You done fucked up, after this beating you'll be hoping for death
For you skill has never benefactor, you rely on votes from ya friends
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You done fucked up, after this beating you'll be hoping for death
For you skill has never benefactor, you rely on votes from ya friends
Getting votes from my friends, bro that's heavy,
But jokes on you because I don't have any,
I came for war - to bear arms, it's the time n the place,
Watch how this tard degrades tryna survive in this space,
I get minimal satisfaction but still come through like I'm obsessed,
Cuz there's like 3 people who look forward to what I drop next,
N I just want them to get there kicks, so gotta put you in a box fresh,
Pretty hard tryna make lines about "I'll put you in a box" fresh,
You're an assistant manager at a restaurant specialising in rump steak,
Your breakfast reviews - are just great,
You make female staff work hard in the morning, but for love's sake,
Because you enjoy wanking whilst watching them sleep on their lunch break
https://youtu.be/i7frMSQztGA
It's the return of iLL Finesse, yup, still the best
Last time someone rhymed this divine was epic of Gilgamesh
Challenge me, some I let flee, killed the rest
Brought them back to life, God's light instilled the breathe of life which blesses the mic for the rest of the night, there's only pressure if hype which I like cuz I'm just getting started, hitting moving targets at Target and Walmart, paintball your cart, ducking Paul blart, found bag Mendela's hat and before I gave it back I put it to my ass and let rip a small fart, I know it's immature and as a vet, I'll mature into a big dawg so now I M X, ready to make you leak blood then Crip walk on your set, you all bark, not a threat, you're called a Mark, buster, trick, an all around piece of shit, a fuckin bum, your name is fuckin dumb and idiotic, you think it's zany and psychotic, it's lame b, you a trainee wishing you was in a position the same as me, you ain't been through the flames my G, seen the pain I've seen, it's made me make my dreams come true, this is the name you will succumb to
- iLL Finesse
Ill Finesse...
You ain’t “epic of Gilgamesh”, you’re more like a Dilbert sketch.
Whoever thinks Finesse is ill... must be chugging on Benadryl til they’re high as his dental bill.
Bruv, you’re bereft of skill, I don’t like your shit and I never will. Let’s fight, your pen’s light like a feather quill.
Fuck off, like you left right on next flight to West Brazil via Pleasantville.
Take a break, you’d better chill. I’m reading your shit, like, ‘wow... the same sentence still?’
https://youtu.be/zZBtuCX0Ybs
Same sentence still?
Noise I kill, top of the hill with something brand new
Show you what I can do, which I plan to
but first understand I'm hung like a horse
Passing out L's, as well your rhymes TOO SHORT
Biiyooooch
Hit abort, FUCK YOUR FORT Lil nigga
Just address me as mister
So you been watching me like baby sitters
Took you days to consider if ya would dip ya toe in this mixture, I max cuz I'm the bigger picture, switch up, iMac when I'm with your sister, thick butt, we fucked, didn't kiss her, missed her when I tried to nut on her face, what a waste of time, now her brother, slime, chimes in with his basic rhymes, just another face in line that thinks he can reflect off my grace and shine, I embrace the grind so now I'm in a place to take what's mine, there's no mistaken who I am, the diagram vs inch worms who think they leviathans, not realizing I am Poseidon, the African version that they got their writings from, Olokun, also known as the noble one, I'm global son, you a local slack jawed yokel n mogul holmes, I mean in mobile homes, broke nigga with APR* higher than your total loan, to burn my kingdom you must use fire, till then I'll be admired because I hold the throne, you being considered a threat was overblown...
You're a failed yo-yoer, low blower, no hoper,
And the world's first black guy to have a Bobby Charlton comb over,
Your mind couldn't grow slower if it was kept in stasis,
and I make that statement on the fundamental basis of you wearing tracksuit pants with a belt n braces,
Your present state is: sorry n frail,
You once got trapped in a lift while you were shopping for kale,
stuck for 6 hours with an introverted boffin n failed to establish yourself as the dominant male,
If you get locked in a jail you'll get your anus killed getting raped for thrills cuz you're a lady Ill,
You convince yourself you can pay the bills if someone spots your writing talents and you pray they will,
but it's unlikely, given that your name is still
a synonymic description for your ailing skill
Hey Mandela!
