The Shelter (Freestyle)

I ain't the type to brag, but damn these drugs and guns, I hold it down
Rockin' the Golden Crown, Bitch, point them out, I blow them down
My hearts even colder now, just sold a pound, passing bolders around
The soldiers in town, a duffle bag packed with some good shit, hood shit
Never thought that life could get, as good as this, selling wood chips
Now I'm hood rich, try and rob me, i'll shoot that dust off your shoulders
Don't give a fuck if you soldiers, i'm buck wild, leave you stuffed with boulders
Bullets bigger then double d's, a lunatic, a troubled breed
Give me a bubble and weed, I'll live life in it humble and free
But one little mumble to me, burn it at a hundred degrees
A fist of fire to your dome, more money for me
Goto the strip club, get honeys for free
Take her home, before she leave, she give money to me

Which is funny to me... I crumble humble emcees like a Tower of Pisa.
Watch you coward emcee's uh... try to run, I'm the sun
Burning horizon's climbing that iron lung...
Fist full of metallic equipment... flipping that fire, done.
I've become one wit' the trees, wind n' the earth.
I mimic the worth of ta' limit, a gimmick's worse...
So I travel past the light, reach the pinnacle first..
Pull The Sentry... watch The Void collapse... like a toy, I avoid ta' traps.
Ya boy's back... fucka, Polaroids n' raps.
Flash drive... 4 o' clock when it started - it's past five.
That's live... I see the trash, let it capsize...
in the holy water of Egypt... now I am baptized.
Rise up... cleanse my face of the sin's.
Lacing, ace' n' a gem... place it, just in case it begins....
to dwarf the message... never force a sentence that I can absolute.
Past the roof of wisdom through every track that I rap is proof.
Cats commute to the history when they listen, we..
Never have to dumb it down... golden rule of the underground..
Wanna act humble now then simply implicate ya mission..
Don't wait to listen... just take ya wish an' then try create.
The iron gate, of freedom - read em' annihilate...
a higher state of calling n' see inside of the diamond plate.
of surreality... back n' forth wit' the shriek madness.
Unique badges of honor... sleek, n' beneath that... it's
Scars of war... it's kinda hard when your arm is tore..
From the psychological gate of Rap where ya bar is formed....

With the state the games in
I ask who really let the lames in
they got laughin' at their statements
boo hoo you gotta problem then state it
I'm raisin' the bar til all of you hate him
fuck it you can't serve me with fake friends
leave bones breakin' and your body achin'
singin' elvis tryna decipher every fake kid
these motherfuckers is stupid and inflated
I'm bored so I'm kickin' more keys then ever
I'ma stop cuz I make more metal heads think
then shredder

lulz

With the state the games in
I ask who really let the lames in
they got laughin' at their statements
boo hoo you gotta problem then state it
I'm raisin' the bar til all of you hate him
fuck it you can't serve me with fake friends
leave bones breakin' and your body achin'
singin' elvis tryna decipher every fake kid
these motherfuckers is stupid and inflated
I'm bored so I'm kickin' more keys then ever
I'ma stop cuz I make more metal heads think
then shredder

lulz

every rapper wants to be better... chasing cheddar, whatever
what about hip-hop in it's purest form... we don't see that, never
maybe a few who still rock it... like mosh pits, but most 'em not sick
who used to have hot shit... switched sides, they want top whips
model chicks in a mansion... all over Pacs dick, let's just stop this
we need more rappers like Locksmith... Em get Dre, he can Doc it
take it back to N.W.A... where it all started, before Eazy got AIDs
when that old white dude signed ya'll... those days, it was made
before pussies became slaves... to a worthless pay, and radio play
when MTV said it wasn't okay... those days, the shit radio never played
were the days hip-hop existed... now it's dyin', cuz some bitches
who say anything on a track to get rich... i got a hit list, bitches

Once portrayed as a truer form and the newer norm
nothin' other to do then stand on stage and u perform
as the losers source of upcoming you's a cooler dude
iced up, boxed in and straight bottled to fool the news
shipped outta state and sent across the countryside
they pay to see you, feel you and prolly to become alive
once they find out what you is in person they shift too
this shit you, promote thats the lifestyle they give you
and if interest due, then you better cough up a bit more
till the slap another label on you and you get sense or...
maybe censored considering the basis of the statistics
plus the lifestyle they state becomes more n more simplistic
the realistic slips away and the bridges burn and give away
ain't nothin' new to us bruh, it's just life, and another shitty day

the realest white boy, the lyrical crumble of foil,
leads to the unleash, of the verse with the biggest ReCoiL,
Fick A Sea Saw, im to raw like i came out of a grazing cow,
to defeat yaw, Give it all i got and till your ears bleed out,
drop to the ground, watch as everyone starts forming a crowd,
because this is the illest shit i ever put out, like there starting to like me now
pick my feet up off of your crown, im the new king of Rap, Simmer Down.

