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verses as long or short as you want, within reason.
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playful sparring/insulting of your opponent is fine in the context of your battle verse, but disrespecting others outside of your battle verse will not be tolerated.
avoid using overtly adult content in your drops. there's no need for it anyway, be more creative than that.

I'd recommend what "Nostik"s dropping. see, he's fitting in..
he's the perfect choice for first-time rappers looking for an easy win.
"Bowski"s phoney rants are only lowly acts. a lonely man, socially defective.
known to be depressive. he's totally rejected when he hopes to be accepted.
these punches are the only time he gets human contact.
so desperate that he'd even befriend "Robbmack",
..who lacks rap skills.
damn that's ill, I bring 'thunder' off the 'dome' like the mad max film.
y'all are doubting..?
thunder-clapped when I 'Thor't about it.

If you're decent you'll be beaten, defeated.
see, I'm elitist.. if you've got weak script I'll leave it deleted.

whats with all-the-lyrics about... violence and murder?
mentioning 'loins' more than dyslexic... 'lion' researchers.
mane.. It's 'rawrr' if your wit's 'paw'.
it's a natural law when you're scratched with the 'clause'.

Originally Posted by Bowski

Yo SBU, the lines are so damn weak,
clearly you represent the small and meek,
I may be a little ****,
but's it's how my parents raised me,
My rhymes deliver so much more of an effect
while yours have so little affect,
If you would take little time,
before spittin a rhyme,
maybe you could be on my level,
but you can't, so dig ya grave, here's a shovel.....

he "takes little time".. I'm like atomic clocks..
y'all split-second place. I wind him up and watch him stop.
I spend time on fresh rhymes and still chill with friends lots.
you just play xbox at home with your pet rock.
I'll take out Bows' like a masterful marksman;
"take time" and aim high when targetting stardom.
you must be huffin 'glue' fumes if it seems like we're 'bonding'.
'B-owes-keys' like a senile locksmith.
stop it, you're not 'vet' yet.. 'neu-ter' the game;
dug a grave like "shovel"blades.. but just 'spayed'.

I spend time on mine, crafting.
you spend time on minecraft'ing.
dropping bland blocks. this cat made a splash but stank, it's a sandbox.
catch loss. I'm "not on your level".. or am and you're lapped lots.
I 'rep-resent' rap. you 'resent'-'rep.'
I kill it like building a village with semtex.
you're so far below that you can't even see me.
..so far below that you dodge frozen faeces.

(put this in another thread but hell works too let's start it off)


Uh
They say hate is a killer, but hate isn't realer
Then third world starving, rebel formed armies
Missing arms and car alarm bombings
But what I know about that - shoot, nothin'
But I do know 'bout the struggle I could tell you somethin'
Eatin' at a friends cuz in my fridge there ain't ish
Explainin' to my boss while my job's a damn fist
In my chest neverless pay the bills eff the stress
Now I'm on the next level
...
But I'll never forget where I came from
If you forgot who you are you ain't ish bish, say sum'in
...

I wish I wish I wish
I wish the world was way calmer
People in the US didn't have to wear armor
Or if we could put our guard down from emotional clammor
Clamor, wha'ever, no I didn't stammer
And if I ever make mistakes it's part of the main idea - planner
Watch my country grammar as I stunt from the country to the city wit a girl who's way tanner
And a fam that's way fammer
With a fanbase in this place that could eat you and your dinner
Pardon my manner...

...

I wish you understood
I wish there weren't no hood I wish it all good
But you can throw your life away fightin' injustice
And at the end of days I still get paid so am I really frontin'?
Nah - leave it to the doubt, no damn doubt
Tear down the city and bring the town out
Think I wanna shout but it died to a whisper
I used to blaze trees coulda called me mister swisher
Ha
I call ya little sister
Your baby raps are artifacts think you need a sitter
So wish for the best
And achieve that wish or just die like the rest

