Quik Shyt :.

See this sh*t is a state of war, You fake emcees actin' like you rappin' for a'damn award'.
No word, that the raps comin' from the mouth of fakes, dont settle the score,
I shove My rhymes deep in your throat soon your words are f*ckin' sore,
wh*re is what your used to be
Called B*tch, you have a lore,
yeah Im such a dumb*ss when it comes to come and Unbore
,But do' it look like I care ? Nah, not even 2 f*cks,
But do it look like I share ? Nah not even 2 bucks.
F*ck this sh*t, is what they say in the slanq' terms,
They just waste their f*ckin' lives, like theyre wastin' lil sperms
This road is berm, how could I stand it, like if my hand qot burn'd
Real n*qqas really try theyre best in the qame, theyre not learned
It reminds me, see this aint even a diss, maybe a rap thats makin' you damn suckas' miss
How it really used to be, real n*qqas havin' hearts to follow me
And if this real thinq is on then I really should be cautious see, this sh*t
Isnt tryin' to cop' off me, The words comin' out my mouth is a philosphe
Catastrophe.

See im no, Drake, or Wayne, but I keep this flow from fallinq down the motherf*ckin' drain
My rhymes aree insane, I keep my fists closed incase I run into a lame
Or a hater whos tryin' to jock my biq ballin' fame
Im jus' sayin', I think Im comin' to an end, or maybe I miqht have just started to begin. . .

Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard

See this sh*t is a state of war, You fake emcees actin' like you rappin' for a'damn award'.
No word, that the raps comin' from the mouth of fakes, dont settle the score,
I shove My rhymes deep in your throat soon your words are f*ckin' sore,
wh*re is what your used to be
Called B*tch, you have a lore,
yeah Im such a dumb*ss when it comes to come and Unbore
,But do' it look like I care ? Nah, not even 2 f*cks,
But do it look like I share ? Nah not even 2 bucks.
F*ck this sh*t, is what they say in the slanq' terms,
They just waste their f*ckin' lives, like theyre wastin' lil sperms
This road is berm, how could I stand it, like if my hand qot burn'd
Real n*qqas really try theyre best in the qame, theyre not learned
It reminds me, see this aint even a diss, maybe a rap thats makin' you damn suckas' miss
How it really used to be, real n*qqas havin' hearts to follow me
And if this real thinq is on then I really should be cautious see, this sh*t
Isnt tryin' to cop' off me, The words comin' out my mouth is a philosphe
Catastrophe.

See im no, Drake, or Wayne, but I keep this flow from fallinq down the motherf*ckin' drain
My rhymes aree insane, I keep my fists closed incase I run into a lame
Or a hater whos tryin' to jock my biq ballin' fame
Im jus' sayin', I think Im comin' to an end, or maybe I miqht have just started to begin. . .

"Quick shyt" you ripped it, but "big fame" you missed it.
I bring pain like slipped discs but maintain my slick rifts
I'm quick wit, you're **** lick with thick scripts on trick ****
I talk real life cuz that's how you move the legit clicks
Nostik you lost it, took your flow and tossed it
You couldn't land a punch line if throwin em in a mosh pit.
Youre Tosh **** with a v-neck I'm t-mac with a team that's....
Higher than rockets and specialize in popping eye sockets
.

Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard

See this sh*t is a state of war, You fake emcees actin' like you rappin' for a'damn award'.
No word, that the raps comin' from the mouth of fakes, dont settle the score,
I shove My rhymes deep in your throat soon your words are f*ckin' sore,
wh*re is what your used to be
Called B*tch, you have a lore,
yeah Im such a dumb*ss when it comes to come and Unbore
,But do' it look like I care ? Nah, not even 2 f*cks,
But do it look like I share ? Nah not even 2 bucks.
F*ck this sh*t, is what they say in the slanq' terms,
They just waste their f*ckin' lives, like theyre wastin' lil sperms
This road is berm, how could I stand it, like if my hand qot burn'd
Real n*qqas really try theyre best in the qame, theyre not learned
It reminds me, see this aint even a diss, maybe a rap thats makin' you damn suckas' miss
How it really used to be, real n*qqas havin' hearts to follow me
And if this real thinq is on then I really should be cautious see, this sh*t
Isnt tryin' to cop' off me, The words comin' out my mouth is a philosphe
Catastrophe.

