Diss The Person Above You-Freestyle Battle Cypher

[Fool]

You've beat your swords into words
only to stab the establishment
Anarchy runs rampant, hell bent
I'm not a rapper
I'm a poet
Rhymes make the thread so beautiful, ribcage might as well close it
I'm not a writer
I'm an artist
Paint over the worlds malign cyst
Your obviously a well informed member of the community
You couldn't spell pedestal right if it was your sole duty
Your rhymes are all slop
like you got conceived behind an IHop
Put some real effort into it
Instead of using the government as a catching mit

[Norfsuthr]

Why so excited with yourself your bustin nuts?
When most of us decided that your nothin much...
Thats the hard truth, art of fact
You're subpar youth, I'm an artifact
Grown wise with the ages
a spectacle like the rise of cicadas
a class above like polos to gators
on a level you'll never see like top secret data
Me? I'm UFO fly keepin it fifty one
you're a cockpit beneath my nifty pun
Swallow my words or sleep with a gun

liked the hellen/helen lines

[Riss]

When proclaiming that you're a class above
then obviously lyrics are needed to back it up
otherwise the sky's the limit regarding lies
so jump outta that Apollo or you're bound to die
of fire inside just like the first of them
when I casted a curse on them
I steady keep having a thirst for M-
C blood, drinking it with a hatter out of a teapot
a hillbilly saw an unidentified flying fool when I grabbed and threw
you by the neck all the way back to school

[Norfsuthr]

lol nice ending, i'll back at you later

[the cannabis evangelist]

i got a fat dick for ur wife to choke on,
shes cookin me steak,
cuss u cum quicker tha light photons,
and cant move ur hips in the right motion,

[Fool]

(I have to agree with norf, your ending was pretty sick riss. But any way, here I go!)

Man, your the penultimate
You may want to sit
Because I'm about to get philosophical
Cyphers fresh like orbital
The situations getting nebulous
like secret Santa at a communist Christmas
You only speak of pleasures of the skin
Get mature, and debate with the real men
He may not be able to move his hips
but at least his mind can watch his lips
How do you survive
with your maturity so oxygen deprived
Your obviously compensating for a small rap
with an ego overflowing from the tap
I hope you like to bleed lakes
because my sharp retort just put glass shards in your steak

[jerm_haf]

Your names fool so i guess you know already
that your verses are wack and your lines aint steady
so let me step in a tear you up like freddy
my words kill and commit crimes not petty
your rhymes are more slanted than the eyes of Jet Li
the pleasure of the skin is the pleasure you give on your knees
your rhymes are so ugly i dont know what i seen
the only thing you debate is math if you know what i mean
your girl can move her hips
and she do all on my dick
and her minds watching her lips
giving me head taking bong rips
Ripping this verse ive done indeed
Im surviving just fine dont impeed
swag overflowing down to your feet
keep your steak and eat my meat

[ribcage]

Your names jerm haf cause your mind is half a jerm
sittin w/ your comp writing rhymes in a bath of sperm
On the other side is me just smoking my shurm,
but the times quickly ticking so I guess its my turn,
-to teach you, like paper covers rock I always beat you
Like scissors cut paper, Ill find ya girl and rape her
and like scissor got smashed by rock, I smashed her with my cock

[Riss]

I stand tall in the bombingscience crowd of mental midgets
your communication is primitive like binary digits
ribcage playing papes, rocks and scissors
I'll scissor off your fingers and always win hah
and just like Linda - Lovelace you took your mouth too full
talking shit like a fool
word is born, I'm popping a bottle of champaign
stripping you like the russian electorial campaign
what a damn shame..
I'm flipping you around like pancakes
to make some breakfast you need to break some damn eggs
ie. MC's
don't make me angry like the 03 film of Ang Lee
yo I'm amazin [a mason] like Wolfgang A. Mozart
you find my rhymes
hard to understand like putting Kant in the hands of a lowlife

[Fool]

Good god, this thread is sick
though half of you are bombs starting to tick
So lets get it started
With ye olde English before I'm departed
Tiss a sad sight
'cause your a blight
upon the queens english
My fight with you is no quarrel
I shoot up your rhymes like fish in barrel
I have aquired the swagger
of a drunk on XX Lager (Dos Equis Lager; Mexican Beer)
Your english is revolting, I'm sure
Go hide, before I do you up like Shakur
Is there something wrong with slant rhymes
Son, keep up with the times
Jerm, I'm tearing you up for reason
because kicking ass is open for me every season
You must be tripping
Maybe some of that four loco your sipping
This shell is loaded for you
I'm about to unload on you like it's waterloo
While you swallow that shelled sonata
Now now, there's no reason to cry to your mama
Go weep on someone else's shoulder
Rhymes crippled like a coyote stuck under a boulder
Trying to escape, you chew a leg off
only to be staring down the barrel of a musical sawed off
Poetically Inclined, and Intellectually chosen
Fly like Ludwig Beethoven
Poetic Death has arrived
No one will be revived

[Riss]

^

A fool who persists in his folly becomes wise
a Fool writing weak rhymes on bombingscience dies
you've got less flow than Queen Elizabeth's arteries
step to me, I hope you've got a lotta practice playing the lottery
like fine chicks and beatiful cutie's you're under me
it's far from hard to tell
like Nas and well, we both know you fail hard like Gargamel
let me spell it out: me beats you
it's like a motherfucking BBQ
I've already planned the rapture, this is just a sneak preview
I'm a master, nobody can fit these shoes
like Sasquatch, I'm quick to smash whack fucks and act up
like a psychopath, WHAT?!
you've run into some majer ass bad luck
like Donald Duck
and you can almost spot
Gladstone Gander out the side of your eye, playing violin
motherfucker you better buckle up cause I'm wild and violent
my styles the darkest
black as panthers just as fast and militant
cointelpro can blow
me hard and gag while I'm on crack and stimulants
my flow's the most intact and virulent
Fool just overdosed like a bag of crystal meth

