Don vs a Mastodon
Your flows are weed plates, something to break BAG up on, fuck that tagalong, my Battlelog has fragments of your brain matter splattered on my catalogs, hopefully you'll stay away like analog, ill Kirk on you SON cuz I'm a man of God, not a fan of odds so I defy em', which defines him, now I shine so bright it blinds mankind, I guess that's why Vincent stepped on this landmine, he ain't got a pot to piss in, if he say different the man's lying, he stands in front of Giant asking for spare change, to him it doesn't appear strange, not judging, just comparing the gap in lifestyles that's most glaring, most apparent, After a lariat I beat on my chest like I'm King Kong or Bobby McFerrin, Bobby Boucher, Bobby Bonilla, now it's Bobby's world so hey Bobbo, can you dig it BROTHER like leaping Lanny Poffo, I know, I'm so dope you bird ass niggaz get goose hairs again from something I wrote...

-ill Finesse

[Bag Mandela]

Jeez mate, I don't mean to be Chief Hate, but of all the bag flips, you break it up on a weed plate? Grinders, rolling trays - no one has a weed plate, you think that'll beat I, Bag, in your dreams mate,
I stay lighting cuban links with a blowtorch, I'm a chain smoker,
You hunt me boldly, but it's crash bandicoot - I've escaped bolder,
Today's the day I start eating healthy, the waits over,
I'm outta this world, tell you & ya dogs "gimme space rover",
You take an awful lot of gay pics for a straight poser,
I nearly reversed into a cholo, who yelled as he came closer,
"Ayyy watch your ride beech", Daytona,
Warn you by "hey I'm dangerous", like a flame thrower,
You'll reach your final destination quicker than great chauffers,
Get drawn on soon as you sleep like you stopped on your mates sofa,
I'll be poppin 40s all night n stay sober,
I got a can that'll change your decor without paint rollers

[Don Flows]

Bag what you think a dope man would say about your contents? ,
No weed in ya ,
Not even a bomb spit ,
When my gun hit ya brain you won’t have a conscience ,
You wanna know my geographic ,
and where the Don lives ,
If you’re a bag ,
Then why are you on the internet? ,
Tryin to hack a H.T.T.P page posted on Pinterest ,
You see the charm showin no interest ,
You spent life in a slump ,
that’s why your brains in a wreck ,
But do bags have brains? ,
I’d like to ask that question ,
I’ll ask for seconds ,
Tell the waitress to rip open the bag ,
and she passes the beverage

[Bag Mandela]

What do I think a dope man would say about my contents,
Probably something like "wow, nice, god bless, what's with the kid askin questions that sound like nonsense?"
Pimp slappin you & then backhanding ya mates,
You asked for seconds so you got a big hand to the face,
I'm really wondering whether this kid clocked that,
Cuz nowadays you can't get their attention for shit without the TikTok app,
I'm too quick, give you a head start, jogging or sprint,
But when Bag catches Flows you know I'm gone with the wind,
Whatever you possibly think, turn up prepared with ya gadgets,
Night vision, armour, some general tactics,
Bring all the fly shit you want, but theres no advantage,
Cuz when I lift the chopper - "Flows down!" - like aerodynamics,
You know what else rhymes with aerodynamics?
Grey-haired old guy panics when scarecrow tries Spanish

[Don Flows]

We all know bag isn't half woke ,
He dreams of shootin with his gat ,
But its broke ,
Its like Training day ,
I’m Denzel patrollin your pack ,
Your snoop in a wheel chair chokin on crack ,
Your mind is at an elementary level ,
Hypocrite ,
I’m in a different age with the advanced weaponry ,
Your glass walls shatter ,
cuz its nothin but sand ,
Then smash your head on the ground like hydrolics man ,
I’m around like a big bird ,
Flyin down town droppin turds ,
That’s my word ,
I’ll make you think the water in a cloud couldn’t be white ,
I’m so absurd ,
I’ll make you shine with some electricity ,
You’re a mini me ,
I'm not goliath cuz of my height ,
its cuz of my might and energy

[Bag Mandela]

You'll change my opinion on clouds so I don't think they're actually white?
I read your verses & my mind clouds when all I'm catchin is light,
You think this is elementary, til I drop your bitch a text,
I'm (Mg,Fe)7Si8O22(OH)2 - in the sket,
When I take my dick out, I'll put it back in I guess,
You thought it was elementary, so there's some compound interest,
Like you drop bars more advanced than a pre-school class,
Mr future weaponry, you'll get the ray-Don for all that see through gas,
Hypocrites, the world's full of em, the shit you say don't make me one of em,
You're talking like I claim I was in the army but in my raps it's "fuck the government"
C8

[Pickled LiverBoy]