You will get bagged quicker then the amount of time it would take for me to say your full name, your so lame,
To knock you out I only need a 1 to 1.5 sec time frame.
And that's a soft mission, no issue, your about as tough as those white cats that guard tissue.
Peace.
Hey Don!
I don't know what you do for a job shotta,
But if it takes you a second to throw a punch, it's not boxer,
Perfect answer - you're a turtle catcher, nerf dispatcher,
Plans an ambush with his homies like "let's murk this rapper,
I'll swing first, you try to hurt him after while he's recovering in fits of girlish laughter",
Ugh, you gangster,
Calls himself Lumber Jack but never swung an axe and insists on moving with wooden tact,
Run it back, there's another way you're lumber jackin as well,
You split tree, with your dad, cuz you can't afford a bag to yourself
Rhymes?Quote:
Originally Posted by Bag Mandela
I spit 'em fluidly? Dude'll need an eulogy.. check how the syllables flow.
So this gon' be a body, Bag...and you're gonna fill one of those..
That whole lumberjack shit was trash...you need to level up
But I guess you thought that angle woodwork like a beveled cut?!
You reached with that concept...the truth is its flawed.
Next time you go out on that limb I'm just hoping a noose is involved
Ill come to ya front door with this beef...blast him to smithereens
Ring his bell & drop Bag on his front porch..This that contactless delivery
He bested me in the 1-2…it won’t happen again tho, you can bet me
They only slobbered all on your bag til they realized it wasn’t the guy from netcees
And Phal doesn’t quite disrespect me…he couldn’t smash my teeth out for nothin
In fact, my dentist musta given me Novocain cause all I feel you pullin are punches
None of you Jews could make me sweat ya, any concentration’s below ‘em
If I was worried bout an Ill Finesse…it’d be for Ralph from Schindler’s List gettin covid
Yep, that whatever ya said something Mandela effect is one that I'll remember correct & never forget,
Heavy respect,
I'm tryna let a punchline get in my head but I'm weirded out by you imagining my testicles wet,
It's the detail of it, "slobbering", some kind of gay boy super horn,
At this point it's basically VoiceView for porn,
You strike me as someone who works at staying home as a father,
Freestyles feeding his kids "Ayo I'm toting bananas",
Couldn't smack bag, it pains you to say I'm doper with bars but I'm not mad at Cody-next time I just ope-he-hits harder
If father & banana rhyme for you? I know your accent just must be thick..
Can almost hear you flappin’ your gums, you pronounce words like your teeth are shit
Like Austin Powers w/ no chicks, from the womb he was mappin’ this style
you only heard “yeah…baby…” when they asked your mum if she’s fat or with child
Even your name is confused…It’s almost trans, but I’ll throw down
I still don’t know if you a Mandela…so I’ll use she & him as your pronouns
My accents somewhere between shotty horroh & Sean Bean,
The way you acts senseless homosexual porn fiend,
I'm from England, so before talking on language just think, stop,
You're a trap fan telling a New Yorker boom bap isn't hip hop,
But I'll be accomodating n say father & banana less,
Cuz I know when you have to take apart a code he starts to stress,
You just saw me & Virb talking how our government aren't the best,
Putting two and two together's something you dance around & can't address
Mandela a cornflake..his punches never have us feel it or pack a sting...
So I got after his Life..& put Bag in a box like cereal packaging
I never thought pussy could talk till you opened your mouth/
stuffin dildoes down your throat, that's what I'm about/
stuff it so much you can't even scream or shout/
I'm quick to take you out, sever your leg and use it to beat you till you pass out/