like a pound of books with no one around to look
I pick up on everything that these surroundings took
I guess that means I'ma plant the idea in ur head
Inception is it possible, let me ease it in instead
make the impossible, possible remove the thoughts
it's like losing control, blacking out, infused with shots
all bodily fluid influences your movement...uggghhhhhh

I like where you were going wit' that...
I hope no one's holding you back from
progressing ya skills, cuss that was pretty excellent - till...
The moment you stopped... no opponent can hone what you got...
Yeah, supposedly not... I'm more holy than a rosary top.
Flow's ferociously hot... That's like, if my past life's in a
grocery shop... bakery, n' the store clerk - toasted me, HOT...
Not exaggerating the heat though... my history's wild.
Rotisserie style wit' the flames... guess you're listening, now.
isn't it how most of you fagot's are sticking around?...
Got you like the shuttle when the rocket ship lifts from the ground...
Shaken up... bet you're waking up from the morning dew.
But I'm more into the rugged shape of my form, n' you?

Well me I can't say much cuz I'm peepin' that ass
and it's harder to write when I keep on seein' all that
either way I'm on my tacky influence with ceilings intact
rain drops falling on my head I guess I'm dealing with crack?
without feelings in rap I'm isolated into a slumberland
dreaming of taking the world by storm while on the other hand
focusing on gettin outta this place...Alice In Wonderland
what becomes of man as hes broken down to others and
placed in a position where he must try harder!??!
I don't know but I think I'm gonna be a goner

Aight look, so I'm new here and I see people messing with this game
you think Im a newbie? Ima reach the fame faster than yo mom came
But anyways, Ima warn you playa just don't mess with me, especially
when you earn 2 bux and cant even fuck on ecstasy
damn,i hit that shit up so much i even give it to my secretary
my boss, my dog, my boys who dont even sing with me,
let me see, there isn't anybody in this world who i'd love to be
except for me, my minds just so full of me id shit everyday telling you the life i see.
Anyways thats enough of me, I recommend you leave before I start to invade your family
and bring all the tragedy thats gonna happen after their hospitality.

Rain falls and I see the pain dawg
to me all that could change ya thoughts
without complainin' or even praisin' God
do for self and get to tryna make it (huh?)
well if you ain't goin' to listen to me
you'll understand where my interest be
I'm taking my ball away from Slim Shady
hit 6 babies with a slap of life spit gravy
yea I'm over these damn couch potatos
you ace ventura rappers speak out ya a hole
still fixin' the wires that's around ya cable
while I'm out in vallejo for some weird reason
but I'm there it's just the new year season
well..not yet but I'm just spittin' what I feel
cuz to be honest in the Open Mic I've givin' it real
but theres not enough to feed to keep pennin' my feel
ings?!?!?! rings fall out like when sonic gets hit
and I got my knife about time that sonic gets hit

I'm hungry

Demonic as shit... a product that's atomically fit.
For violence minus the ego, I'm an amigo'... I'm a,
show you why I'm illegal.. crossing the border fought an officer for a...
Parking ticket, then I tossed in a quarter n' ran the rest of the way.
So what's the estimate, eh? .... evading authorities?
My aim is so horribly... off sight, thought that was not right...
I drop like, metric units of tightness... my musical life is...
Dictated n' not read like my influence to write this..

my influence to write is, a bunch of students who like this
so as soon as I rap music they like it, my music is fight shit
so test me, style so freshly.. any noob pursuing ends lifeless
i'm deadly.. leave em clueless with a right fist, i'm fuel to ignite with
and fuck school, i was all about schooling dudes, using ice picks
so confusing, this righteous.. guy with an issue..
i'm married to hip-hop.. do anything to keep it alive- high with a pistol
because even if I die, my lyrics still stay alive with you..

each corner is blown in by my explosions
implosions impacted from the deepest ocean
the world will close in and heal the wound
tarot reader all I'll ever be dealing is doom
thoughts concealed in shrooms dealing disputes
healing the youth while mind wielding the spoon
reveal the truth by calculating steel into....
you...mu'fucker

i feel soory for the innocent wittnesesses that gone wittnes this
i murder beats and minus these suckas like its arithmetics ,
i rip this shit , destined for hits like i spit with kicks
u myt not get that bit , but fuck it like a chick who wish for dick
i made this qquick
shortened the lines just to make it fit
fuck you in advance to the haters that gone say this shit


quick freestyle whack i know lmao

fly through and die too
only thing thats inside u
is somethin' combined with....
swine flu
no one really likes you
pays attention or tries too
but they supply you
with them fake ass smiles
true
the world is a disease infested
habitat that seems dream-less
fluorescent
don't matter it's connected
a investment
damn this accusation
this is my testament
shortened....

this is just some shit i spit over a youtube freestyle instrumental..