I'd put the best to the test, believe it..
you'd need a "sitter" to help with your re-sits.
I doubt you'll "bring towns out" with your loud shouts,
you're more of the same. my reign ends the drought.
you flow like rap's a hosepipe-ban. no 'match' for my knowledge;
if "blazing trees" aids expansion, like a pine forest's.
your drop was hot but it's not battlerap.
I save the 'site' like you rock cataracts.
you couldn't be this slick even if your words flowed.
your rap's a "clamor".. 'clam-or' pearls though?
I weave these threads; you seam-"stressed".
I'll show you respect once you've re-spec'd.
you show me props. I mock you hard.
it's heated. you're cheesey however fond-ue are.
quickill...
your 'sales''ll fail, like a burnt wind mill's.
if you do make 'sales' no 'worse-ship's built.
your topics ain't top-picks fam. it's messy,
you're wantin plat' but won tin plaques if any.
see.. on that matter there's one thing you do right,
you Lose lots and take those 'L's like a true 'knight'..
and 'rook'ie, look he called me "bish" but switch it.. call me 'bishop';
run through the pawn and see me take your queen from diagonal angles: ...Bobby Fischer

SBU, please learn to 'StopBeingUnusual',
Forget murder, drugs, violence and guns i'll write your will to your funeral .
Nothing offensive right there, but maybe friendly to your raps,
I could put it more word for word, but have no time for your snaps .
I would'nt doubt that you pick me first to battle, before the noobs,
But, I can't blame you, really I ain't no option to choose,
You surely don't wanna lose, I can see you have the desperation,
No need to worry, I go in no hurry for retaliation .
My flow goes'sick. . . and your scripts, are not'sick, need a diagnostic .
Plus your rhymes ain't cool, but my rhymes are too slick and flip you, for yo(U)r(B)low(S)cript .

I bring the heat but keep it cold- I'm 'old nick's son. you're 'Nix,son';
bring 'war-ta-gates' but you're 'resigned to lack conviction'.
"snap"? fam, you bite. I bring the war-ta-'gators. check the correlations.
your formulations bored relations and they swore you never 'bore relation'.

he can "flip" 'Raps' back but he can't 'spaR'.
he knows no finance, nose 'fine-ants' like aardvarks.
flip _SBU to "U.B.S_"? ..that line was done before.
your format falls flat.. shanked by the underscore.
bruv, you're done for. my lines pack a punch more.
I bring "No-stick" and throw fists in this bloodsport.
not nocturnal but when I'm fly it's dark though;
I'll drop more in battle than a 'bat'll' drop guano.

I called you the weakest.. I have to retract that.
not even a diss, being real with my rap fam.
I take this Art from the heArt and you're due props.
what you drop's improved lots.. but too hot?
-not likely.. not fly but you're high and not mighty.
I'm 'complex' as god-psyche..
my rhymes 'de-vine' like I chop ivy;
your lifeline's finite like I chop 'I.V's.
you blaze 'trees-an' I blaze 'treason'.. the reason:
you hide behind bars like you've never known freedom.

but the topics Nostiks dropping are 'clean'.. I respect that.
I'll still 're-buff' his bluffing like I'm scuffing pressed wax.
he'll get scratched.. no vestax;
off the record, at home with his pet cat.

Look, look..

This sposed to be a diss rap but I'm in my own zone
Went by yo block but ain't nobody home
Like a head widdout a brain you got widdowed alone
Lonely one gone oh all on your own
I'm feelin' your raps but the substance is gone
Clever as pi but the feeling is wrong
Like someone checked the account and the numbers're gone
Someone won't let you out but the cage is oppressive
Your'e too damn smart should've learned your lesson
Cuz you're writin' the words but don't get the message
Can't touch me homie I'm up in the sky
I don't drive by I fly by I'm passin you by

