Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[Don Flows]

Your schlong glows? ,
Isn't that what your mouth does on altoids? ,
How long? ,
Doesn't matter with the beam on your brain ,
Put you in a chamber with infrared signals ingrained ,
While your in spirit ,
I'm poppin ya corpse ,
slingin the flames ,
Singin glocks for your departure ,
Your depleted by aim ,
Your whole frame gets did up ,
Can't get up ,
Put your penis in a whore and ya shlong gets lit up ,
I've had enough like your trashy raps touchin mine ,
Maximum penalty for your diss ,
compared to me ,
your rips are touchy and kind

[Don Flows]

Can’t you read the markings of the magnum shots? ,
“Your a padawan” ,
Make you watch my light saber battles on a magnavox ,
I’d shoot you up in your home stead ,
Leave you at home dead ,
For your drinkin binge ,
You wish that guiness came in low red ,
People like you think their hot ,
But when people like me come ,
you learn that you are not ,
My space ship came from a martian lot ,
When I shoot these bombs they never drop ,
Like I’d lose my smarts on making drops ,
Your like a kid that digs a fall ,
I know you wanted me to flop ,
Gosh ,
I see the intelligence that you lost ,
You think your god bod ,
And again your not ,
You think you’re a top shot ,
Yet again your not ,
Cuz I milk these rhymes whenever I rock ,
Stick these fuses in your ear ,
Hear them blaze ,
Ending your career ,
Your fear’n me ,
The king of disaster is here ,
Want to see my face in your face in the mirror? ,
Uh ,
Chump! ,
If you study all my shots ,
You’ll see I’m lightin all your limbs when I dump ,
Turn up these rugers ,
So forget bringin pumps ,
I’ll put you in a dead mans place with the guns

[Bag Mandela]

Mildly entertaining, but something I won't re-read over,
You'll get punched drunk while I'm clean sober,
Start wars for a little green man I don't mean Yoda,
Go 0-100 quicker than a cybertruck with 3 motors,
I usually leave em leakin but if you're Don flows I guess I block holes,
You wouldn't be colder if the temperature dropped low & the lock froze,
You're such a bitch when you were little you wore hand me down dog clothes,
I'm super comfy getting under your feet like long robes,
You came out the mud to rap and got smoked like frontos,
This materials going over your head like ponchos,
You're fabric soft sucker,
And you can't be cut from the same cloth as the cloth cutter

[Ill Finesse]

Damm, who's to blame for what this place became
Only one name can be ascertained as consistently lame
It's you soar.. and it's a damn shame you have no claim in the future
I'll take your life for a pair of new Jordan's
just send the coordinates, I'll make short work with this
In front of an audience, Don flows.. left and right like Don flamingo, in this thing yo I'm an anchor like Trey Wingo, angels sing, trumpets blow, crowds get more pumped than right after trump has spoke, Then don gets on and the awkwardness is uncomfortable....






















.... look, this ain't ratatouille, not everybody can cook
not everybody can drop a hot 16 with a fire hook
I either inspire or leave em shook
You can't hide anything from me nigga
cuz I'll read a book
One things for certaiiiin, got the UV to raise the thc and the terpenes
I'd say it's working
no longer searching, the real is here, lurking

-Ill Finesse

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[Polybius]

Your name almost says it all, but I’LL FINESSE these rhymes...
This is easily lyrical slaughter, y’all just witnessing me confess these crimes.
Less is fine...we all know you’re ILL so someone get this dude some meds...
Don’t cross the line, I’ll tie you up by your hair cause I’m not the only thing he dreads.
Spring from bed when I hear Finesse is out here talking shit...
You talk, not spit...and I love pussy but right now your throat the only thing getting fucking slit.
Duck n slip when I’m throwing haymakers at your dome...
You’re scared and squirming and sound like a bitch faking moans.
Now tuck your tail and take it home, this cypher is complete...
You failed, I don’t...and instead of biting bars stick to biting sheets.

[Bag Mandela]

Sheet biter, you're a weak writer and a tweet liker,
Polybius - cuz you got fake game, mine kicks harder than street fighter,
I'll jerk one out on your bitch, get to nuttin in the place,
Your friends sayin "Don't you think your girls pretty? Why's Bag covering her face?",
There's a hole in the scene so I'm filling the gaps,
You've got a hole in your jeans because you finger ya crack,
I say real shit, but may as well have wrote it in Spanish or colloquial language, either way I know you won't understand it,
Take what a boss has and you'll be one, that's how they're livin in the world,
And if I went to check Poly pockets, then I'd be a little girl

[Don Flows]

Look man all the times I rip you with the heat ,
Be the last time I compete ,
cuz you'd be dead in the street ,
I hope that your diamonds got little imperfections ,
West dead inspection on ya head impressions ,
I strike at an angle at ya throat ,
I aint no joke ,
The raps succeed to bring stacks to my grips ,
Dip out with the techs and hit you with carbon tips ,
I stroke ya woman with a blessed move ,
My ghettoness is higher than most of you dudes ,
Take my libido out the test tube ,
makin it with the technology I used ,
Brand your crew with a 50 shot spray ,
Your dazed and confused ,
I move out the way smooth ,
On a path and I make it with the tool ,
Police got you ,
I look at bag and just smirk like he's not important ,
I been rappin with this cat since he was a joke ,
Bring the map up and land more mines till your broke ,
When I toke ,
I never spaz out and go crazy ,
even minded kid so my brain stays amazing ,
Copestetic not complaining ,
Take a mic and talk about ya low rating ,
Lit like a match in heaven with god devastating ,
Muscles stuck out like 2 weapons ,
look the guns separating

