Diss To Mistah_Tate
 

Look kid I’m gas and flame make you collapse from strain
Harass your brain ass won’t maintain in this rap game
Best make a supreme attempt and don’t scream as a wimp
Team a bunch of pimps eat your rhymes for lunch like steam shrimp
Too fake and crummy to make money tote a blank cup
So you bankrupt your quotes don’t promote so your rank stuck
Dang you a stinking G go on a drinking spree make you drunk
With this funk, your butt flunk this course too much force in this junk
MISTAH_ TATE I’ll blister your fate

diss to MadRapper:

(not b/c im defending mistah tate, just to keep the game goin)


mr. tate or this fake, shouldnt mension rank...
hows it feel to battle, battle, battle and mantain your score of blank?

notice Mad's record, unrare like asians with high marks...
...hes my spark to sky charts after that crap verse...why start?

i feel inovative, cause i keyed a verse that doesnt matter.
these disses seem like lovers chatter...
...nonsense like dating the daughter of my cousin's pastor.

what'r you after? infact whats your mission?
like deep sea fishin', your rhymes are so cold, to stay hot your pissin.
...Listen, its newbs and herbs your dissin', battle me and weLL see whos missin.

you flow unsatisfactory, like skinny white boys on a tuba...
...your searchin for feed back from your fam, yet no one knew yuh.
your only flowin through tha Fu'cha(future), only wish fame was soon'A.

you key just to rhyme, theres no use in it...
...dreams to futher rap but your lyrics alone produce limits.

PM an "erase my text please" before your records bestowed of credit.
below loves medic, even my filler will get you PM'in strobe to EDIT.