I'm achievin my dreams but what about you?
Cuz you can write so damn clever til your face turn blue
And they about face you, can't out place you
Til you're the most respected no battle rejected
Only the real detect it
But - but...
What's all the nonsense if it doesn't live up?
Gotchu a record deal? A car with that can peel
Like you're doin' donuts at sixty spinnin' the wheel?
A girl that's a model an' a bottle of spiffy?
Cuz you run at the mouth like a patient with Diff C
Ha... biology shout out
We gotta scholar BU like we brought the books out
But what's it all come to, you wanna let it out?
I'm on some reallness, feel this? don't mind the appearance
Clean cut and leaned up but I'm really indifferent
I grew up a screw up but I made my life different
Escaped the fate like I was foolin' a litmus
Used to live in a day dream was almost too late
Had to escape the rape of the youth it's the truth
Not a literal rape, metaphorically son
Cuz they take what you got till you ain't got none
And they'll spit on your dreams till you don't want none
Take what you got if you ever got sum'min
Til I was fed up, won't let up, til I achieve all my goals or less I get wet up
So this rap is a hobby more than that it's a passion
Love to kill time and spit rhymes and even give an old fashion
*** whippin, ash stricken til it's blacker than black and
That's only a piece of the story, there's much more to it
I'm realer than real and my life is the proof bish
So watchu bring to the table besides clever raps
Cuz if you ain't really stuntin' you got nothin' in fact
I ain't tryin' to offend you just lend you advice
Cuz the lyrics on point but you gotta get the beat right
You feelin me right?

Right right riiight..

Oh radioo.... when it all falls down... ooh where we gooo.. when it all fallls doown..

your rap's less mean.. your raps mean less.
switch "Quick Ill" for 'Gag Reflex'.
I've got spirit. your "proof"s weak as cheap beer.
I'll smack that backward and even leave "Dreams" 'smearD'.
you don't know danger.. best keep to your "own zone", player.
it gets heated, I'll spray and take you out like o-zone layer.
you'll be seen cancelling, leaving seeking counselling.. doubtless.
you used to be "ill" until I cut in ..scalpel.
you'd just need a rewrite for the script to be wise;
I get the "beat right" and you're getting 'beat, right'?
quit life Quick or at least avoid rapping.
you got "Passion" backward; the 'nois-saP's it.
quit it Quick.. I'm sick of his vanilla script.
"beat"? ..please. bring a 'click' like Dilla did.
just live a bit.. "biology"s too simple kid.
I'm negative 'til "passions" 'pass-ions' like a physicist.
you get "beat" an' write lines in silence.. 'dumb' habit;
the stuff's tragic.. An'ne Frank'ly you're just gassin'.
you boasted 'til showtime then wrote rhymes like hope died.
it's "easy as pi", but you'll never get 'co-sine'd.
your ink drifts, you're sinking like sick squid.
your diss missed.. you're dismissed.

The game ain't fair, that's the thang though,
you may rap ya heart out, but you don't get a ring yo,
Your attempt has little or no effect,
you may be quite direct,
My vibe is pretty tight,
much better than anything you write,
B.O.W.S.K.I., go ahead say my name,
you ain't got no backing, no fame,
ask anyone, they wont know ya name,
_SBU,
who?,
the difference between me and you,
is the way that I know how to rap,
not just say a couple things that sound like ****,
to diss others, take a look in the mirror,
the only thing you can grind is a gear,
Then complain,
like everything you did, was done in vain,
I roll kinda like a speedin train,
ain't nothin stoppin me, go ahead and try,
Oh wait, just stop now, you ain't that strong of a guy,
let me pose a question, are even a man,
cuz clearly you don't give it all that you can,
you don't even try, you just copy and paste,
look at that talent go to waste,
I'm not dissin, just pointn' out who's better,
who can stand and deliver,
T.I. is my inspiration,
and I like him, my work is full of my perspiration,
hard work for a piece of work that makes a point,
I bend the rules, and blow up the whole joint,
when I finish, people don't know what to say, speechless
motionless,
then they break out in an appluase,
cuz they get behind me and my cause,
My advice to you, is to go back, and pause,
think a while,before you write something that ain't worth anyone's time,
Make a choice, and get a right state of mind,
that's all I got to say about that,
a little Gump for ya, aight,
I set a new standard for a battle or a war,
act with class, write something that people will pay for,
not something that won't get you any more,
cuz then you broke and poor,
and that's something that I can't stand for,
my opponents have to be on a certain level, an equal, or a peer,
cuz an equal war, is what makes people cheer,
when I say people, I mean fans, cuz they all that matters.......

