The Shelter (Freestyle)

My Tech ain't, loaded - but give me a sec fucker..
and that's your morality rate, battle me - fatality traits
shatter the saint's of Armageddon with a cross bow'
Remove an eternity off the life of walking the lost roads' -
Celph Taut - the orchid of nature torturing' fakers
corpse with a source' of innate power coursing my veins..
Intercourse with a brain' - Fucked up mentally
sentinel sentry, eventually death's receding the psychic image..
I write within it's, limitations & boundaries
Clown MC's with the King Arthur Mentality - so he handed the crown ta' me
And I ruled the planet, the new mechanic with the tool's I've planted
deep in the dirt .. I'm under ground; .. I sleep in the earth
and wake up - unique' on the first... attack & fight wit' you..
I'm hyper too'. Mic in-tune with my hype when I strike the moon
out of orbit; and forfeit the whole sync of the planet's
And walk the line of it's horizon before I sink into balance -
Now that's a predicament... flipping it out from beneath the stars.
You need an astronaut to reach these bars..
But fuck the space rap' ... I'm the ace black' - indication of death.
Your air becomes a convict and "escapes" from ya breath
without warning... my brain storm's a rain storm...
shape-shifting through any lyrical tirade I change form

My Tech ain't, loaded - but give me a sec fucker..
and that's your morality rate, battle me - fatality traits
shatter the saint's of Armageddon with a cross bow'
Remove an eternity off the life of walking the lost roads' -
Celph Taut - the orchid of nature torturing' fakers
corpse with a source' of innate power coursing my veins..
Intercourse with a brain' - Fucked up mentally
sentinel sentry, eventually death's receding the psychic image..
I write within it's, limitations & boundaries
Clown MC's with the King Arthur Mentality - so he handed the crown ta' me
And I ruled the planet, the new mechanic with the tool's I've planted
deep in the dirt .. I'm under ground; .. I sleep in the earth
and wake up - unique' on the first... attack & fight wit' you..
I'm hyper too'. Mic in-tune with my hype when I strike the moon
out of orbit; and forfeit the whole sync of the planet's
And walk the line of it's horizon before I sink into balance -
Now that's a predicament... flipping it out from beneath the stars.
You need an astronaut to reach these bars..
But fuck the space rap' ... I'm the ace black' - indication of death.
Your air becomes a convict and "escapes" from ya breath
without warning... my brain storm's a rain storm...
shape-shifting through any lyrical tirade I change form

CELPH JOiN MAH TEAM.
OR AT LEAST WORK ON A PiECE WiT ME.
iFREAKiN LOVE MULTi'S..

CAN'T FREEPOST SO..

iM iN THE CiTY OF CRiMiNAL HEAT
WHERE iTS PiVOTAL FOR US 2 B LiViN iT KEEN,
SO ME AND MY KiLLAZ ALWAYS iTCHEN TA SEE,
WHiCH OBSTACLES GON B BiTCHiN AT ME,
YO, LiGHT A BLUNT, THEN LiSTEN TA ME,
ANY ENEMiES DiSS N.E. iMA SEND EM 2 SLEEP,
PUT AN END TO THE BEEF,
i SPEAK DECEiViNG VERBS
RELEASiNG WORDS OF SUBLiMiNAL SPEECH..


HiT ME BACK CELPH
MAiL OR SUMTHN!!

NO EViDENCE AT THE SCENE..
NO EViDENCE AT THE HEARiN,
NO EViDENCE TEEEEAAAAMM
NO EViDENCE HAS EM FEARiN

Peep the menace.. I'm killin' cats when I bust raps
Like they afraid of orgasms, cause can't nobody bust back
Fuck that, add a orifice, say hi to ya new cavity
U put new meaning to cave in ya chest, when I demonstrate gravity

^^Demonstrate the Gravity? I'll just Blaze the Apple Tree..
..PRAISE DEATH! Im quick to Graise Flesh like Greys Anatomy
....Actually... Im the type to take off your lid with the Can of Beans,
You cant Handle Me... I'll make the "SunDance while Kids getting Butched like Cassidy"