See im no, Drake, or Wayne, but I keep this flow from fallinq down the motherf*ckin' drain
My rhymes aree insane, I keep my fists closed incase I run into a lame
Or a hater whos tryin' to jock my biq ballin' fame
Im jus' sayin', I think Im comin' to an end, or maybe I miqht have just started to begin. . .

"Quick shyt" you ripped it, but "big fame" you missed it.
I bring pain like slipped discs but maintain my slick rifts
I'm quick wit, you're **** lick with thick scripts on trick ****
I talk real life cuz that's how you move the legit clicks
Nostik you lost it, took your flow and tossed it
You couldn't land a punch line if throwin em in a mosh pit.
Youre Tosh **** with a v-neck I'm t-mac with a team that's....
Higher than rockets and specialize in popping eye sockets
I ****in rock it, I'm hot like a tape deck with MOB ****
You're frostbit cuz I turned my shoulder on ya moms kid
Left you in the cold, but **** I'm bringing this script home
I'm the whole zone like an ozone so yea I'm in it....shits gold

Originally Posted by smoothtung

"Quick shyt" you ripped it, but "big fame" you missed it.
I bring pain like slipped discs but maintain my slick rifts
I'm quick wit, you're **** lick with thick scripts on trick ****
I talk real life cuz that's how you move the legit clicks
Nostik you lost it, took your flow and tossed it
You couldn't land a punch line if throwin em in a mosh pit.
Youre Tosh **** with a v-neck I'm t-mac with a team that's....
Higher than rockets and specialize in popping eye sockets
I ****in rock it, I'm hot like a tape deck with MOB ****
You're frostbit cuz I turned my shoulder on ya moms kid
Left you in the cold, but **** I'm bringing this script home
I'm the whole zone like an ozone so yea I'm in it....shits gold

(Aha)You say you brinq pain ? Thats What your sayin'.
But really you just a damn lame, whos probly' insane
See my lyrics, will put you down and make you start over
But really this sh*t will make you stop drinkin' rhymes and turn you sober
My flow is sick, and I rip this sh*t like Im on a caper
And I rock this beat like scissors cuts throuqh paper
My methods are stupid, Nah they' rather dope
I leave you with no chance, and only one hope
Im hiqher than the chronic leaf tree tops,
You cant even qet hiqh as me cuz you work with the cops

Smooth really, you tryna' diss me
After this sh*t is done, then youll start to miss me
You tryna' kiss me. F*g dont take it too far
I dont even roll like that cuz' i dont drive a car
I qo on air, my flow floats me
Cuz every rhyme I write is really focused closely
Hopefully, my sh*t will qet you straiqht
Cuz you turnin' swurve on me, you aint' qot to hate
Mate,Im talkinq bout' the fate of you
Ill make you be faithful too

See those lines up there ^ Yeah theyre' wack
But I qot em' hops, and I aint black
With my lyrics youll qet f*ckin' sacked
And ill murder you, thats a fact.
No, not physically, but lyrically
My rhymes and time, of flow will show you to cautiously be
Cowardly, when frontinq me, Ill have you in catastrophy.

You say your hot like a tape deck with MOB sh*t ?
Come on now, the homie Drapz will have you down with only one hit
Cold, ill have you on hold, and hanq up on you, how old
Like a loaf of mold, this sh*t im writin' is too bold
For you, to take, deep in your flesh
Nah, I aint that violent, But I qotta' keep my sh*t fresh
Like a haircut, and nikes, without you and fake emcees actin' like ****s
Ooo, im sorry you quys just dress like lezbos
I be chillin' with some Barcardi, under a shady gazebo.
(Haha)See if you really wanna beef it, you can just qo to my butcher
He can serve it on a platter but it aint free, like a hooker
N*qqas tryna' beef with me cuz' they be actin' hard
You think the powers in the flow, but nah its really in your heart
Just be smart, bout' what your writin', not what your opponents really spot'n
He could care less, bout' what your really startin'.

So just remember, write me back, dont even trip, I wont slack
Ill reply even harder, its a fact, itll be lonqer, its what I dont lack.

Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard

(Aha)You say you brinq pain ? Thats What your sayin'.
But really you just a damn lame, whos probly' insane
See my lyrics, will put you down and make you start over
But really this sh*t will make you stop drinkin' rhymes and turn you sober
My flow is sick, and I rip this sh*t like Im on a caper
And I rock this beat like scissors cuts throuqh paper
My methods are stupid, Nah they' rather dope
I leave you with no chance, and only one hope
Im hiqher than the chronic leaf tree tops,
You cant even qet hiqh as me cuz you work with the cops

Smooth really, you tryna' diss me
After this sh*t is done, then youll start to miss me
You tryna' kiss me. F*g dont take it too far
I dont even roll like that cuz' i dont drive a car
I qo on air, my flow floats me
Cuz every rhyme I write is really focused closely
Hopefully, my sh*t will qet you straiqht
Cuz you turnin' swurve on me, you aint' qot to hate
Mate,Im talkinq bout' the fate of you
Ill make you be faithful too

See those lines up there ^ Yeah theyre' wack
But I qot em' hops, and I aint black
With my lyrics youll qet f*ckin' sacked
And ill murder you, thats a fact.
No, not physically, but lyrically
My rhymes and time, of flow will show you to cautiously be
Cowardly, when frontinq me, Ill have you in catastrophy.

You say your hot like a tape deck with MOB sh*t ?
Come on now, the homie Drapz will have you down with only one hit
Cold, ill have you on hold, and hanq up on you, how old
Like a loaf of mold, this sh*t im writin' is too bold
For you, to take, deep in your flesh
Nah, I aint that violent, But I qotta' keep my sh*t fresh
Like a haircut, and nikes, without you and fake emcees actin' like ****s
Ooo, im sorry you quys just dress like lezbos
I be chillin' with some Barcardi, under a shady gazebo.
(Haha)See if you really wanna beef it, you can just qo to my butcher
He can serve it on a platter but it aint free, like a hooker
N*qqas tryna' beef with me cuz' they be actin' hard
You think the powers in the flow, but nah its really in your heart
Just be smart, bout' what your writin', not what your opponents really spot'n
He could care less, bout' what your really startin'.

So just remember, write me back, dont even trip, I wont slack
Ill reply even harder, its a fact, itll be lonqer, its what I dont lack.

You say your fo-cused closely but mostly choked-this.
Your rhymes don't make sense... can't you see what you wrote's ****?
Need mo' hits and mo' sips maybe you can grow tits,
Cuz ever since your broke scripts I been calling you a slow *****.
You know this, you know you're weak, you get outa hand
You stray from the point and use rhymes that are plain bland
Your punchlines....again are ****in straight up retarded
You're my new project I was the first to ****in mark it
You started it,
You thought you were hot ta step up to me
So bring tallent to the table... show me ur able please
Youre a fable emcee who thinks his shits clever,
Call me the weather while I rain on your parade...
That's why I'm better...

Try keeping it short I don't got all day ta read ur **** and write a verse. Like 5 mins per verse...that's what I put into it

Hahaha... your trying to limit the effort he puts into his work?

Ha. ..nah. just the amount of bars maybe?? Hah its all good, work at it don't stop spittin that the only way ur guna get better. But yea maybe cut down on the amount of bars per comeback/script

Originally Posted by smoothtung

You say your fo-cused closely but mostly choked-this.
Your rhymes don't make sense... can't you see what you wrote's ****?
Need mo' hits and mo' sips maybe you can grow tits,
Cuz ever since your broke scripts I been calling you a slow *****.
You know this, you know you're weak, you get outa hand
You stray from the point and use rhymes that are plain bland
Your punchlines....again are ****in straight up retarded
You're my new project I was the first to ****in mark it
You started it,
You thought you were hot ta step up to me
So bring tallent to the table... show me ur able please
Youre a fable emcee who thinks his shits clever,
Call me the weather while I rain on your parade...
That's why I'm better...

Look.My sh*ts cold, still, forreal
You only hear me to steal
My rhymes, that I keep hold until
Some n*qqa like you step up
Jus' to make me reveal.
My lyrics are jacked up, yes jacked, cuz you cant drink em' outta' cup
See im tired of retaliatin', it qives me pain on my head
Jus likee your dumb lyrics, that sh*t will put me asleep, nearly dead
Im really tryin' to put you thru' hell--But really can't
Jus' writin' nd' writin' sh*t thats harshly,--Makin' you marshy
Yes, wet nd' soft, no homo n*qqa, im jus' tryin' to doff
Nd' fly up on into space, nd' meet em' martians off.
You think your better, dont think my sh*t aint real, its like f*ckin' leather
This is the lenqth of a letter. Dont question my hypothetical thouqhts
Ill keep you mind blown', now you can say that your cauqht
With my chains of, rhymes, killin' your raps everytime.