Hahahahaha co-sin'd. Man we have both been in school too damn long bro. I'll hit you back later but you are in college I'm guessing, what's your major?

@quickill
nah I finished college with a national diploma in tree surgery. what do you study?

@Bowski
please at least leave relevant text.
'see' G'.. it aint special effects;
you're a bad actor. I flip script and "direct"..
so "roll like a speeding train".. die-wrecked.
'Or,well'.. 'poor-scene' but some are less "equal".
I'm taking out "B.O.W"s like I'm playing Res' Evil.
you're misrepping T.I, the bland rhymescheme's worthless.
it'll get this broad-banned like a bad I.T worker.
you "can't stand for" anything in lyrical infancy.
I aint claiming "fame".. it's villainous infamy.
the "fame" game's straight up unappealing. unrevealin',
they "don't know the name"sake.. same as Rumpelstiltskin.
hold the talk, I'm holding court like Rasputin.
you 'Rush'a' structure, humbled. ..rap's Putin.

senior majoring in biology, going into medicine starting this summer (moving across state for school)

I'll get back to you rapwise a bit later, haven't been in a battling mood at all lately but seems like that's the only thing people are doing on this forum at the moment!

Originally Posted by quickill

senior majoring in biology, going into medicine starting this summer (moving across state for school)

I'll get back to you rapwise a bit later, haven't been in a battling mood at all lately but seems like that's the only thing people are doing on this forum at the moment!

you've "not been in a battle mood"?
with more raw beef than cattle move?
you're up all over rap review,
quickill spreads like cancers do.
"moving across state"
bruising the prostate.
"biology" student? with stunts stunting natural growth?
..a hypocrite if he spits the hippocratic oath.
the drops are long but that's just more to hate.
you've no flow, rappin' vain like tourniquets.
a doctor? what? you're not even competent..
'impatient' in-patients fleeing the hospital.
it's straight up wit, wait up kid,
if it's 'Dr' Quickill then the name does fit.
you'll only grow to loathe yourself more after each death,
flirting with nurses and high on the pre meds.
sure that's what you wanna do with your future?
proper 'stitched up' when the job doesn't 'suit-ure'.
you're not in my timezone, I'm booking a flight though..
just to smash stool sample jars on your whitecoat.
for real, you can't heal when you're blown apart verbally...
I touched a nerve, and it's open heart surgery.

Nevermind the ethics
Trade a scalpel for machette
Got two nurses with big breasts an' the drugs **** it I'm ready
Cuz I see the blood flow is heavy
Plus the transplant is ready
Screw it I already got Jason's hearts and the claws of of that Freddy
How many motheruffers you know spit iller than me
Or realer than me just a villian MC
At the top of the steeple with a syringe and a needle
You ain't willin' or able but eff it I'm evil
Sick since before birth I was plottin from the womb
Sick thoughts of a broom [censored] and a goon
And a goblin eff gangsters here let me solve the situation
It all came to me one day when I was just chillin' with satan
I'm as real as they come
Ain't even grabbin' my gun
Rather lay in the sun and drip water on you like Chinese torture my version of fun
My girl and this summer's a scorcher
I spit magic like sorcer
Sorcerer kill you so fast blood spills like worcester
Sauce, eff grabbin' the gauze
Instead I'm grabbin' the saw only after grabbin' the salt
Here BU take some flavor in your wounds
While I'm whistlin' tunes as I savor
The moment I deface my opponent
Stick you on the operating table check your vitals they're stable
Two years til surgery rotation but eff it I'm able
360 surgery's a killer I never been iller
I never lack skill er ever need filler
You keep dissin' my name like you run outta game
Heard that line twice before homes it just isn't the same
It isn't the pain I ain't even wincin'
I don't need no convincin' lthe beef's ready for mincin'
So what I killed a couple patients
Quit hatin' they deserved it
For doubtin' my presence bish I don't have the patience
To sit and just waitin' in naysayer's havens
Why I'm spillin' their guts security comes but I duck
Pressin' my luck plus key your car in the lot
While I hop in my whip like a boss and peel out
Quickill like quiz kill I aced it no doubt
Peace homie I'm out

can he even back that up? ..no he can't.
I "keep it real" though ..Baudrillard.
this is wit you can't fathom.
holding a 'colt' like Charles Manson.

