steez rip it up

Steez, rip it up "b", all you got "g",
show me thee..best shot, best thought you can drop please.
I'm always at top speed.... so natuarally cocky,
I'm rocky like Balboa but smooth like mariachi.
Terakati warrior inside me I'm Chinese,
You are what you eat so there ain't no denighing.
Kid where u hiding? Face the great Viking,
I'm always doing my thing, fresh clothes never dry cleaned.
My bling shines like high beams, i always be striking.
Recently been writing..... gold just like I'm mining.
I'm fighting, the urges to smite you but I'm-king
if I let you fight n things...I look polite n's things.

I see i'm on demand so call me comcast
I don't need a bag of chips cause I know I'm all that
In my ballcap writin rhymes as a fallback
Use em to take you to school without a hallpass
You say you're smooth like mariachi, but on this chickenshit im teriyaki
Take a listen quick and you'll prolly realize i sound very cocky
You would too if you're with my hottie gettin brains like a zombie
Don't wait for the punchline cause i'll hit you blindly like ali

Haha nice

I like your courage dog, but ur slurrin 'lot...is you cocked?
**** teriyaki.... gimme cod, fine dine like a God.
Call me robb, but no...I ain't no ****in "zombie"
Call me it for all-the robberies I commit down these solum streets.
If Gotham this be... ill be know as the damn joka
I'm a stock broka and your stock be red-line quota
Call me doc... "how you doin? You ready my soldier? Let the morphine control ya while I rip off you shouldas"
Know what? I shoulda told ya.
You're messing with a king,
Stunningly striking, never stop, so don't begin.
Its tragical travesty your getting **** on by your majesty
Going from rags ta snitches while I'm living lavishly

smoothtung, you're too done
instead of loading up ammo you should find yourself a new gun
this rap **** is my arsenal aiming at you particles
versatile, crazy wild, welcome to my carnival
your skill is marginal, mine flows like harmony
whoever's at the top well pardon me
ima get it just you wait dont blink yet
gotta show smoothtung wassup, let it sink in

Steeze ,qet on yo' knees,
Smoothtunq ? n*qqa pleasee,
Im tryin' show how-this sh*t is done with ease
My rhymes are briqht, Nd' you know im riqht,
Yo' sh*t's lookin' left, so I quess im riqht.
Im jus tryna' improve, on how my flow moves,
But with bad lyric foo's, I can't seem to choose.
Im thinkin' of life, And,
Hopefully it turns qrand'
I jus' wanna see more than my weird siqht can
But, I keep my sh*t up, as if its on a niqhtstand,
Nd' I jus' want you lames to read my raps, And'
Really Understand,
Im jus' Sayin' man,
Yo' sh*ts kinda'-bland, but really that flow is workin' to hard to actually land.
You workin' it too hard, You could call me a qood bard
But really its kinda' wierd how you play my damn cards,
You stupid re-tards,
Havin' biq o' body quards, jus' incase you run into me,
Cuz Nostik Be Goin' Hard. . .

*CAUTION: awesome*, shop a lot at nosrtram
I'm on the beat and guar-en-teed to score son
Persistently roarin
while you're drowning inside..
Capsized at high tide...
I'm captain sails high
I'm scraping the sky,
and you two know why.
Just Skill wont suffice... my flows solid as ice
I'm faster than fast,
Check your "Nos" stash, it aight?
You Polish brass, I take gold sittin on my ***.
But I got patience,
laugh at your nonsense accusations
No you ain't slick *****, try tone deff caucasion.
I'm most deff amazing, support hazing on yee all
I'm phasing "your-all", resources tapped like through withdrawal

this was a unread rymes that I posted om the 18th in another thread..why waste it...right.

Smooth moves Ex-lax. Thinking he's running *hit.
were you mumbling something sonny? I'll kick a dummy in his stomach Quick.
I make your Tummy sick, Rip em where the sun doesn’t hit,
F*** the drug money S***, Sk'ns coming down on you like a ton of bricks.
pinch off his flow like money clips, Kick you over in a Portolet!!
Spit in an angry hornets nest, roll the door against the floor so you can't open it!
.,no regrets for this Jack ***, Rhymes Swarming you in a corner.
born a scorner leaving premeditated appointments for the coroner.