i speak the truth in the booth fuck what ya heard
and i nest shortys cuz they nothing but birds
i'm a cause a car crash when i hit them curves
i got niggas and bitches feelin my shit like spoken words
so i'm new shit fuck all that old shit really
i'm sick of hearing the same shit feel me
i make niggas split like dead ends im the shit
and i'm coming with hits that'll make ya girl strip
i got em feeling my shit like they connected at the hip
the way i spit hollowtips i should have a permit
and as far as dough go i'm chasing the bread industry
i dont care if these bitches gon give it to me
cuz i'm a take it regardless motherfuckers
so many fish in the sea most of them suckers
but i'm cold hearted nigga like ice road truckers

compulsion it makes me move faster
get in the way and I'm like move rappers
I do rappers in like rippin' into condoms
shorty got ass for days askin' who want some
but on the real I can play the therapist
get into that mind and give you experience
it don't matter drink till the end of the bottle
told a girl like Joe Budden "how we goin' out to eat?
I thought you ain't swallow?"

Mr. Milli in this bitch, make room for the best...
go head and talk shit, ill just put ya ta rest...
i just hope you own... a bullet proof vest...
gotta flow like a nine, ill rap a hole through ya chest...
ok i confess, i do it cuz im a feen...
im addicted to this shit, you dont like it then leave...
i do what i do, and i when i do, i do it mean...
piss me off, and ill choke you through your computa screen...

thoughts don't apply to me
I'm the downfall to society
you could call me the unrest
what's next nothing really
it's like no one's gonna feel me
so I touch myself..pause
I'm keying outta boredom
got 2 sodas couldn't afford em
stole some J's couldn't sport em
especially when I'm skateboardin
so what the fuck? theres clouds a'formin
play the x man...tryna get storm in
I'm bored and possibly dehydrated
typing bout nothing till I hate it
going to the top...until I made it
I'm just a letter in the wind...fly statement

darkness fillin ma head, needa put evil on a diet/
fuck candy bars, go run a mile/
fuck people talkin swag, throw away ya ice/
invest in somethin else, cuz your style look like it got chosen by 3 blind mice/
7 or 11 when i roll the dice/
but then i throw the cash in the garbage cuz i dont need materials made by a facist government/
fuck the television, listenin to corporate media, corporate america/
yall do ya research before yall lose your freedom/
brainwashed people from babies to youngsters/
already ready to follow instructions/
we were never taught to be critical thinkers/
call the open minded crazy, as you be callin myself/
go on and talk shit cuz when you turn your back on God, you wont have anything else...

i'm something like elvis presley doing this so freshly
tell your chick to quit blowing up my nextel texting me
no nigga remotely close to being next to me intellectually
i'm the best emcee since ric flair started wrestling
i charge extra fees to any wack niggas who wants lessons
unsigned but i'm destroying niggas through wireless connections
ask smith you dont want to test wesson messy like c-sections
i get hated on like debt collectors but niggas fear me like penis infections

speaking inception, instill dreams,
when asleep or just restin -
with every lethal word i speak in a sentence -
consider it an honor just to be in my presence,
shit, reading any fuckin line i've keyed is a blessin.
teachin you lessons .. no, i'm just teaching progression,
modern-day monk who sips green tea with the jetsons,
spillin streaks of inventions..
make the image APPEAR --
spittin out silk screen cerebral projections.

Flame and Fire you could Blame The Wire
the explosions that came from propane in tires
rolled down the hill and hit every building
with men ready to kill each and every civilian
they say the world has gone mad with sound
they got a signal whenever that bass would pound
attractive nouns the sirens be singin' to em
and if they ask then they'd prolly bring it to em
with there thoughts easily sinking through em
the barrier is broke and everything in a twosome
gets devoured and every hour the beast shall feed
and no one will ever hear the words that the priest shall read

i'm a nuclear bomb aimed at wack niggas, watch em all drop
like a fat bitch on a diving board, who just belly flopped
i'm a bastard believe it, maybe it's cause i'm too damn weeded
so if you a micheal jackson fan, yo you better Beat It
i had a battle with allegory, i had to call up proverb
then metalepsis jumped in for a punch, damn man my words hurt
put me in a cell and throw away the key, better not
cause i'll pull a fuckin' chris angel, when dealing with those locks
yo niggas i'm a mind freak, for those who don't understand me
i'll disappear into a bullet and take out your whole family tree