I read about half of that before I lost interest.
I think I know what your problem is... Incest.
Everything you wrote was a complete load of shit
The only thing you've achieved is made yourself look a tit.
All you take your cock in and out of is a fleshlite
Did you know that wanking damages your eyesight
It's pretty obvious that you're not that bright
your rhymes are bullshit, and my spill is tight

[Don Flows]

Different color hues equal different color pitch ,
So that means I drop people like you in a ditch ,
My world is magnetic ,
And I’m a super Saiyan flyin through the clouds ,
Make your soul lose integrity like a faulty down ,
My thoughts are all round ,
the shifting poles give wind to my sounds ,
That’s some more magnetics ,
Powerful semantics that open your dome up like a present ,
Your light? ,
but I’m a strobe full of presence ,
Conflicting dimensions ,
Chakra’s entering the tension ,
Blow you away without tension ,
Whats Kido without Kenshin? ,
Transformation of energy to flames with a stone pendant

[Bag Mandela]

I don't support criminals but I don't support cops,
The truth of it is I think they're all lost,
You'll think it's cool to call yourself Don til you walk into a Cicero basement n the door locks,
All that 'made man' shit just made you a victim,
Got your head in a vice like a raging addiction,
You'll get told you're going some place on a mission,
And read their lies backwards like Arabian fiction,
At least Soar Kaid sounded original, now it's nothing profound,
You went from exploring the world having a wander around to giving up n switching names just to follow the crowd, if you don't think outside the box then what's it about?

[Don Flows]

You and me are almost the same ,
an I.Q of one oh seven above an I.Q of one fifty in the grave ,
Take my raps and I'm tame ,
If not ,
so swiftly put the lyrical rock to your brain ,
you don’t like my new alias? ,
Don Flows ,
the rap name is sound ,
Soar Kaid aint a predicate , (make alias some how rhyme with predicate, you'll figure it out)
I get in touch with the streets ,
Get ate alive when you touch the beast ,
Reach for your rhyme book ,
You should’ve listened to soar kaid ,
when he said listen up and look ,
Now your back to your bag craze ,
I aint on that ,
I got the gat ,
Watch out for a mad blaze ,
I aint like the others ,
Rappers sexin rappers like jay-z had dame ,
I don’t expect you to do the same ,
If you do ,
X-Ray bullets look through ya brains

[Don Flows]

I ride with the crimes ,
beat you senseless ,
If you don't like my porshes ,
then see all my benzes ,
I’ll give you a seizure ,
Pull the trigger back ,
Brrrrrat! ,
Show your mental ooze from a clap ,
I stay with a wesson ,
Put your dome on the land scape ,
Run from the scene ,
What you thought that I can't aim? ,
Bring it ,
I'll give you pac pains , (2pac)
Shoot ,
Windy breeze , ,
watch me make the rock rain ,
I came strapped ,
Nelson Mandela can’t rap ,
But you’re a bag ,
So what is the exception? ,
Lol ,
Left ya ,
Pack your bags ,
I don’t enjoy your messes ,
Get the message?

[Ill Finesse]

Message received from another worldly MC like Oscar Worthy, you best believe, you best retreat, or no rest when you sleep, the way I rep means you'll be dead in a week, quiet as kept, I acquired a tech-9 to protect mine and keep niggaz in check, Like Don flows who deserves disrespect and neglect, lower than a dog, unworthy as a pet, an insect, Vermin, welcome to your sermon, BURN HIM! That's what the lord's say right? Just me and you sucka I'll put my trademarks around your fuckin eyes, it's justified because you a suckafied buster type trick muthafucka, extra clip, bucka-bucka, here's another, word to mutha, I'm jamming on the one, Rapper vs actors, they don't factor I can make a-head "nod" backwards

[Don Flows]

You keep on going in ,
But I’m ready for you and ya raps from nineteen ten ,
You speak out of line ,
Next thing you say will get a bullet in your spine ,
I didn’t buy the gun for show ,
Go to where you use the bathroom ,
and let it blow ,
Let..me..test..your..rhymes ,
Mines glow like they came from Bruce Leeroys mind ,
You aint shootin no one ,
You might go to the bank let alone blow one ,
Catch you outside of your car ,
With a sawed off shot gun and a mask ,
lookin bizarre ,
You lose too much ,
Cut your behind open like a brown gut dutch ,
You always runnin your tounge ,
Off of your streets ,
You’re a bum ,
Ill finesse aint ill enough ,
You speak like an MC that was born a chump ,
Trust me guys ,
He’s a poser ,
He probably burns broccoli and has odors ,
I’ll get at you ,
And spit something that cat’s thought wasn’t rappable ,
Movin in a car doesn’t count ,
You gotta have a cash account with a large amount ,
You called me a sucka? ,
Forget that ,
Pay attention to what I just did ,
I killed you slow ,
Joke after I shoot my gun at your convertibo