Nice **** mang props. Came at ya on the other thread

I'm most wanted like Osama got lines that's bring the drama,
Bring arma, got rhymes ta stop ya like a calma. Ima...
Berry but not Hale I'm Barry like bonds,
You're mixing ta make hits I'm fixin for home runs.
This a high stakes race where I become great,
Ill be eatin gourmet plates on roller skates.
Your ***** put mustard on my hotdog
Then payed the tip before she shook the spot dog.
I'm topdog, bosshog with a rock jaw,
You're a lost hawk, lost cause so i **** the shaut
"you get the shot?""good, groovy I'm a walking movie"
Smooth T with a rude T and spitting like a lugi
No time ta waste cuz your reserves are tapped,
Stack up your attack tryta preserve your rap. **that's a wrap**

"like Osama"? ..guy's a carcass, lost at sea; you're not as deep.
I "bring arma"geddon; disarmed the heavens and got the beast to sponsor me.
of all common lyricists your drops are simplest.
mine make waves like quantum physicists.
you're "fixin for home runs?" or 'run home and fix up'?
switch up like disc scuffs, I skip stuff like this c*nt's. his flips suck.
bruv.. you lack strategy and that's wack to me,
you wanna"B"ee-"G"s weak steez are rap's Tragedy.

Originally Posted by _SBU

"like Osama"? ..guy's a carcass, lost at sea; you're not as deep.
I "bring arma"geddon; disarmed the heavens and got the beast to sponsor me.
of all common lyricists your drops are simplest.
mine make waves like quantum physicists.
you're "fixin for home runs?" or 'run home and fix up'?
switch up like disc scuffs, I skip stuff like this c*nt's. his flips suck.
bruv.. you lack strategy and that's wack to me,
you wanna"B"ee-"G"s weak steez are rap's Tragedy.

Is it that they hardly hit? Or are they hard hittin?
Wana swipe this birdie outa the sky like badmitten...ha
Do I remind you of a new you? Rip **** you used to?.
Or that im building the new school
with parts of the old one too?
C'mon sbu why do you hate on smooth?
I'm a kid with a groove that just needs ta let loose.
Why you tying a noose? consider me hinting...
I'm deeper than you're thinkin, therll be no lynching.

I'm switching,
Up the flow... to show how
I've grown.
Been on my own,
Progressin from lessons I've been shown.
But consider me graduated,
And you hate it.
I'm successful, I've made it..
No longer Nickle plated.
I've stated,
My potential runs deeper than poetry
You know it, your constantly watching me spaciously.
Its taken me,
Sometime to figure what your thinkin be..
"Hell this kid reminds me a lot of the old me"

Ok, listen you' quys bore,
This sh*t I can't iqnore, anymore
So jus' quit, forreal, I don't play no more,
My sh*ts deadly so call it qore.

You think im'a be surprised by the sh*t you say ?
N*qqa, calm down, that sh*t you put is lame
Please leave the rap qame,
Its kinda' a shame, that you don't wanna really try your best to qet to fame,
Thats why I came
To show, how it really qoes, I spit my real sh*t
And qet the h*es, I qot to many foes, but nah, I ain't even trippin'
So back the f*ck off, and start listenin', from a distance.
Nah, I don't even care, if my rhymes wronq, or even if its lonq
I miqht as well write a whole sonq,
And I qot your lady in my room, in that sexy thonq
Wantin' my donq. aha
And, I really dont qive a f*ck bout' what you say, if you wanna
say sh*t then im here b*tch come this way,
Don't take that qay.

Smooth ? Ha, well if your smooth, I qet to soothin'
And S-B-U ? More like Usually Bull Sh*ttin'
I ain't qot nothin' on Sk'n ,his sh*ts to darn thin
And pardon my qrammer, I ain't tryna' din.
Now Steeze. . . Really more like Sleeze(Sleaze)
Cuz, that sh*t you be brinqin' out there, makin' me sneeze
Excuse me please, I qot more under my sleaves, but I don't wanna
Waste more time, on you damn tease'(tease-s)

Nostik ur outa control, took me twice and lost both
No responses like you lost consciousness, prolly receeded to ur hole
Quit with the tough act matter of fact the rap act
You potential is untapped but you ain't willing to work on that

You don't seem to spite me,
Smooth you don't surprise me
See as a matter of fact, yo' acts' are wack,
So don't be sayin' no sh*t bout' touqhness, this more bout' finesse,
Nd' you my freind, nah you have your sh*t in a mess,
Everyday its qettin' hard to be N-O-S-T-I-K,
Cuz, I say really foos' like you, are qettin' in my way
Sayin' sh*t bout' my hole ?
What the f*ck ? Now thats low,
Nd' I don't know,--why you be brinqin' stuff like that, its homo.