Trapped in a octagon with nothin' in my mind but opera songs
if it ain't over till the big lady angered then I'm still on the watch
QwarterZ pass 12 that puts me just about 3 steps ahead
and the heart is the only thing that reconnects the breath
making it liable for dude to breathe flame like a medival monster
if you want to stunt then i will easily Eval Knieval on ya
I am one who never gives up I could think up better shit sure
but I rather spit what comes with the minds temper IMPURE
thoughts flow out the belly of the beast I'm so famished
so I gotta eat these "sick" rappers till the game goes banana's

mind of a wizard
with a wand and a savages scriptures
the spells that im castin
were crafted by master magicians
i'm graphin the flowin lines
like a mathemetician
todays rap is going blind
thats the fastest description
unofficial, no copywrited initial
my skill set will directly
inject the effects into your tissue
like a scientist
finding antibodies & viruses
killin mics within sight of curious irises
with broken sinuses
i smoke to a status of total mindlessness
until im too faded to know what time it is
artists forgot what the definition of rhymin is
thats why i flow philosophy
you can call me Aquinas kid
my sensational logic will
decimate any particle
currently present within
the earshot of my audibles
i conquer lands with bombs in the palms of my hands
without a strategy, just tragedy drawn in the plan
you could be the casualty of a common advance
before becomin brainwashed and you fall in the trance

its 9 in the mornin im rappin they snorrin//
start slappin n clappin then get to the pourin//
drink too much bitch ill stuble out the way//
nd the cips are mumbo jumbo in the k//
lick a fuckin shot like you injected on yah tounge//
my rhymes are fuckin dirty like infections on yah bum//
you aint from this town need directions where you from//
you lookin for the rich side so i send you to the slums//
step out that car that you drivin in//
bet 10 dudes wit 10 rouges gunna pile in//

Metaphor for a set of whores quote the raven
never more if I ever swore then I'm bein' patient
if I ever love then I'm just runnin' away quick
basic relations never been mentioned or stated
radio station spun record and back to waitin'
if it's a hit it's a hit give it a moment to breathe
I'ma homeless disease dealin' with white cells
I sell mind well make a wish and dive quite well
that's why they call me....QwarterZ dive in ur wishes
mean and vicious make the energy itself feel kinetic
each sentence gets severed wash it off like lever
lee-ver? what the fuck am I going to see here?
QwarterZ is Leternou cuz you don't fuck your teacher
the teacher fucks you