Back when I was workin beliefs, said fuck grades when I yearned for a beat
Hit the curb burnin herbals with verbals for ensural I was learnin the streets
Uh, yea, yo....my shit ain't synthetic it's that hybrid opus
My just notice my eyes when my iris's bloated from fire I'm smokin
Don't die when I'm poachin, just lie on the hide with the roaches
Pokin, a dude with a ka-bar or a spyderco, roll the dices yo
cuz you won't think your decapitated until ur dying so
that's why never try me even though I swing my scythe so slow
slicin foes tryin ho's colliding in throes writing my prose
on a vitamin's pose with eyes on the throne just mine when it blow's
lines of the blow, mind of the G.O.A.T., time of the notes
rhymes of the pope, science in quotes, my nines are
blinding when firing when snitches lying to foes to make my
silences known to try at my home so I entice to fight in the road
yea, yea, check it
I'm know for beef, roam the streets with chrome for heat
thas why my throne is seat, or seated rather
ether gathers when my speech'll shatter as it reaches
the brink of what you can read from adders
See, I'm madder than the hatter was or will ever be
Don't never bring a serpent into my gatherings
or I splatter beings with my mathematics applied
asthmatics'll hide, or clash damnit then die
I hath the vantage to ride, or the vantage to hide
recline in the hills, in sight of my bills
legs aligned on the side of a lounge chair, aligned with the hills
I don't nuke men, I just declue then refuse to uproot friends
don't ruse when I can't take a dude whose muses whims
Clues r thin but my mood is thinner, don't make truces bitter
just juke then move the pitcher, I'm sicker than him, sicker than me
Picturing he, when he comes with shivs for sticking 2 me
heh, that'll never do, I'm clever dude, bring bamboo bongs
to smoke & break into pieces then use those to sever thru u
Wether I lose or wether I win, I have to say you know V
do what you want when you want but don't forget dukes OG

Fuck that rap^

Yo, my last flows blow so I need to burn it
Thieves r learnin from evil perches or a preachers sermon
I don't cleave when murkin, I rather shoot for a headshot
Red dots keep beds hot when u cant sleep cuz the lead pops
over ur head pa until ur dead dropped onto ur lead cot
I got ill friends, heavy cargo
We will end these trade embargos with levvy's marked so
With better business plans, no snitchin and
When the drought comes helpin enemies with residual grams
We got to spread the wealth, before a hand is felt
that's empty then he got that hand dumpin until a barrel melts
Prepare for hell if your comin to attack us
Got better luck with a hand out to stop a mack truck
I don't back up, got knucks for days
Touch my pay I'll buck n spray
Cuttin veins, dont get into this horrible sickness
The artists r wicked, carin not bout margins n writtens
Just if it's hard enough to spark when it's lit &
my physical nature, continues to ensue biblical hatred
pitiful papers, entombed to improve literal placement

Its my time to rhyme in ways thats lighting to Ignight on Time Delays
I'll Drive By, lobbing Live Grenades destroying the Lines in your Pride Parade
Its a Nice Crusade to Fry Brigades on an Action Adventurer Scoop
But Shit, Im Born to Write!! And I Sport my Stripes like Captian Americas Suit
Smash surendering troops under Tank Tracks in a Dead Body Apocalypse
Dropping corpses in the rolling cars like Train Tracks from Auschwits
Stay Back Im Out of It! im shoutin it in abandoned alleys
I'll hope just to go out in a spectacular light show like Ive had my Grand Finally
If Dose on the Flow, the potential is sick but I doze on my Dope
But dont be Sketchin me bitch, I'm Protecting my Shit like Soap on a Rope
you notice the apprroach of verbal Genocide when Blot Pounds the mic
Cause when im dropping tight me and Nuclear Holocost really Sound Alike
When Im spliffin the haze it gots me flippin the page
while my scripts will Amaze til my Crypt has been Paved
But ina traditional way I bring the Spit to ya Space
And when ya get a glimps of my face see the Description of Pain

Unshieth the Blade..The Meat Displayed
I'll Feed on Brains between your Cheek and Mane
You'll Scream in Rage when I lock you in the Iron Mask..
......Filled with spider viens and Fiber Glass...
Cut you like a Tiger Slash.. Im Dracula
Grapple the Mechanical Battle Amored Tarantula
Blastin' Ya.. like a Robotic Slaughter Bot
Conquer Blocks..Wit a heart blacker than Lava Rocks
Blotter Dots,
mixed with drumming on Copper Pots gots me hittin Raw notes on my Organ Pipe
Cobra Strikes. from a viperless pit
its like I put on metal Kleets and hit you with a Bicycle Kick..
..When It comes to Rockin mics you know im Nice wit da Shit
..Im like a Sniper with a Rifle and my Rifle tip Hits..
Man...Nobody can stop me from Kill'in the Mic
Thats like using Umbrellas to block and Artillery Strike,