No homo, I am tryna see your skill grow though.
I'm a show dog you're more like todo, you got no hope
You keep saying I'm a joke, tho what you wrote is gross.
You Stoked on your flows? Bro...
You got cons and pros, but your skill dont show tho

Breath in then blow
regain your damn control,
U spit about being best then preceed to miss blows
Transitions you know, make and break ones own flows.
Your rythm is unknown and I aint searching for it no mo'

This Is Nostik, stop your yappin' off topic,
See im heartless, you n*qqa, harmless, mines' are harshest.
Unkind, what are you blind ? Or are my raps, to hard to find,
What it means ? Well it seems, Im cuttin' thru ya' like lazor beams,
Damn, doq your rhymes stinkin' have you been eatin' too many beans ?
Ha, my stuff's childish, but your sh*ts pish, yea, b*tch, follow my pitch,
Afterwards, your qonna need a stitch, or six (6)
See you takin' face shots, like porn stars, nd boxers,
And, Im poppin' like popcorn, OrvilleBockers'
I see you know, you stalker.

Yes you, im talkin' bout' you Smooth
You probly happy, cuz you thouqht this was a shout out move,
B*tch please, I did'nt lose.
I spit, bout' me beinq better, not that Im the best,
I jus' started the qame, and your already startinq to stress,
Relax, or qo on if you want,
Im tellin' you, im cold inside, Im down to haunt
You nd' your rhymes, are silent like mimes,
And' I have to keep replyin', but- how many times ?
Who knows, how lonq this sh*t qoes,
With these 2 flows, but, im considerably better,
Don't even bother, you spit, so soft like a feather,
I spit, so rare, I qot the flare. . .to dismare you. .
Hittin' you so fast, I miqht as well take you out in a few

Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard

You don't seem to spite me,
Smooth you don't surprise me
See as a matter of fact, yo' acts' are wack,
So don't be sayin' no sh*t bout' touqhness, this more bout' finesse,
Nd' you my freind, nah you have your sh*t in a mess,
Everyday its qettin' hard to be N-O-S-T-I-K,
Cuz, I say really foos' like you, are qettin' in my way
Sayin' sh*t bout' my hole ?
What the f*ck ? Now thats low,
Nd' I don't know,--why you be brinqin' stuff like that, its homo.

spit raw stanzas, bring more passion.. hiphop matters, it's not fashion.
honest. watch this novice NostiK rocking Kits oN backwards.
No-stick's so slick? you lack polish, rap topics and knowledge.
you're not a "friend". I'm on offence, as god to men and that's modest. I'm agNostik.
with raps like I popped liberty caps, sat back and spat vomit..
then watched as angels and aliens drank from it.

you called Smooth "wack" man that was a bad plan, you're mad bland.
if you ever press any damn tracks I'll snap wax. scratch that.. ban that from bandcamp.
I'd post you my disc- signed version with a side serving; anthrax.
you're homophobic. hid in the closet. anne frank'd.
.


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~Nostik rocking Kits on backwards= wearing clothes back to front, can't even dress himself. (and to ref: 'not fashion').
+ "NostiK"s "kits oN" backwards (spell it out).
~on offense/ on a fence. ref: agnostic. (agNostik)
~popping liberty caps= shrooms. instead of 'popping caps'/shooting bullets. (ie. prefer trippy creative lyricism to gangster ish)

Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard

This Is Nostik, stop your yappin' off topic,
See im heartless, you n*qqa, harmless, mines' are harshest.
Unkind, what are you blind ? Or are my raps, to hard to find,
What it means ? Well it seems, Im cuttin' thru ya' like lazor beams,
Damn, doq your rhymes stinkin' have you been eatin' too many beans ?
Ha, my stuff's childish, but your sh*ts pish, yea, b*tch, follow my pitch,
Afterwards, your qonna need a stitch, or six (6)
See you takin' face shots, like porn stars, nd boxers,
And, Im poppin' like popcorn, OrvilleBockers'
I see you know, you stalker.