I'm just cutting in to 'help' and fix Quickill;
the guy's style's grown.. though 'a-cyst' still.
this chicken brings beef and ducks out; ..mixed grill.
just 'Sissy-fuss' ..I'm 'bolder' on this hill.

behold the scene.. I hold the lead..
he roadies for his homies; 'holds the leads'.
Jay Z made the Blueprint; you use stolen schemes.
I beat "Jason" and I spin this thread with golden fleece.

his disses missed but the boredom is offensive.
I'm Goethe and you're Disney; .."sorcerer"s apprentice.
it's clean, these polysyllabics are volleys of magic. you're properly tragic.
your hobby is gassin'; ..this spark won't leave a body for bagging..
but bite this and you'll colostomy bag it.
I'm constantly rapping.. you're comedy acting.
you get as"salt"ed but still you're not 'seasoned'.
I'd flip more of yours but I don't wanna read 'em.
you get sonned.. ain't close to 'par'. sat rows apart,
I say your lines ain't right like I'm Rosa Parks.

Originally Posted by Bowski

The game ain't fair, that's the thang though,
you may rap ya heart out, but you don't get a ring yo,
Your attempt has little or no effect,
you may be quite direct,
My vibe is pretty tight,
much better than anything you write,
B.O.W.S.K.I., go ahead say my name,
you ain't got no backing, no fame,
ask anyone, they wont know ya name,
_SBU,
who?,
the difference between me and you,
is the way that I know how to rap,
not just say a couple things that sound like ****,
to diss others, take a look in the mirror,
the only thing you can grind is a gear,
Then complain,
like everything you did, was done in vain,
I roll kinda like a speedin train,
ain't nothin stoppin me, go ahead and try,
Oh wait, just stop now, you ain't that strong of a guy,
let me pose a question, are even a man,
cuz clearly you don't give it all that you can,
you don't even try, you just copy and paste,
look at that talent go to waste,
I'm not dissin, just pointn' out who's better,
who can stand and deliver,
T.I. is my inspiration,
and I like him, my work is full of my perspiration,
hard work for a piece of work that makes a point,
I bend the rules, and blow up the whole joint,
when I finish, people don't know what to say, speechless
motionless,
then they break out in an appluase,
cuz they get behind me and my cause,
My advice to you, is to go back, and pause,
think a while,before you write something that ain't worth anyone's time,
Make a choice, and get a right state of mind,
that's all I got to say about that,
a little Gump for ya, aight,
I set a new standard for a battle or a war,
act with class, write something that people will pay for,
not something that won't get you any more,
cuz then you broke and poor,
and that's something that I can't stand for,
my opponents have to be on a certain level, an equal, or a peer,
cuz an equal war, is what makes people cheer,
when I say people, I mean fans, cuz they all that matters.......

yo, Bowski bro,
you don't even know..
I'm supervillainous, you're a common crook.
'phony'. I "don't get a ring"; I'm 'off the hook'.
"don't get a ring"? ..nah, that's not right,
I'm charging, high. I've got hot-lines.
I've got deep themes ..an' steez as well.
"dont get a ring" but in-spire.. cathedral bells.
Never mind his "Gump" ire;
I've got balls.. a 'G' umpire'
he "can't stand" yet.. it's bad to battle infants that lack the wisdom..
suddenly "a-peer" when he's spirited? ..an apparition.
"people cheer" at his lowly acts?
nah.. they 'c and heer' but they don't react.
your lines are 'minor'; ..mine are mineral "veins";
you're 'ore'struck and that isn't the same.
hard to grasp? you can't surpass my accomplishments.
your "mind-state"s great.. I'm the governor.
his is in earnest, it's in urns since this is a furnace.. hot scriptures.
you're bringing beef but it's cheap.. a dog's dinner.
I do "grind a gear" ..it's 'cog'nition.
this does "go to waste" but yours stinks ..blocked cistern.
you're dry but "perspire" when you try to rhyme.. non-thinker,
and it doesn't take a fan-ta'-see this is non fiction.
I drop wisdom, not filler.. ripe and brilliant.
you're not "worth time" and waste space.. why continu-'em?

