DISS TO 9TH DEGREE OF HIPHOP TALK

9TH DEGREE your rhyme soup is slop like loops and knots
It’s all tied up, pride corrupt best hide your butt your fruit drop
Like apples off dead tree your script not bulk how can you
Moderate Hip Hop talk your lips flop caught on stupidity true
Nine degrees can’t find these put your mind at ease like soldiers
In formation now in colder situations doing battle with me no folders
On true MC’S your files close and your styles I oppose
Like higher taxes, you wanna be like baby face I buy rose
For your lady’s lace write at a crazy pace rhymes are junk
You a blind chump about to decline punk best polish that rump
Rap whack and misled I’ll slap you in the back of the head
And you better not cry just not a clever hot guy you dumb instead
Your rear parts fear my art and now you constipated and lonely
Only can shit a little bit, you walk blind and fault rhyme strongly
For this, my blend and rhyme will end your spine hear me homey?
You a trooper lost with rhymes super soft like tissue I can wipe
My nose with them, have the mind of a misfit and your type
Not design to fit in rap with that nitwit crap have no hype
Just a sick jerk without brick work can’t build walls
Or Thrill all the folks with a tall hoax can only fill stalls
Like pigs ear the type wigs that gives you a bad hair day