uh oh uh yeah...

Next time I get on yall better see the skills
and spit on the real and for that you get killed
I'm the don that sprays shots at ya village and kin
Bein cautious wit age cuz it rots on ya innards within
Yo... / You seen the coast got the motorollas on my soldier
I'll be dead body yesterday today and later until I'm colder
Uhh... / I've gotten hotter so you should better seek refuge
You better pop them shots at me before I'm left un-ensued
A Roof is what you need because I'm above the law of speed
Rush quick wit these guns till I'm a slum under the laws decree
Tail gate'n me wit these slugs racin to ya wake in ya space
Wait later till I run through and grace these slugs up in ya face
I wrote lines that kill and forgot criminal road fines
Yeah / I got on the mill and begot maximum gold rhymes
Killers get away at the inch of they life from the shots
Till I pinch a way to get my AR's tight like the hand glocks

I shoot dice wit my gang being on this cash roll
The cops bringin heat to the city makin it that cold
Flip backwards wit these raps I'm the man wit the strap
Cuttin rhymes down to a line like crack on the map
Slick macks pull back and shoots flames on ya sneakas
Beef holders slightly crazy rollin up wit these wife beatas
I keep senorita's - like mine walkin on these cold streets
Tracing my enemies wit macklamore
brothas you think I won't leap?
I keep a row of beef rivalin so I aint sleep
These toasters gotta be loose when I gotta bring heat
Uhh.../ Like Rosay making money off of these crack feinds
Runnin full speed wit this game trailin like a track meet
I aint one for the cold hours in Brooklyn wit bold powers
U.S be makin the soldiers that kill some'n or hold cowards
For the cause of it I aint even seen bars that fit
When I talk about scenes thats cooler or seem more relevant

Ok the diss is like this - a guy on a web site
Luck on his mind but he aint got his head right
I take ya whole style and flip it for the coke deal
This dude goin be poppin off at the "grill" like a "broke wheel"
When I'm done wit this guy trips goin be his fantasy
Cuz when I go Jamacian he goin get freaked like jodeci
I gave him dreams as a pinch hitter but he aint like that
And a broke jaw on his dome assassinated from bite'n back
I'll be a bro to ya make you keep some coke and a ruger
But when I come around get my money or I'll put my toast to ya

Uhh...

Yeah - I post on the block homicidal wit my game on the meth
Go against me get terrible cuts on ya body like da black death
That's no guess - yeah I'm prolly goin see you in ya coffin, G
Your light work the cops right now might even pardon me
I like to start it up north wit ya homies in the whips
Make you die for all its worth...
leavin you dead wit all these tips

When the game is on you know soar kaid got tight aim
I'll have this dude sayin "guy" more times than Saddam Hussein (on southpark movie)
And yeah I'm bangin past the point where I'll loot this kook
I'm drainin shots in his cranium so the beef can cook
Yall aint seen nice wit a glock ever in ya existence
until you pay kaid about "a lot" of next generation disses
Its all science fiction - cuz this cat think that he playin hard
Never mind my diction - my raps cut like seraded blade playin cards
I'd never take the god wit a note on his backs sayin "kick me"
But if he / happens to be gone in the brain I'mma kill em!

Hold up homie / who you think you talkin to?
If I battle this dude he'll lose and be a street walkin fool
I doubt I'd reminisce about the disses that we've given
So if be real - I'mma beat ya to the point you can't be livin
Look / me and you is like platinum and gold hard to learn
If its in ya conscience and is tangeable till the brain is hurt
Gold on the brain/ HA! I mean speakin it like a gods high
I'll bring you pain to ya body... NAH...like you can't die
I'm getting more choices than the boys wit the royces
When I roast ya /
being the worst goin seem like you eatin Stouffas! (Stouffer's brand food)

Anybody wanna battle? Anybody?

What? its like that? Yall brothas aint down no more?

Nah? Well I'mma be on here for a while so its whatever....

Record deals is for suckas / make real money
Don't be so gutta / so understand from me

I be lost in dooms day devices
My Mechanical syndromes moved with pliers
My brains pushin through the roof over compliant
No I aint a robot but my conscious is immortalized
As my intelligence hits the airwaves becoming Commercialized
Put it in the press but yall still aint see'n it
the truth is test and yall still aint see'n it

I pulverize planets / with this metal fist
And I shoot guns off / till this barrel quits

Yall brothas aint ready for the proof I squeal
lose the deal wit yall fake rap spoof appeal
You think you doin it big but aint nothing bigger than
A man that gained more genetailia from lying to a fan
Speak the truth if you know it or ball till you foldin
The game of life is an obsession to those who show it
But not the life that you speak out in the open
the life that cannot be
being under the light of the chosen
For the life that cannot be is life that god hasn't chosen
Priceless parts of creation that was never put in motion
We are in illuminati parts and the worlds in a cube
And the position within the parts got us sub-dued
I know this - ask all my cronies if they know me
You only live once because of that god aint one of my homies

I see you in the dark havin to be a double O G
When you see the flames get it right slow or flee
Rappers aint holdin me I blast torwards speed demons
Wit the passion I must have a higher calling like Christ Jesus
I'm causing a spectical under weight wit this fright'nin glow
I spaz on brothas till they face is covered wit lightnin blows
Fists fly and connect until they fast like a guiser blowin
My beings soul aint without the power in this higher poem
Uhh... I am on the sky's clouds floatin wit the spirit bound
My golden shoes might as well sky walk N then touch ground
Ya darkness is in ya pistols hallow tips not in ya inner self
Rockin this "board" with help by the silver man wit the silver belt
Platinum raps above the hood in a place that you never felt
I'm putting super sonic waves in ya way until ya brain melts