I'm just playing homie, you know me. don't leave.
it's cold but I'm saying you're goin' downhill.. Bow'-skis.
your whole faction's old fashioned though, don't lie;
he's a 'posh' 'loser'; ..we'll never see Bow'-tie.
Bow's-keen but missed the target.
if he sleeping on this script.. it's alarming.
I've got the rawest schemes, you're flawed with these..
your "vibe' is pretty tight" eh? "pause" indeed.
I'll run through you and your whole crew.
you burnt some bridges but I built a toll booth.
banking on his wit is something you'd pay for..
banking on his win is backing a lame horse.
Ay, wait.. I'm "broke an poor"?
I'm rich in spirit. you're a hopeless cause.
your drop was long and I really wish you'd spoken more;
..everything you say only leaves you prone to fall.
I wrote everything I write, my copyright applies.
you bite trite lines and copy minor rhymes.
telling me to "stop" ..when you're wearier..
you've 'thrown in the towel' full stop? ..'period'?
hah. fam, thanks for observing my "talent"
but I'm fly like I'd take this mouse out with talons.
your bland wack rap patterns should be illegal,
I'm 'fly' and I'm 'sick' with it like an ill-eagle.
you've never even once dropped a semi decent script.
a bright spark and sharp "making points" like a piece-of-flint.
you don't like what I write? ..it's mutual.
this isn't "in vein" but yours is in uterus.
I'm proud to be underground.. you really think "fans" "matter"?
you just chat breeze with no substance, it's transparent.
I won't type "all I've got to say",
it's more than you could contemplate.
you're a minor-tourist, I'm the minotaur in labyrinth.
I "looked in the mirror" and stepped through like alice did.
if I'm not a "strong guy".. it's so strange
that I raised the bar and my lyrics hold weight.
please, I'm a tyrant, you're not even a writer.
I don't "copy" but I 'CTRL C'.. Poseidon.
please, you're weak. you e"motionless"ly harm the movement.
you don't "act with class".. a lonely drama student.
..'s 'nuff for now..;
you're snuff'ed out.

Opposite to what I call a failure,
I am the reason you can't look in the mirror,
you think you cool, talkin down to me,
jus wait and see,
we'll make it farther,
stay undground, don't come and bother,
me, all my life people told what I can't do,
just salute em, and say f*ck you,
I ain't tryin to brag, just settin it straight,
all ya dissin me, is just gettin me more irate,
I ain't bout this hatin, just ain't right,
hate is just a distraction, no sight,
fogs up your mind, and steals ya talent,
besides, isn't rappin what pays ya rent,
you got no direction,
and you ain't got no point, no percision....

Originally Posted by Bowski

Opposite to what I call a failure,
I am the reason you can't look in the mirror,
you think you cool, talkin down to me,
jus wait and see,
we'll make it farther,
stay undground, don't come and bother,
me, all my life people told what I can't do,
just salute em, and say **** you,
I ain't tryin to brag, just settin it straight,
all ya dissin me, is just gettin me more irate,
I ain't bout this hatin, just ain't right,
hate is just a distraction, no sight,
fogs up your mind, and steals ya talent,
besides, isn't rappin what pays ya rent,
you got no direction,
and you ain't got no point, no percision....

this skill's apparent, real and balanced,
wields an axe and shield as standard.
feel abandoned? no one wants to "steal ya talent".
you'd try to bite prometheus shine like pilfered lanterns.
you're weak, this heat could even burn satan's lyrics.
I "can't look in the mirror", it's a graven image.
I've beaten my demons, even challenged death. I don't need to battle pests.
tremendous "direction" when I make my "points" like arrowheads.