Eli Roth I'm the tough jew, ha... no I'm not...
Midas touch... got a golden cock to console the twat..
n' Gotta' cleaver, ...stick it out of her now I'm down for uh...
Old' fashion hoe bashing fucking tagging' that toe action!!!...
Oh that's in September, it's only August now...
Ratchet to the face of ta' hoe, Bodily slaughter style.
...I got a while wit' the paramedics on auto-dial
Put her in the corner of my apartment - yeah, I am' heartless.
Defying darkness.. while fucking riding' a flying carpet.
by a market... go parallel, I ain't try n' park it.
Passed by it... I see the world through a glass eye, if...
I'm to observe what is happening then I grab a pen..
Jot down how I'm feeling the very moment I add it in..
That of been.... last night, - oh that's right..
Back in my past life... I wrote about poetry if you go n' see..
Ta key styles I did.. you'd know it's me... yo, the flow is thee'...
Only reason I'm keeping up, I'm knee deep... walking
the street's tough... basically, it's complacent to me n' stuff.
I've seen enough of ta' sight of failure; I might of tailed your...
Story told... published the making's; now it's a glory road.
Full of that gory, oh... you got a weak stomach, huh?
bet you do, other wise - you would've known what you stepped into.
Repping true to the word... of the musical herd.
Only few can observe the elegance usually served...
By the rhythm... it's like I'm standing inside a prism.
An iron prison of sounds casting a rhyme... back to the..
Actual prime... of mastering, tracks in ya time.
Reverse the play... it fucking works but it hurts to say...
That's it's gone.. atoms by atoms longing semantics on...
Stereo cassettes, I jet like had motors on me.
Pull a whores Armani sweater off of her nipple tassels.
Dick n asshole together, leather interior..
Sick wit' the Hip Hop disease, forever a carrier.
Whether I tear in your opening I'm a poke it in.
Pull out n' nut like the second coming get soaked again.
Yeah rap got her' to use my jizzle like bath water.
Only 17... I didn't think you meant THAT daughter!
I figured I had 1/3 shot to get it right...
So I'd fucked the 2 n' leave out the one that I never liked.
Whatever, life's too short to be making wise choices.
...Behind the telly', wit' jelly Nelly Furtado like...
She plays my dick like a Congo-drum when I'm on it, son...
Pussy so out of this world I'm watching ta' comets cum.
Atomic lung when I shoot the nut in her open pipe...
And I'll let her finish ta' job if she strokes it right..
So much energy in the room that it broke a light...
60 watt... dick in a chicken, sticking her sticky twat...
Ticky-toc ...look at the hickey's that Nicky got..
On her neck n' collar bone... telling everyone on the phone.
Not at home either... I'm a go meet her'....
Wit' a milk carton n' fucking fill up the whole liter.
Shoot a load that'll fucking go on her fo'seater
As she licks up every drop I give like a slow eater.
No teaser... I pull it down in a heart beat.
Soul food on that pussy I have her deal wit' ta' dark meat.
Than spark heat... like bad electrical wiring.
Always next to hoe's like a responsible fireman...
There ain't a parallel to the level I'm lying in..
So try again, straight from the heaven's - high, the messiah pen.
That's food for thought, when it comes to music I'm usually not...
So dramatic... but my flows erratic when going at it.
The only addict to find a cure strategically... seems to me.
the world needs another B.I.G.G.I.E or Eazy-E.
I echo the sentiments... psychological evidence.
Has hinted a decline a skill every line is designed to kill.
So I'll refill on procedural steps to the right path.
If you like math... think of this as a slight graph....
Hip Hop culture is slated here in it's documents...
And pseudo rappers take about 95 of the populous....
That's a metropolis of majority occupants.
Who never lived the music THAT other rappers have talked against
The writings on the wall though... you all know...
Every piece is gone' fall, so... testify... it's ya testament... best decide.
If it's worth it to build a legacy off of lie.
We often try n' impress... certain rhyming finesse.
Like I am the best... but that's a marquee inside of the mesh.
When we sold our souls n' signed that dotted line with an X...
I've been keying for an hour now...I'm tired out.
Basically rhymed about... every topic inside my route.
...Watching Beetle Juice's punch on an infinite loop.
Lincoln or Coupe? not something that I'm thinking a-boot.
Haha.. had to go Canadian there... for rhymes sake.
and I'm baked... it's fucking 5:55, great.
At this screen for hours both of my eyes taped...
To the bright monitor's rays flushing my mind straight.
But I'm sure most relate to that... I take it back.
On A PC... that's not to say that I hate the MAC.
But it's easier to use for me when I make a track.
Which I would do in a second but it's too late for that...
I couldn't tell you why I'm awake, I should take a nap.
Sleep for 2 hours n' then wake up at 8' to rap.
Wait, that's whack... I'd be tired off of my ass for work.
Past berserk n' rip you off like ya Hogan's elastic shirt.
OK, it's obvious I can go for hours with this.
Cuss my powers exist in the keys I pull out of this bitch.
Like a prostitute wit' a fucking thought I can often shoot
out sentences... on just about every topic my pencil hits.
So mention this to authority when you hit the dial.
n' tell em' paramedics can't measure up to this written style.
It's been a while since I've ever dropped a key this long.
You're a fucking trooper if you're still basically reading on...
I need a song or a fucking track about 9 minutes.
Just to rap around it like I forgot there's a time limit....
Yeah I did it, a fucking verse that's defied odds.
My god, you couldn't fit this shit in an IPOD.
Let alone a bible that sits on top of a phone book.
If you envy reading a verse this lengthy then don't look.
I'm not even joking I'm fucking tired - am I asleep?
Or does this fucking rhyming keep going over the sign: "Complete"?
It's time to weep because I've been going for hours now.
The road is called "forever" and I've been going 1000 miles.
Face palming... there ain't a race you can place God in.
But his own one, which resembles all of this flow, son...
I'm so done....If I keep this going I'll never stop..
About 100 bars I've written, feels like forever's not...
far away... I can spit a bar from a yard a hay.
N' drink it down like it's a filled up bottle of Shardonay.
Put up ya guard like it's ya dukes... A Star when this mic is in use....
Life's like a plant... I live it right to the roots.
Plus I'm not too bad with any type of caboose.
Have that bitch hanging out to dry like I tightened the noose.
Ciphering proof I need to stop it immediately.
I've said that quite a lot now I fucking do it repeatedly.
I need to be in a fucking bed wit' my body tucked.
Hit me up again if you thought this cipher was not enough ^...