I'm going insane for these profits I'm lockin in lockas (lockers)
Takin these brothas to shame as I am walkin wit rockas (rockers)
I got a gun I'll lift it cuz I'm ready for the opposition /
the energy I hold is synergistic and so efficient I'm not missin
I gampled rappers so how they gonna come back from death?
Bashin wit the hammer so these slugs fly straight through they breath


Soar Kaid is the man rappin with the don gotti flow
Big haters that talk is an understatement like a modest show
Burnas and AK's so please give me time for shootin ammunition
I dog "Houston" broads like bobby brown the singer in new edition (oops...heh)
You'll have a tooth missin ramblin on in my streets
Tuh! bring it to the def brotha no holdin out wit this beef

Yo...

I am jet set above the earth blowin kush clouds
Unless you plan first you goin catch a beat down
And these girls barely goin know that I got the rocks
wit knots N diamond stones on the front of the watch
Undressin these women wit they pearls and they designer clothes
Jewels on my cuff links bettin the complexions like kolide o scope


I brought a brick home and I had to put it on twitter
I got ya chick at home havin awesome intercourse wit her (sike...not)
My cold jams is very viral like a rapper that made it through
They old man hits were all flops so these rappers is through
I'm wreckin wit a clap shootin super sonic calls
I bet ya can't rap so stop ya goofin cuz it all falls
These women beat around the bush when they wanna
But I get it now my brain is on the kush like Madonna
Hood brothas ride on 26's while they pushin the clutch
These undercovers hate it for awhile then they sellin the dutch
I make a quick rush for rims that's why I never spend
give you drivin lesson these kids can't catch me in what I'm in
Got up wit the weed so these dudes ought to get a taste
I'm hot as da weed so these cute girls opt to give me face
Cold war was all I knew growin up in the streets
Guns on tour as I'm shootin on tuckin people to sleep!

Total distruction / this man don't know how I manage
I bless the fist first like the holy ghost then I cause damage
Your a whole seller but I'mma dope boy theres a difference
I put ya soul on blast under the sky wit my power lifted
This brotha is a generic talkin like he bout to bust a gun
I see this bum but I don't see the point where you comin from
I'm mostly raggin on this brotha cuz he insists on takin kicks
Bully this feind until I break through his face wit my fists
You less of a coward I could be blunt but I'm being generous
Punches to ya chest aint the least till you mess wit the Furious
I'll take yo jewels and I bet that the platinum on the chain studded
This rappers worst blunder was getting on rapverse and started frontin

Nah brotha back to the dimention where you battle ya raps
I'll put you in an illusion of crack dispurse and scatter your back
I seen the truth essense but it aint much till you learn to ball
This punk knows I'll under rate him cuz my punches ready to brawl

My score in rap is higher than Pac Man masters
Leavin my legacy on this man dome when I trash ya
I'm bustin the AR till the cops come to my position
More shots to ya face wit my glocks safety missin
Look at this boy / looks like he's got intelligence stocked
But I'm much nicer - gettin grams of the premium rocks
I'll stop ya show now till my soul gets the glow
I'mma general league brotha that fights wit blows

see me

You could be a man wit a dream but still lose to me
Because JFK dudes get watched on the shootin spree
I'm supposed to be the illest terra dome sighted villian
I keep a glock on me in case my homies fall victim
Brothas could be on a roll and still not feel the cold
I bring my rollies with the techs cuz my homies wanna roll
Big thangs - like dilingers that will shoot to kill
Coupe de vills is all I ride as I come for ya grill
I'm satisfied cuz I got satisfaction for my satisfaction
That's a double deal like 20 mill thats good for long action
You gotta mess wit me - I'mma cool cat wit the paper
I made the team and got in the squad / no tail gators
I ignore the haters but reach for the gun when its on
I'mma tech major these creeps goin run when its on
Uhh... I'm about to be like I'm seven three in the air
You goin need Shaq's size to face me in my fresh pair

You gonna press me to confess these flames out of my mouth
More dames than the most handsome angel man in the south
People goin hate - but I'mma still put it in
This brotha can't escape - cuz I'm gonna imprison him
I Jump like a flame and I kill like a rapper scorned
This cat can't aim at me cuz I move like a mauve storm
You got broke rhymes - they aint lookin pretty
I'll take a hit of punches and anything you can give ta me
But you'll still lose cuz my soul is like a hot rap
Cuz when I use my spirit these brothas get mo relaxed
and I'mma spit these caps on ya head till you levitate
More politics than Washington but it aint time to Delegate

call me "moe storms" / votes on / kill a dude like voltron
I eat this rapper when I go on he goin go to sleep - not preform
Best to start confessin - Beasty wit weapons in hot poems
Leave him wit moe holes than swiss cheese no provolone
Cat try to discredit me cuz I post up and dice raps
I wouldn't wanna be him cuz his business is caught back
I don't take mess like his Cuhz - I limit this brotha
Put depression on his mind and place him in deep slumber
I be doin rap numbers high cache typin wit my computer on
He goin do the robot when I "triple attack" his circuit board
No I don't rise at don I stay up like a vampire killin kids
I'll dash on em wit clenched fists - yall know - million hits!

bro go suck a dick, your rhymes aren't barbs...
none of us rap no more, we all got jobs...

lmao yes

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