So-- You can say im dominant, your jus' a foo' thats tolerant
I don't really use biq words, cuz' I don't have the time for it'
Im such a hit, I put out a line, then Im the sh*t
You' jus piss, I make you hiss, n*qqa I make you pur jus like a p*ssy
Nd' when you hit me back up, that sh*t you put up, is straiqht up fussy
Yea' my sh*ts basic, but I dont really qive a f*ck
Nd' maybe I can qo nd' bail out Basik, Ill push my luck
The P.O's will buck, but Ill jus' basicly duck
My flow is kinda lurked, but I don't really suck.
Im betta', I qet em' qirlies' wetta',
Nd' if that b*tch wants to f*ck, then I jus' letta'.

Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard

Look.My sh*ts cold, still, forreal
You only hear me to steal
My rhymes, that I keep hold until
Some n*qqa like you step up
Jus' to make me reveal.
My lyrics are jacked up, yes jacked, cuz you cant drink em' outta' cup
See im tired of retaliatin', it qives me pain on my head
Jus likee your dumb lyrics, that sh*t will put me asleep, nearly dead
Im really tryin' to put you thru' hell--But really can't
Jus' writin' nd' writin' sh*t thats harshly,--Makin' you marshy
Yes, wet nd' soft, no homo n*qqa, im jus' tryin' to doff
Nd' fly up on into space, nd' meet em' martians off.
You think your better, dont think my sh*t aint real, its like f*ckin' leather
This is the lenqth of a letter. Dont question my hypothetical thouqhts
Ill keep you mind blown', now you can say that your cauqht
With my chains of, rhymes, killin' your raps everytime.

So-- You can say im dominant, your jus' a foo' thats tolerant
I don't really use biq words, cuz' I don't have the time for it'
Im such a hit, I put out a line, then Im the sh*t
You' jus piss, I make you hiss, n*qqa I make you pur jus like a p*ssy
Nd' when you hit me back up, that sh*t you put up, is straiqht up fussy
Yea' my sh*ts basic, but I dont really qive a f*ck
Nd' maybe I can qo nd' bail out Basik, Ill push my luck
The P.O's will buck, but Ill jus' basicly duck
My flow is kinda lurked, but I don't really suck.
Im betta', I qet em' qirlies' wetta',
Nd' if that b*tch wants to f*ck, then I jus' letta'.

Aight you pissed me off, so this one will have no flaws...
Ill put time into my lines to make sure there ain't no draw.
I'm the king of this pessad...
and you done ****ed with my crown dog.
I got a sound thought, that's says I ought... ta put you down....dog
You sound raw, but it ain't good...look, best progress.
You're uncut an unpolished yet you're calling out the best?
Grotesque rhymes infect your lines you're a damn mess
I'm smoove stuntin your groove with every truth I confess
You're a test none less and I'm passing with flying colors
Cuz the strong get stronger when constant questioned by others.
You ain't my brother nor mother so God thou smite thee,
Don't act like you know me homie, ill ****in knock you out see.
Your lucky I let you hang til the bout reached round 3.
But this ain't a wishing-well, I don't wish you well, die slowly
Blow me, bump me on high when you ride in ur loaned Jeep...
While I'm kickin rocks down the block in my chromed out gt.
I'm known to beet beats and spit like I got a cheat sheat..
I'm so far ahead of you man its gettin hard ta see me.
I'm a genie, your a feen "b", but don't try an plead for me..
To grant you with any wishes cuz bithces to me mean nothiiiing!
You're bluffing, I'm intentional roughing, and faster than ruffion.
Feels like your shuffling through pages,
finding **** that phases nothing.
You're struggling, drowning with a weak sound you cheap clown.
Throwing around bleak nouns hoping people will be down.
Flee town get a new name, a new game, find a new range
Drop what's not...
an you ain't hot, so burn that rap page