Eli Roth I'm the tough jew, ha... no I'm not...
Midas touch... got a golden cock to console the twat..
n' Gotta' cleaver, ...stick it out of her now I'm down for uh...
Old' fashion hoe bashing fucking tagging' that toe action!!!...
Oh that's in September, it's only August now...
Ratchet to the face of ta' hoe, Bodily slaughter style.
...I got a while wit' the paramedics on auto-dial
Put her in the corner of my apartment - yeah, I am' heartless.
Defying darkness.. while fucking riding' a flying carpet.
by a market... go parallel, I ain't try n' park it.
Passed by it... I see the world through a glass eye, if...
I'm to observe what is happening then I grab a pen..
Jot down how I'm feeling the very moment I add it in..
That of been.... last night, - oh that's right..
Back in my past life... I wrote about poetry if you go n' see..
Ta key styles I did.. you'd know it's me... yo, the flow is thee'...
Only reason I'm keeping up, I'm knee deep... walking
the street's tough... basically, it's complacent to me n' stuff.
I've seen enough of ta' sight of failure; I might of tailed your...
Story told... published the making's; now it's a glory road.
Full of that gory, oh... you got a weak stomach, huh?
bet you do, other wise - you would've known what you stepped into.
Repping true to the word... of the musical herd.
Only few can observe the elegance usually served...
By the rhythm... it's like I'm standing inside a prism.
An iron prison of sounds casting a rhyme... back to the..
Actual prime... of mastering, tracks in ya time.
Reverse the play... it fucking works but it hurts to say...
That's it's gone.. atoms by atoms longing semantics on...
Stereo cassettes, I jet like had motors on me.
Pull a whores Armani sweater off of her nipple tassels.
Dick n asshole together, leather interior..
Sick wit' the Hip Hop disease, forever a carrier.
Whether I tear in your opening I'm a poke it in.
Pull out n' nut like the second coming get soaked again.
Yeah rap got her' to use my jizzle like bath water.
Only 17... I didn't think you meant THAT daughter!
I figured I had 1/3 shot to get it right...
So I'd fucked the 2 n' leave out the one that I never liked.
Whatever, life's too short to be making wise choices.
...Behind the telly', wit' jelly Nelly Furtado like...
She plays my dick like a Congo-drum when I'm on it, son...
Pussy so out of this world I'm watching ta' comets cum.
Atomic lung when I shoot the nut in her open pipe...
And I'll let her finish ta' job if she strokes it right..
So much energy in the room that it broke a light...
60 watt... dick in a chicken, sticking her sticky twat...
Ticky-toc ...look at the hickey's that Nicky got..
On her neck n' collar bone... telling everyone on the phone.
Not at home either... I'm a go meet her'....
Wit' a milk carton n' fucking fill up the whole liter.
Shoot a load that'll fucking go on her fo'seater
As she licks up every drop I give like a slow eater.
No teaser... I pull it down in a heart beat.
Soul food on that pussy I have her deal wit' ta' dark meat.
Than spark heat... like bad electrical wiring.
Always next to hoe's like a responsible fireman...
There ain't a parallel to the level I'm lying in..
So try again, straight from the heaven's - high, the messiah pen.
That's food for thought, when it comes to music I'm usually not...
So dramatic... but my flows erratic when going at it.
The only addict to find a cure strategically... seems to me.
the world needs another B.I.G.G.I.E or Eazy-E.
I echo the sentiments... psychological evidence.
Has hinted a decline a skill every line is designed to kill.
So I'll refill on procedural steps to the right path.
If you like math... think of this as a slight graph....
Hip Hop culture is slated here in it's documents...
And pseudo rappers take about 95 of the populous....
That's a metropolis of majority occupants.
Who never lived the music THAT other rappers have talked against
The writings on the wall though... you all know...
Every piece is gone' fall, so... testify... it's ya testament... best decide.
If it's worth it to build a legacy off of lie.
We often try n' impress... certain rhyming finesse.
Like I am the best... but that's a marquee inside of the mesh.
When we sold our souls n' signed that dotted line with an X...
I've been keying for an hour now...I'm tired out.
Basically rhymed about... every topic inside my route.
...Watching Beetle Juice's punch on an infinite loop.
Lincoln or Coupe? not something that I'm thinking a-boot.
Haha.. had to go Canadian there... for rhymes sake.
and I'm baked... it's fucking 5:55, great.
At this screen for hours both of my eyes taped...
To the bright monitor's rays flushing my mind straight.
But I'm sure most relate to that... I take it back.
On A PC... that's not to say that I hate the MAC.
But it's easier to use for me when I make a track.
Which I would do in a second but it's too late for that...
I couldn't tell you why I'm awake, I should take a nap.
Sleep for 2 hours n' then wake up at 8' to rap.
Wait, that's whack... I'd be tired off of my ass for work.
Past berserk n' rip you off like ya Hogan's elastic shirt.
OK, it's obvious I can go for hours with this.
Cuss my powers exist in the keys I pull out of this bitch.
Like a prostitute wit' a fucking thought I can often shoot
out sentences... on just about every topic my pencil hits.
So mention this to authority when you hit the dial.
n' tell em' paramedics can't measure up to this written style.
It's been a while since I've ever dropped a key this long.
You're a fucking trooper if you're still basically reading on...
I need a song or a fucking track about 9 minutes.
Just to rap around it like I forgot there's a time limit....
Yeah I did it, a fucking verse that's defied odds.
My god, you couldn't fit this shit in an IPOD.
Let alone a bible that sits on top of a phone book.
If you envy reading a verse this lengthy then don't look.
I'm not even joking I'm fucking tired - am I asleep?
Or does this fucking rhyming keep going over the sign: "Complete"?
It's time to weep because I've been going for hours now.
The road is called "forever" and I've been going 1000 miles.
Face palming... there ain't a race you can place God in.
But his own one, which resembles all of this flow, son...
I'm so done....If I keep this going I'll never stop..
About 100 bars I've written, feels like forever's not...
far away... I can spit a bar from a yard a hay.
N' drink it down like it's a filled up bottle of Shardonay.
Put up ya guard like it's ya dukes... A Star when this mic is in use....
Life's like a plant... I live it right to the roots.
Plus I'm not too bad with any type of caboose.
Have that bitch hanging out to dry like I tightened the noose.
Ciphering proof I need to stop it immediately.
I've said that quite a lot now I fucking do it repeatedly.
I need to be in a fucking bed wit' my body tucked.
Hit me up again if you thought this cipher was not enough ^...