[Bag Mandela]

You know what's really stupid bout how you were Kaid n switched?
You changed to Don Flows but not even your cadence switched,
I made a list, checked it twice,
Just to tell you I got presence cuz I'm extra nice,
You're a genetic splice between wet n wipes,
Living a false "I use my gun, will I get to heaven?" life,
Precarious spitter who swears he's s some killer, but drives a fiat 500 with a 'powered by fairydust' sticker

[Slick Trick]

Bag here trying to claim superior
You got a inferiority complex just look at your interior

Tryna be smart with the linguistics
But only a retard rhymes "switched" with that shit

Can you even fight legs like fish sticks
Slick is the GOAT i stay free of the sucka characteristics

Stop rhyming i must insist it
Youre garbage just like your list is

[Don Flows]

Slick Trick the only thing hotter than me is the pasta shells ,
blowin through ya brain give you more sound than a oscar bell ,
Change the sound of the horns goin through ya ears ,
and walk it out outside after the desert do ya ears ,
I'm done with mine ,
The shotty masculine like a over sized porcupine ,
I'm short of a mine ,
The scope raise you up to the moon like a hate sign ,
I'm above you commitin atmospheric sex ,
Tappin ya chick out on the bed ,
who I'm goin do next? ,
Flex ,
Jungle body in the room gettin Rec , (rec/recreation)
Smooth as ever with a weapon to get in tune with my tech

[Don Flows]

I move on ya set wit goons and goblins ,
You stay starvin while I stay shinin ,
I watch how I move a snake with my fourth talon ,
But I aint a bird ,
If you think that you must be wildin ,
Chiselin my scythe's blade while the wolves howlin ,
Try to counterfeit money but ya minds challenged ,
Smoke that grass without the dew frost ,
You came to ya house and said ya wife suckin who off ,
I’ll Knock ya face off ya bone structure with the burna ,
Cut ya brains memory off with mathematics ,
to make kid is a slow learner ,
Cuz I’ll burn ya ,
Takin street science to make my slime cats into murderers ,
I aint concerned wit ya ,
Shoot ya hat off with the desert eeg (eeg/eagle) ,
Watch you trip over steps in your death is a pleasantry ,
Aint no way to measure me ,
Find a way to chop at ya dome to a steady beat ,
Put a vice on ya brain and drain the liquid ,
I stay sick wit it ,
See ya wife “sun”/son you like a “raisin” with the syphilis ,
Smoke a roach and blow rings that make you reminisce ,
Then you wonder when I’m endin this…

[Bag Mandela]

Wondering when you’re gonna end this? Don’t take it to heart,
Regarding battle rapping, It’s more of a wait til ya start,
So you’re not gunz vs gunz now? No bustin weapons?
New name, new identity as a fuckin lemon?
Well I got a shotty, and physics class taught me a couple lessons,
You’re from Mass, Flow, so you can get a slug per second,
How many people believe you’re a gangster? None,
End up in a trunk for thinking you’re a master-Don,
Maybe I’m too quick to judge on your image theme,
Don Flows, not a criminal, don’t be sippin lean,
Don Flows, not the type to put out hits for green,
It’s Don Flows, king of the McDonalds drinks machine

[Don Flows]

I'm not influenced by you and your raps ,
You the second type of dude I heard today on somethin wack ,
I got stacks of dough and you got stacks of pringle chips ,
You lookin at the epitomy of flow ,
Pretty cat with the gold ,
You? ,
I seen you in the streets walkin on the road ,
Tryin to get to ill lyricism but your left in the cold ,
No? ,
Tell me something new that you wanna try to do ,
Massacring me is a oddity ,
Somethin you can’t do outta the blue ,
I’ll bring the vibes to you ,
Put you in critical condition when I beat you half to death ,
You’ll see the light on the other side after I blast the tech ,
After the room gets quiet ,
Pop that thang at ya face ,
You can’t eat me ,
Forget your diet and your weight ,
I aint afraid ,
Game head ,
Gears of war ,
rapid fire to ya frame ,
You couldn’t slay me even if I asked for pain

[Bag Mandela]

You have a frail n small mind,
You get called the GOAT and it means the gayest of all time,
No joke, you're gay, every day, all day,
When you Photoshop your Dad's face onto a body builder, it's foreplay,
You wear sailor costumes with no pants, what the fuck?
I'd try draw you out again with a bill but I know Don'll duck,
I'll box you up left foot forward or unorthodox it's, when I check ya jaw it turns to orthodontics,
Ya know cuz a check is a tick, that's something you definitely missed n it's not a hard one,
When I gotta repeat it for you to understand it, it's a par-don,
You are far gone, your music's wack, shit beats, no bars,
On paper you've been put in box after box, so I won't be surprised if Flow charts

[Don Flows]

The size of the mist is sudden ,
Rise like the sun but under cover ,
High horizons in the cold ,
Real soldiers don't put spoils inside of the rose ,
You? ,
I down size my foes ,
Gold winner ,
you love mixed choices ,
well I only sell cold winters ,
Yes I buck all sinners ,
Slip past my base ,
and I'll bake ya gas like old freight trains ,
Aint nothin new but the nikes and the flutes ,
and prolly the ape apparel ,
I'm vicious cousin ,
and the guage will scare you ,
Holy lord might nightmare you ,
Pull a heist in the mist of the double oh seven cradle ,
Go back to hell where you came from ,
Take a chunk out your lung