see.. you write weak rhymeschemes, I'm mighty.
your 'might's like.. one day 'might' rhyme slightly.
I'm sayin.. you're lazy, your weak 'might's a maybe.
I'd never give hype to your lines if you paid me.
but you're dope so I'll do it for free though
just building it up before bruising your ego.
'I rate' prime mates.
he rates "irate" primates.
I stepped to his moms like 'what up hot stuff?'
and "took it 'farther".. he got sonned.
it's deep coz I read 'kant' and he "cant".
"no percision" though 'precision' left him mixed up in 'e.r'.
I "aint got no point"? he doubled the negatives;
incompetant photographer; he underdevelops it.
my style's "undrground" as the planet's core.
you 'orbit' mine 'or bit' mine but lack massive force.
you can't match this passion. a "distraction"?
kid.. you're slippin' so 'diss traction'.

I've got my own flow.. 'solo'.
you don't though.. 'so low'
I'm 'shouting you down', but if this sounds like whispers..
you're far off. what? it's a matter of distance,
and that's the difference. your act's persistant.
you're mad consistant; you'll always lack the wisdom.
act like rapping "pays ya rent"?
make some cents? make some sense.
I'm on a rampage but honour rap.
there's "no direction" but onward fam.

ay.. real respect due if you're raw, street or deep.
I "aint 'bout hating" either, it's all peace.
it's battling practise like clashes as swords meet,
or batting practise within this sports team.

@ Nostik Go Hard.

ay, Nos.. wait, what?
not Hard, you're limp like a lame dog.
you act like your rap plan'll stack mad amounts
but you lost credit quick as a hacked bank account.
I ain't even trying to get rich or quite famous,
rather do what I do, keep true and die nameless.
this seems harsh but it's calm rapping, you try to write an' it starts panic.
straight preposterous, you'll stay anonymous but you can't hack it.
you claim to be deadly, lethal, etcetera..
it's all just a mask and aint v for vendetta.
I throw you a V coz my pattern's 'fly' as bird formations.
work for greatness.. Nos', it's worth more patience.
Why try to rush it? you're coming with nothing.
named 'Nose-tick' coz we know if it's bluffing.
I'd place bets you'll split or hit the deck when I'm all-in.
I've got rap cassettes from before you were born kid.
yo, toe the line. don't act like you don't know the time,
back when you could'nt even read I wrote potent rhymes.
you've only gone and proven that you hop to wrong conclusions,
claiming it's 'wack here now' but what's your contribution..?
stop with the bland patterns,
rap like rap matters. you lack passion.
I'm 'street' as it's architecture, 'underground' as waterpipes.
I'm brick and mortar. you're brickin' it, mortified.
you're on a minor tour; I'm minotaur that roams the labyrinth.
deep but my arm-'arder and fleet as loadsa battleships.
you 'blow' 'b'low'. these blows are damaging,
I'm 'wholly' slayin this zombie so I'm known as paladin.

fam.. you're bland but as standard, mad respect.
but the only Nos' that I'm down with is Max Schreck.
wait, you're named Nos' coz you bite like Nos'feratu.
I raised the 'stakes'.. so this drop'll harm you.
take it straight to your rotten heart soon.
claim you're packin' metal when it's just a rock guitar loop.
if you're packing metal I'm ultra magnetic.. Kool Keith,
Nos' is not even on it, like.. 'whos he?'
I keep it real when I'm spitting a verse.
when Nos' refers to rap's classics ..wikis it first.
and Nos' aint even got many moves.
I break it down like the Rocksteady Crew.
and slam harder than Bambaataa bombardments, a rap master.
shine's like.. even kept secret that's stardom.
my huge drops are due props that kudos commands.
you [see colon so backslashes executed] ..cue DOS commands.
you're famous as ur'anus.. far out and just gassin'.
I'm so sick it'll turn the verdant earth to a dust planet.

and nevermind how the wordplays are spun,
I'll shatter your dreams like the first rays of sun.