Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[Don Flows]

You got lucky with that sports center subliminal. lol... it aint no way you on that level yet. I'll show you subliminal...

So far you’ve been an ant that I reluctantly forgot to squash ,
I’ll leave you complacent ,
Hack your morality and leave you in the dark ,
That sports center is the only line you had amongst jibberish ,
Your brain must be on impreza ,
a medication over from Ritalin ,
Pass the righteous jokes aside ,
Now I’m about to get you ,
Hit you with the metal in the gun like a criminal ,
Finesse got ,
little subliminals ,
Look ,
I am a general ,
Try to hide your hair line when you put on your fitted ,
I’m shootin bullets out the desert that’ll give you ab stitches ,
And that’s written ,
Blow your head off and make a bum a photo finish ,
The difference between me and you ,
Is that I keep comin with the slugs ,
I’m blastin at your mug while you be hittin drugs

[Don Flows]

Be cool before you try to dive in the lake ,
Finesse you aint ready for the hate ,
I'll get fly at your wake ,
You must be a clown ,
pie in your face ,
Ninja Kawasaki throwin stars ,
Sai of disgrace ,
I am a level above you in existence ,
This is the predicament ,
I am a predicate ,
You speak with a forked tounge claimin to be a linguist ,
You aint attentive ,
Don’t know the housing of the dimension ,
Play you in Mortal Kombat Eleven ,
Wouldn’t even give you a friendship ,
Finesse your lost ,
And I stay M J dangerous at whatever the cost ,
I’ll leave you in misery without the air of an oxygen atom ,
My fighting spirit is about twenty thousand soldiers inside a battalion

[Don Flows]

how rappers gonna only be able to talk about one piece of cake, when I can talk about every piece of cake in the world?

[Bag Mandela]

Yep, genius, that's how you know your mind is great,
when you think you're writing at a higher rate
because you talk about - not one slice - but an entire cake,
I believe you've spent a while pondering ice'n base,
Despite the heavy sarcasm you're sensing there,
You've managed to check a square in life's great questionnaire
by showing you have the potential to become progressively self aware
in your realisation that if life is cake we all get a share,
Shhh... Can you hear that... There it is again I swear...
if you listen closely you can hear Aristotle yelling "yeah!",
In time you'll learn why barrin in a booth is really sparrin for the youth, you can punch forever and a day, nothing hits harder than the truth

[Don Flows]

You ever wonder how you could give a tan to a dude without the heat? ,
You'd think its not the hot sun ,
But your flesh will fry whenever the drops done ,
Wonder if you need lightning to create a sonic blade? ,
I’ll use the tip of it on you ,
Feelin grave? ,
uh ,
Bag I’ll eat you alive like AIDS in a guerilla ,
when the light from my glock flies off of the filta ,
The outcome is killer ,
You gettin out to put ya hands on a felon ,
I’m eatin food when I say I’m puttin hands on ya melon ,
I’m wearin sheets ,
and I’ll kill you with the shell casings ,
on that ghost stuff ,
take your crib includin ya baby

[Don Flows]

Eat through yo skull like a bore worm or a metal slug ,
Put the dice on your chest and roll it past your effervecent mug ,
People never wit us thugs ,
I am the water under yo ship ,
Bombin yo weed with arsenic ,
Put the money in the pot like larsonists ,
Flawless spit

[Ill Finesse]

First off, How dare employees talk to a boss, don't eyeball me boy you softer than applesauce, I'll bury you somewhere near where you'd hear fraggles talk, you couldn't fuck with me even if you was Don flows of Ragnarok, you a bitch so are you on the rag or not? listen here, if I pull out my duces you'll really disappear, queer, I'll put my foot so far up your derriere, you'll wanna marry my shoe which you can do but they come in a pair, when your mom comes around I cum in her pear, tits, face, hair, let's not take it there so I apologize, for the way I say she was volatised, all in an effort to ostracize, it often happens when employees and a boss collide, you dead inside, only reason why you replied was foolish pride, my ghoulish side wants to find out where you live, kill your kids but let you survive

-Ill Finesse

[Don Flows]

My nature got you soft ,
Thats the whirl winds effort ,
Catch you rappin underground ,
and find a heater to slay you whenever ,
I’m a swan and your uglier than ducklings ,
Your style got inconsistent messages ,
Your just gettin lucky ,
I play the sport on tracks ,
You need to take the next train ,
You think you better than don? ,
You must be deranged ,
I’ll knock you out of your frame ,
Watch the shinin light on my chain ,
The pictures you paint ,
aint butter ,
Eye my photo’s and see it in livin color ,
I’m not like the others ,
Don’t make a huge mistake ,
And never move and brake ,
I’mma joker ,
so you better remove ya ace ,
You aint playin shootin no balls ,
Makin touch downs or beatin no calls ,
You can’t brawl like Sugar Ray ,
You takin falls from flight like air lines ,
but I stay on point wit mines