ive been hog tied, beat and raided,
im comin back to take the crown from the underground champ,
your raps compared to mine are fuckin wack,
mine stacked like ak's racked and loaded,
get the crack bitch smacked out of your mouth,
by dking, the guy whos rockin the south,
ive got this insane mental image that im hard from pain,
that im hard from the game,
fuckin insane and no mutha fucka can beat on here,
doesnt matter if your black white, straight or queer,
beat your ass wit one hand while my other ones holding my beer.

bored

Peep the down south trailor rap^^ Dont tell me your Abusing Your Whore?
Heh, Chillin Southern Comfort? Nah, Your use to sleeping on Aluminum Floors
Yo...I'm Protruding through doors with my Spits Off the Wall
While you Enforce Lame ass Horse Play like Quick Draw McGraw
Look kid
Im constantly above you while your getting son'ed like an Island
And I'll always look down on you like Im some Sort of Giant
I didnt Come for Compliance, And this isnt a Grand Theft Auto Scheme
Your lots of things, But beef with you is as real as Jack in the Box Taco Meat



....Come on the shelter is dead. Somone bring somthing.

bring sumthin I used to sling muffins
from sun up till sundown or until my bling rusted
I think "fuck it", my life before my eyes on a page
eyes on a gauge with the slide on a gauge
ready to chamber a round to prime n then spray
I get bored alot, on boards alot, barely knew I was here
Want torch alot, need scores alot, brandy or henny or beer
The tat ink is fast seen as another type of gang relation
But I don't bang in hatred, guns blaze for every1's nation
The one called the states I ball for papes, seems everyone do
Kill you with the butter knife in the parlor, left barely a clue

Walking In Difference With A Hard Head, His Soul Has Rough Edges
It Seeps Out Cuz He Won't Speak Out, So He Leaves A Blood Message
Nobody Can Read It, So No One Knew How Could This Man Make It
No Human Knows The Power Of The Spirit, Only God Can Translate It
And When He Does, The Physical Just Transvert Back To Grass
& Its Ashame You Treated Him That Way And Never Looked At His Past
So Now The Sin & The Demons Eat Your Heart & Bother Your Mind
I'd Rather Make Love To Mother Nature Than To Part From Father Time
Can't Allow Myself Being Burying In The Sand From The Hourglass
Cuz As The Hours Past, Its Only A Matter Of Time The Coward Grasps

keystyle im sure you will tell

label me a criminal mom, fuck this love shit give me a pill so i pop//
drop down to the floor, paramedics will try to save me
but this hate i have for you
so if i die now, let the devil take
razorblades to my heart, oh its easier on the wrist
you shoulda been a mom and not some stupid son of a bitch
this fatality you set, the moment you gave me birth
take me in the back and beat me until i didn't hurt
now give me another reason to scream it
these pieces of shit will bleed as long as i breathe a heathen
.....

heart broken and hopeless my soul will remain
the ashes of the fruitful disobedient son you have raised
dont try and tempt me, the bullet just needs a trigger
the mother i never had, is gonna make me sink in the sand quicker
i tried to be the best, but not even a number one contender
angels keep me blessed, but devil bargains better
sueded with leather, packed me with the case
im leaving on the plane, and im not leaving a single trace
9 19 let the oxycotin take its place,
in second the worlds erased, and the mirrors just shows my face

The first thing I learned about rapping old school
Is that when you rhyme you gotta use the right tools
Never forget that the lyrics gotta be true
Never forget that you're not in the booth
You can't claim you deal when you ain't got no proof
And you can't say a bullet shot you right through
Unless it really happened, and I mean to YOU
Not s**t you saw on TV that made you feel cool
So lyrically I think that it's a no brainer
That when you flow you're useless like a broke coat hanger
I don't blame her, talking about your mom
She didn't know what you would become
A useless rapper with a constant monotone
No reason for me to even continue on
But I can't stop just like a morning yawn
A tired flow bright as a morning dawn
So let it dawn on you that I won't be bested
Yall showed what you had so I guess I was tested
But I came through like a good investment
And I'm a testament to truth you motherfuckers best respect this