Play the acceptance like another person here then left
if it ain't clear to step, nevermind what we hear in breath
it's a back and forth but ain't no on ready to leave here
and at the end of the day we just try to believe fear
push ourselves into another fight, another arguement
to the point another moment seems too hard to spend
you lost your sense, almost let yourself go off on em
plus all our thoughts just seem to be lost again
without prosperin', fightin' for another moment we leavin'
no lookin' back, so who else will you decide to believe in?
shit seems so uneven, caught in the moment, cheatin'
but she standin' there with a look on her face, screamin'
her heart out, but her mouth just keeps a sealed lip
and me too big, ego too thick, really won't reveal shit
I rather say get on with your life, don't try satisfyin' lust
go figure, me I'm just goin' to lie and always deny trust
another locked door in my memories home
with no escape and theres no entries shown
there's no windows to the soul, no curtains
no lights, there's nothin' just whats show...verses

conceptual demons tempt me like apples in eden
digressing the heathens by digesting thier treason
similarly singularity separates my personality
accute actuality exaggerates my originality
forced to forage for thoughts my minds searching
rigorously researching to find my kind of earthling
astounded astronomically assuming i'll assert myself economically
constrained catergorically certain curses are contrived comically

Vocal Deception, go deeper than potent depression
Impressions of love strangle open progression,
suck the succession of local recessions, cept when
the popo present, the entrance with 7 men in dresses
homo erectus, So pattern procession, pretentious bastards,
mastered the art of oprah impressions, agressivists
gluttons cast character lessons, n lessen the knowledge of subliminal messages
arrest the kids, exchange there addresses with cells; wat r we investing in?
Ourselves?

See right there? I just keyed about 100 lines...
bout' fucking time... that you're seeing both my knuckles shine.
This hustle's why I'm defiant, Kobe Bryant with it.
I'm committed to every line that I rhyme acidic.
The mind's clinical... in a minute, I'm finna' go...
For the back-door, like a bandit - call it a crack whore.
That's where the actions at...in my habitat.
Fucking being sick...I'm always sick you can have it back.
Yeah so imagine that... doctor bills spiking pay.
I blew my life away writing shit that I like to say
So right today, I'm going off the banter of existence.
Tough resistance to music holding it up for inches.
To close diameter my parameters circling.
360 point of view from the market I murk the pen.
Colonize with the fallen saying it hurts again
to step up to the live stock, yelling - feeling like I'm, Pac.
I ride shot, gun ... something like passenger.
But I mean shot gun, yeah I actually blast at ya.
Watch the casings scatter like roaches over ass in uh.
Every part of you... got a look at it from a martyr's view...
Yeah it's karma, dude...you did some dirt I did the same.
I'm sure it's coming back around to put the meaning back in it's name
This isn't pain... this is synthetic emotions befallen
Back to the preschool I can hear how the nursery's calling.
I hate how dudes come at me like my verse is appalling
When internationally the entire earth is upon em.
Like they can't see the famine, n' other treacherous acts.
Next to that... my text is a rat... who's pestering back.
Chasing a tail like a run around Sylvester the Cat.
I got more design in a circle than a Mexican hat...
I'm destined to rap...making choices based of how I feel.
Now it's real, looking up from the towers steel.
Braces, a foundation built in a query breaking..
Titanium alloy bends from the yearly aching
From 1000 pounds of Hip Hop taking this fear mistaken..
As accomplishment... it's like that new movie Devil..
everything appears clear on the surface
but there's a serpent in the mist and he's hear for a purpose.
Whether it's collecting a debt of someone selling their soul.
Or just to make an appearance, it's one hell of a role.
Get it, hell of a role?...incredible, the metal that holds.
The structural balance of patrons who've fell in the mole.
I'm telling you, bro... life is not something to fool with.
You ever take it for granted you'll be better to lose it.
I'm never diffusive ...always on the pin-point of everything.
Looking down the barrel of my apparel n' heavy bling.
Regretting material possessions that are worthless to me.
So I had to express myself within the verse of a key.



