Diss the person above you...(cypher)

[Stealth]

My shots are quick to slice you like a Knife-in-a-nine/
You're too bitch to ante-up, but I'd put my life-on-the-blinds/
I'm so precise-when-i-rhyme, I spit my timing-so-well/
I treat YOUR ass like Kennedy, cuz they ain't findin-the-shells/
I got your spine-in-a-chill, cuz i'm so cold-when-I-write/
Fuck even tryin to rap, just practice holdin-the-mic/
You're just a fool-with-a-bite that's one percent-of-your bark/
When you campare me to you, its like I-invented-the-art/
Kid, quit pretending-to-start, you ride the bench-like its my-dick/
Get the fuck off the stage, nobody sent-for-their-side-kick

 

[visions]

im murderin stealth usin his own tactic,
no vocab bush many dashes dude you should stop this rap shit//
stealth ima put you in the hospitol ao you cant say that,
while im at it ill steal ya soul so you can have a two in one transplant//
this cat thinks hes built to last till i make the walls around him crumble,
hell think that till hew shits in his pants and his skill begins begin to fumble//
ohhhhh.........wait you have no skill even your name is wack as shit//
if you combined you your bar size with your rep since you have none it might equal the length of ya dick//
if you cant tell by now your rep on this site is uhhh pretty damn small,
other people agree before this cypher they hadnt herd of or seen your name at all//
im think im rusty but my shit is still hot enough to put you in hell,
i just gave you a slow death like a stab in the neck wit a fukin rusty nail//

 

[Stealth]

Your vision is wack, ur probably thizzin and cracked-up/
Ur decision to rap's like playing chicken with a mack-truck/
Just "back-up" like "septic", cuz the shit i spit is filthy/
You couldn't take my soul if you just straight up came and killed me/
I'm skilled "G", my lightenin strike short circuits all the mics/
Your just actin like a killer who puts a hurtin' in the fight/
And that's disturbin when you type, cuz AOL ain't full of killers/
Just bring your bitch ass to my town, man, I can school ya like the Stillers/
Hell yeah I'm built to last, you're just the cheaper second rate/
You ain't even got the verbal skills to achieve a second date/
I reckon-eight will be the number that you put next to your losses/
Keep my name up out your "dental" the next time you try to come and "floss it"/
I'm the boss bitch, Tony Danza doesn't even need to ask who/
And if we played a backyard game, i think they'd pick me and they'd pass you/
Get the facts-dude, Im so heated that you'd think I'd risen hell/
The only way you'd "see" solid bars is sittin in a prison cell/

 

[Legman]

<---Claps, Good Shit Stealth, Put Your Shit On Wax Boy, You'd Probably Spit Fiyah!!

 

[SOLELOVE04]

Hold up stop and cause when Im rapping salute me like im singing the star spangled/ This flow righc hea guarenteed to have you losing like a Cincinati Bangle/ Stealth yo name but you fake like a dr seuss fable/ I could have you right my rhyme and i could still make it a classic/ Cause every word I spit is permanent like the nails Ill put in your casket/ I didnt even finsh reading your shit cause nigga i trashed it/Wasnt really feelin it/ Cause that shit was microscopic/ Like the money in yo pocket/ So if you wanna battle me you must be crazy/Like michael Jackson holding babies over balconies/ But you say you a boss/right whered you get your rhymes from ross/ Cause yo shit weaksauce/ So please dog dont spit/ so just quit cause with this verse im taking over this show/ you wanna flex dowg then lets take this toe to toe/ and before you start to speak nigga take a seat cause you todays weakest link/goodbye :dead:

 

[IntenseFear]

SOLELOVE is whack.. nigga go back and check ya status
Before I cock the fuck back and do ya neck sum damage
Nobody on this board can hang with the crypt keeper
Not even an Undertaker could sit & dig ya bitch deeper
I got what you want nigga.. I actually got some talent
When we drop on our battles I win by popular ballot
You must be chillin wit 'Yogi' cuz the shit you spit is 'BooBoo'
Your rhymes get fucked on the siccness we run us a choochoo
Who knew you get destroyed after Intense hit the scene?
I DID bitch ass nigga.. now I proceed to split ya spleen