[Don Flows]

c'mon walk wit me ,
Day walker like blade ,
Go into the hood cold when I take the rocks out ya chain ,
Bang ,
Boy You try to talk it out ,
I’ll drop a casket on rapbattles filled with what you rap about ,
I enter beast mode ,
Eat you like a lion ,
I ,
Then walk on the court and blast off like I’m Zion ,
You enterin a ohio cats space ,
I’m wonderin how fast you can tell on me ,
You get in the rat race ,
skat face ,
whole sale for your food but I give it a passed date ,
Money makers aint on your non sense ,
Layin ya body with the mic something like bombs did ,
Man I got bomb spits

[Bag Mandela]

You get +1 invites n go without dates, "Thanks, uh, I won't bring a girl, what about Jay?"
You asked me if I ever wondered how to give a man a tan with no heat, no, that sounds gay,
Eyebrows raised, you seen a pale guy you like n wanna give him a brown glaze,
You know how you get a tan? I browsed - rays,
Or you could dye it, they got a method centred round sprays,
I only lighten complexions, never doubt, straight,
cos you could die for real when the shooter I send around sprays,
I been in the pits, like roll on,
If I catch you in the road Don I'll flatten you and the my little pony bike you rode on,
Another cold one, mixed up somewhere in the frame,
Bars the last thing on ya mind when they tear through ya brain,
at least it will be easy bearing the pain & that's the only chance you'll get to die wearing a chain

[Don Flows]

I’m light ,
But should I blaspheme against god? ,
You’re a demon ,
You think cat’s clear you on this earth cuz your hard? ,
Light contrasts the darkness ,
So when my UFO blows past your jet ,
You goin really need to get sharpened ,
Energy powers me to my core ,
If I told you I’d abduct you like aliens would you still want war? ,
You’ll die when I take the air from your lungs ,
If you tryin to have my light deprived of the sun ,
My soul is in your surroundings ,
If you were a lord ,
I’d kill you in your temple following this bounty ,
I pray for all the suckas that’s around me ,
Even though that holy ghost spiritual talk is lousy

[Don Flows]

Kill you when the shells split your face like spinnin turbines ,
Blow you up like pasta noodles when the heat put on high ,
Destroy you on the track cuz you built like a cheap car ,
Your rippin pages out of your notes cuz your broke and de-evolved ,
Slump you ,
And make you clump in the casket like cat dump ,
Your raw ,
But the real you is mildewed ,
Like a ghost ,
I get money and teleport from a acura to a Nissan sport ,
Venezuela ,
Your bucks aint worth nothin but dust

[Bag Mandela]

Made it out the mud like a hut, you attempt to clay-my life,
I don't mean a pizza hut, I mean a hut hut, you'd better take a hike,
I create what you aim & strive to fit in writtens,
you wish you knew the science but phys ed isn't physics,
you just think you're the spitting image of this spitters image cuz every time I drop it looks polished up to a mirrored finish,
You're the kid that mimics your biggest critics,
dress it up how you like, your skill with lyrics is wearing hand me down worn out skirts in the outskirts of a little village on the outskirts of my city limits,
Why did you stop all the secret tiger style ninja gimmicks?
But more to the point, why bother beginning with it?
And where are your tracks? You're saying that it's time that you blew,
Doesn't matter if you drop em as Soar, Don, you won't make it outside of the tube

While we're on the topic - 90s power rangers - I was down with the shit,
Machiko Soga - Rita Repulsa - undoubtedly fit,
RIP, if she hadn't died in 2006, I'd 100% still go to town on the chick

[Ill Finesse]

To me you're dusty, ashes to ashes, after all these clashes I'm considered the greatest like Cassius, and you're just the latest I smite with ass kicks, literally, you're a kid to me, I should do a bid for taking you out your misery, think about Chris Weidman's injury as the imagery I want you to live thru, if I let you live (FACTS) punch you in your face and the only return fire is an EXPLETIVE followed by why you do that? mouse under your eye turns a bluish black, going hard like if we on the yard son, giving you an education like Sonny Carson, pardon my jargon has harmed tons, my mind is an armed gun, this a stick up, I know you wouldn't bust a grape, so this like tinder and you getting raped on the first date, I be lurking, searching for a person and then I Merc em', for certain it's curtains I puts the work in, I'm the man bruh, I be fucking up more kids than nambla, your rhymes are banter, what's glory in the presence of the Divine? I'm the answer! I'm the cure to you cancers like Don flows who's power level is Yamcha, can we get along? My spirit bomb brings fear to the calm, I kamahameha bag Mandela's mom after prom, afterwards she said damn boy, for now on I'll call you Android, I said what can I say like JJ, I love to give my fans joy, even if I'm just a damn toy used for sex, there still was a mutual respect, I'm -ill Finesse...

[Bag Mandela]

Big up Dilla, you linked his beat, respect, that's hard,
Droppin a dead man's beats with a dead man's bars,
Your kinda stupid bro, as in your IQ is super low,
your rhymes stink of someone who wanks to porn remakes of yu-gi-oh,
I'm the type to only usually go for single women,
But I KFC seasoned my dick n that's what Fin girl lickin,
"I'm a man bruh, I be fuckin up kids",
Damn, if that's not manly I don't know what the fuck is,
Talkin that ashes to ashes shit, yeah you can act mean,
But makes more sense to picture a 'Bag cleaning up ill dust with a vac' scene