Nothing personal, G...it just hurts to be free.
I guess the graces of good will are working with me
I murk an emcee...switch the topic like a light inside my head.
I've been genuinely keying my verses since the entire thread.
A Key's a free off the top using the key board to think freely.
So please don't put so much perspective on it... text's beyond it.
Besides it's close minded and we're about open mindedness
If you ever wanted something to say then the time is this.
Nothing behind a list long enough to write in sand...
Make a mark that will shadow most ya entire hand...
Even sea creatures surface up and admire land...
While most the bottom dwellers of culture's living it by the man...
So I expand my creativity beyond the pallet..
bomb metallic-like structures wit songs from on the ballet.
Pull the force of it down to earth around the verse.
Blow the dust from off it n' yell to mom like I found it first.
And now it works as a governed body moving forward.
I do record in nature most of it's truly horrid.
But you adore it, despite the flaws within my jaws n' pen..
It's hard to speak... but not at all when the bars complete.
I star my fleet in the making taking it all to me.
I'm such a raw emcee when it comes to breaking the law we need..
Tim McGraw wit' thee ethics of making sweet music.
The geeks use it as bait, hating to teach students...
I guess it's more of a mellow way to encounter life...
When you think of it from a different matter it sounds alright.
But while I write on the paper I keep the caper down.
Just to make a sound wit' this ego as I deflate the crown.
Watch it flurry in the updraft of politics.
Right around the College kids, wish I was apart of it.
Working the starter kit like a field day write the real way.
From the heart, n' grow apart from the life I feel we..
Need a banister to grip upon... even the sickest song
created can not withstand what I'm spitting on.
Cause I have knowledge for days... right in my rite-of-passage
I light a match it's a flame to burn an entire cactus.
Silver Surfer wit the board I'm writing right by Galactus.
See em' hurdle down fucking words that I've heard of now.
Eternal style sun-dancing on the solstices.
of flamed fury mistresses colonizing the ocean rifts.
My dope-est gifts cannot be matched or approached - in which.
could only mean... my flow's seen as a holy being.
You don't believe in religion's of any kind of faith?
I'm guessing science ain't budging down on your mind restraint..
I respect the opinions and wish to keep an open mind.
of Charles Darwin's beliefs that's washed upon me n' soaked the blind.
But only cope wit' time recollecting the early days.
Walking through St Peters n' stopping close at the pearly gates.
A 38 I wish to bestow most the knowledge giving.
With a wife n' kids, a car n' a spot to live in...

i often rip and slaughter rhymers in ascending order
severin senses from sensory organs in my den of torture
the sentinel in a meditative state when thoughts calibrate
my mind alone creates dimensional rift-feilds when i calculate
movin without a fuel source to carry the weight
with a force sure to make the space and time barriers break
i spit the truest clearly. holdin down the cosmos
you pawns know Edison was inspired by Isaac Newtons theory
scatterbrained, non-contained, omnipotent mindset
i've transcended, you haven't even breached the confines yet
laying words to rhythm with certain irreversible precision
penning bars at far depths no submersible can exist in
what you lack is the wisdom. you need to study the math & the diction
your thoughts are corrupt as catholic bishops with Vatican signets
with straight ferocity, stating sacred philosophy
my limits far exceed the atmosphere's escape velocity

my flow off can u catch it
hot dry shit can u wet it
naw nigga i didnt think so
fast cash cause i think dough
if u not thinkin cash what u think 4
i dont know...all i know
is a child wallet make my pocket grow
bullet fly at me i let rockets go
earthquake tha people like i rock tha show
im unstoppable rocky flow
never copy flows im so or wrig in al
and i dont think i'll understand what im given yall
but i'll explain it next time
cause this tha rip ur chest line
showin ur heart and flesh time
nigga do u hear them death chimes
its best im...put on a chain made of steel
cause if im loose tha captin and major tha killed
im leavin so much to clean yall gotta hire a maid for real
every bar like steppin n a sauna
no oxgen breathin straight marijuana
went from washington now im n tha carolinas
doin what i wanna from winter to summer
i climb in to tha hummer
stuntin wit my kin gettin blunted drinkin gin
hit the club guzzle hen
smokie again and again
til im angel high
i ask peter to ask God to restrain my urge to maim a guy
and to watch over those who came wit it
cause them boys willin to aim tha five
bang a guy leave em wit slugs in his brain and eye
in my flames they fry....

and thats how u let tha beat build to tha sky.......BITCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT....... .....lmfao and im outta here

Life is short... and full of all kinda shit like Newports
Mind records... er' move as if i'm playin a chess sport
I'll destroy... opponents who step up, that Blood & Bones
Lea' ya pride gone... out ya brain, kid pick it up-take it home
Keep the chrome... heard you do too, but your's the cologne
Let it be known... I cast the first stone, n broke ya jaw bone
You moan n groan... gotcha face packed w.pain, new fist cone
My war zone... break ya collar and ya ankles, like that E40 song...

browse the forums and pledge honor to those before us, hold a 40 in each hand open over the curb & pour 'em look back on the past and collect the memories of pain like postmortem fuck a bottle or a rock fists be the only things that im throwin im speeding never slowing ill die before i forefit my rhyming schemes is morbid hold the crown sitting down on the throne inside the fortress elfi leaves bitches stiff inside wood squares like portraits always get the love and praise im supposed to like whores tits you cant compare your youtube vid to mine cause i got more hits squeeze the life out of a bitch like boas constrict bitch im the shit i came i saw i ripped and thats it