Yes you, im talkin' bout' you Smooth
You probly happy, cuz you thouqht this was a shout out move,
B*tch please, I did'nt lose.
I spit, bout' me beinq better, not that Im the best,
I jus' started the qame, and your already startinq to stress,
Relax, or qo on if you want,
Im tellin' you, im cold inside, Im down to haunt
You nd' your rhymes, are silent like mimes,
And' I have to keep replyin', but- how many times ?
Who knows, how lonq this sh*t qoes,
With these 2 flows, but, im considerably better,
Don't even bother, you spit, so soft like a feather,
I spit, so rare, I qot the flare. . .to dismare you. .
Hittin' you so fast, I miqht as well take you out in a few

You stepped up to the plate, feel like a father at a lil league game,
Knocked one outa the park, post a round Tripper on the score board.
But I've been here before,
an Allstar regular, soon hall of fame..
Yea I followed your pitch, but I got the curve to make your nerve fray.
To your dismay, I change efforts with competition eh
You're a tweak, too week for many submission ways.
Im pissing rayz ("lazor beams") and making plays, your play
Ons make no sense.
From here out ill mention you in a past-tence, cuz ur passed rent.
Your past tense, mentally ustable, unable to turn tables.
You don't know...
Tho I was ur craddle when your rhymes were fable.
Ur Not rednbauker ur the store stocker at cornpopper
Gettin jumped like frogger on the way to the doctors
I'm helicopter your Guy with **** strung up on a line
I'm reaching the sky while your stench brings tears to ones eyes.
I see fear in your eyes, invisible disguise...ain't wise
Real guys see through lies like clear skies.
Puppetier rise... Learn from these lessons,
If u gota presence like an adolescents
ur scripts with mine thou shall not mention

Originally Posted by smoothtung

You stepped up to the plate, feel like a father at a lil league game,
Knocked one outa the park, post a round Tripper on the score board.
But I've been here before,
an Allstar regular, soon hall of fame..
Yea I followed your pitch, but I got the curve to make your nerve fray.
To your dismay, I change efforts with competition eh
You're a tweak, too week for many submission ways.
Im pissing rayz ("lazor beams") and making plays, your play
Ons make no sense.
From here out ill mention you in a past-tence, cuz ur passed rent.
Your past tense, mentally ustable, unable to turn tables.
You don't know...
Tho I was ur craddle when your rhymes were fable.
Ur Not rednbauker ur the store stocker at cornpopper
Gettin jumped like frogger on the way to the doctors
I'm helicopter your Guy with **** strung up on a line
I'm reaching the sky while your stench brings tears to ones eyes.
I see fear in your eyes, invisible disguise...ain't wise
Real guys see through lies like clear skies.
Puppetier rise... Learn from these lessons,
If u gota presence like an adolescents
ur scripts with mine thou shall not mention

I jus'. . . sit and wait, for the war to beqin,
I jus' think of your raps, nd' then Im lauqhin aqain,
Its like, meetin' someone new, nd' then you call em' a friend,
Then you tell em' bout' you, then the friendship will end'
Smooth, Im jus' sayin' man, you ain't qotta' lie to yourself,
Come on, you know its true, thats jus' bad for your health,
Nd' I ain't invisible, but I have really qood stealth,
Everybody knows your there, they jus' look somewhere else,
And' ummm. . . D-do you here all of those bells ? Or are you qoin' insane,
Like slashin' price sales.

Swallow this nd' maybe you'll learn somethinq thats worth,
I know you'll have it runnin' in your head, back nd' forth, back nd' forth
Also I'd like to tell you some thinq of sort,
But, qo back nd' make raps, in your little box fort.
Maybe I miqht be takin' this sh*t to far,
But, I mean, I can say . . .Im doin' my own part,
Real n*qqas would have somethin' smart,
With metaphors, not biq words, that you don't know of part.
See, now you can say, Nostik Goes Hard,
Cuz, the truth is never wronq, thats a fact, you fart.

Childish, but danqerous,
Smooth you know who it is,
N-O-S-T-I-K all day, til' the day I die, ayee.

I too am waiting for the war to begin,
Try new statings, I might pick up my pen.
U might be hating, you know the reason why, "friend"...
Ur finally fading, ur road ran a dead end.
I'm fine-ly shaving your face from hair you call game
Be ashamed, they're stained with shallow doubt n distain
Your name suggests your fast ....right mang?
I run train on your *** with a developed rhyme game.

Rape your brain with untamed lyrics that'll break ur spirit
Ill have you clear-it, re-boot and start fresh in the stirrups.
I told you before kid...
don't call out the best.
I pack **** under the surface like a kavalar vest.
Ill come at you like cartridges popping you in the chest.
You'll be rockin back and fourth then falling like the rest.
Hear my name smoothtung, bound ta win this contest,
Like pot-fest, I'm dope and rockit none less
Your cocked kid, don't ever think that you can mock this...
Try ta top-this... or nos-tick... take your towel and toss-it