[theking]

WTFwtf

[Riss]

^
Yo Ludvig I guess you need a little knowledge to understand me
feel the guillotine aswell as your dame Marie
I'm furious and just as fast G
but fuck a Diesel, I run on on plutonium axe D-
O-C, Brown
you're innocent like Charlie
I'm the wildest most styled MC - Fly like Marty
lyrics that puzzles you
indignationally driving like Jigsaw
wake up with a clock infront of you and a black stud fucking you
as the tape plays this song and you
crumble like the french at Waterloo

Ka to the zaaaam! =]

[jerm_haf]

Dope shit is what this threads evolved to
Riss you jigsaw? Well hear how i solve you
I wont just run circles ni66a i will revolve you
I spit so much fire that it will disolve you
D-O-C brown? I'm D-O-C Rivers
Stay coachin the game making opponents shiver
Dont test me. Im not a forgiver
No, i'm not brown, but I will deliver
Bringing you the heat and i dont plan to cool down
Try to cool off and youll probably just drown
Ive made my name and im working on the crown
You wont have to look for me cuz ill be around town

[Riss]

Here I go again with that vile flow again
always on top - like nobelmen
the dopest thing since a loaf of bread
filet mignon, redwine, fuck your loathsome gin
it's bedtime...
I'll cool down your heat with ease
in my Rock Steady Freeeez-er
beeee smart and read my
words like a mexican peasant extracts ki's from coca leaves
no aurum
like a manneqin merged with Gollum
real prestiiiiige uh
like a Chrysler, from the fifties
bitch please
I'm the rhymer, smacking you down with just a single mighty cypher
throwing you round like Betty Heidler
heil my style while my eyes is miles ahead like China
you fall easily
piece of pie
like painting a sunday night trackside graffiti peice with a piece of mind
meet defeat, eat feces, leave or die
boom biddy bye bye, kiddie
I smash mics from city to city
voice smooth, words that rolls like Royce fool
fuck your Milli Vanilli-
schtick Billy, just go bite me
stuff up your whack rhymes where the sun most likely don't shine G.

[Fool]

You say your a nobleman
But your just a serf
with a nasty farmers tan
your underfoot like papa smurf
Like Gollum
your minds been bent
We're not solemn
Ashes UPS sent
One Rhyme to rule them all
Or in your case one institute's grand hall
My clock's ticking your folly
every second is another moments volley
Hittin' so hard
your floppy like Dali
I send a notice in your regard;
eviction time
stop the smoke n' mirrors, Mr.Mime
I'm like the Ironchef
Your like an easy bake oven
Style like Treble Cleff
Rhymes bitter, like you don't get any lovin'
You mind leaving the scene
Rhymes like a immature pre-teen
Your in the dark;
Cask of Amontillado
I've made my mark
I just changed the worlds motto.

[Riss]

Fine rhymes
but they ain't nothing like mine
so get the sword and the shield in place
cause now it's my time
injecting words so hard the needle breaks
the sense you make is minimal man
the quantity of logical flaws is pituful and
it's worthless pointing out - the individual stands
so you might aswell be logging out
before I start bugging out
contrary to you I correct like mathematics
fooling around on a high level like aerobatics
utterly smashing whacklings
humiliating weaklings
throwing reality in your face like a raging fist kid
out to shatter your make belief shit

[swovr]

Riss, I'll admit you are pretty good
but this isn't the suburbs dude, it's the motherfuckin' hood
I don't have time to read the lines inbetween
of your over-dressed up fancy-ass rhymes nobody understands what you mean.
and don't take that as a bad thing.
I mean it's good you can spell
but how's that gonna help you when you're clearly going to hell
for the whack ass shit you always put up on a wall
don't even attempt that outline, you're a toy just fall
off, and move back into your moms house
safe and sound, and you can watch me take off her fuckin' blouse
but that I guess isn't a bad thing either
cause she can take care of you and even make you dinner
look over your shoulder at your sketches and call you a winner
at least you'll get big ups from your mom, right?
oh and that retarded 14 year old next door, what's his name.. tom wright?
there ya go, some respect on the streets
hope I just made your day, maybe even your week. BLAHHH!!!

I'm sure your walls are dope, no hate haha.

[geza_arts]

hood suburb its the fuckin net, living behind the screan , talking shit thinking that your mean, you aint shit, that is it, get, hit, with these rymes, commiting art crimes, people these days are faker then the brest on a celeberties chest, your all like the rest, you guys aint ill you aint sick, your a dike look a like, with a dick, you fuckin prick, going hard on this, fuckit im done go ahead and look up b slum!!!

[Norfsuthr]

Out in the suburbs and still I shit a verse and make you eat those words, you always wanna say fuck but try to fight the urge, but me I got vocab for days watch me splurge like a pyre of benjis to watch you burn. My style is envied so you watch and learn talk on turn or get stomped on the curb. I'm FUCKIN sly, young and high, and cocky but I got you on the run like ghadafi, tongue tied and coming sloppy I can see you getting nervous but rest assured you deserve this for speaking without purpose. My word is scripture, I'm built for worship like churches. Read this aloud as if its torah, explore my metaphors with dora cause your childs play to outshine like flood lights to auroras
Bitch.