The Shelter (Freestyle)

stuck in the system, no one will listen
tryna hold pole position, cruisin' at a hundred
theres somethin' on my mind, keeps me slippin'
another road to cross, shout out to DMX
I've been seen as less or my beliefs is best
percieved as somethin' a bit more f'd up
how all this led up to this? I just can't get up
I can't see myself bein' this way, so fed up
I need to escape from this route, keep my head up
but fuck this shit man I don't want to hear it
what you call a dope song I know based on appearance
you don't see it, you don't see the soul in these lyrics
so fuck outta here with all that shit talk
cuz I'll leave them kickin' it without those dances like a crip walk

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lost in space and time inside my mind so you know i spit classic
constantly stay smokin pine i leave these bitch ass niggas damaged
worship my shit like a shrine most rappers spit that muffin cabbage
i stay rappin cause its grind time sendin bitches explosive packages
lyrically i mentally damage kids even lucifer couldn't match my wits
its sad that you fags even exist ya counterfeit dry mouths cant spit

it's like everyones missin' facts
walking a hidden path
while all the other kid's will laugh
I spit this indiction fast
sayin' you didn't do it, you didn't last
you couldn't get this far
I read through pages of this, flippin' trash
diggin' backs like a well known pet
wobble kinda like a cellphones neck
I don't know I'm bored tell those vets
I need my thread I ain't developed flows yet
I'm just getting started

leave traces of anthrax in my posts i murder kids
im burning spliffs as i grip grain and turn my whip
youre sure to miss swinging at elfi is a death wish
ill burn your kids then make yah wife suck my dick
ive learned some tricks so my spits sick like syphilis
ill rip a bitch then grab ya chick an' stuff her lips

i got an oven mitt and crumbs and bits on my own plate/
so cold im literally freezin even my bones ache/
in need of a loan of increasin' my souls faith/
thank god i can talk to you thru these times/
and i dont know how i come up with these u-nique rhymes/
must be song driven so long winded that i blew these chimes/
blew these minds and hope it scratches the heart/
and if your heart is honest then it matches my art/
like im hip-hops cupid and you catchin the dart/
my verbal rachet'll spark/
my fashion is wearing a termal attached to my heart/
that means i wear it on my sleeves with a saftey pin/
beggin' god to forgive me for my daily sins/
mercades benz passes me and i dont feel envy/
cuz theres still plenty of pride thats filled in me/- my skills illie!

sometimes i make myself out, to be just like the sun,
setting in the evening, then rising to become,
higher up in the ranks, slowly gainin on number one,
seasonally my lines are like ten huge fucking tonne's - worth of earth,
and my turf is controlled real easy,
yeah, child birth i guess, for my wife was still queezy,
but you can see me, almost everywhere you look,
on posters or on leaflets, man i even wrote a book,
and took them around everywhere, i gave a few out free,
one day watching TV, maybe you'll see me.

maybe i will see you on television,reppin'/
my life has been discussed so much that my legend is a legend/
been everywhere you can think of but i never been to heaven/
and i never will but im in peace as well/
pain in the pits of my stomach cuz my niece in hell/
molested and shes barly seven jesus tell../
my sister how to weather a storm of hurricanes/
ppl curse ya name till its served in pain/
hypocitical then i bet its heard in vain/
kind of like me sometimes...

Yo I may be young, but don't doubt my flow
Only 14 years here but I won't say no
All the others here are gonna overdose
once they hear me spittin they'll be like "oh fuck no"
All I want is some respect I want 'em to see me
I want 'em all to know that I'm the best MC
And to all of those who really just don't believe
I'ma kick all there asses; they'll be crying for mommy

im bustin,out of time my minds disgustin
im trustin these rhymes to find my suction
a rap sentinal i attack and wrap tentacles
around the penacle of weak but synical
sillable fill you full of holes like aged swiss
ya bitch played miss suck dick and get laid quick
sage flicked through out my dish of chicken
ya bitch just glistens ofter my dick quits spittin
ive been trippin for weeks on fry and mescaline
im poor and broke cause i tried investin in stocks
but it seems poverty reins so all change has stopped

My life isn't bad, i have so much fun
Especially when I spit it out, so hun
listen up as I'm gonna go and grab your gun
The shoot you up with it until you are done
so next time you try to rap and fight with me
You'll realize that the fight was over and done last week.

...it was over last week/
in hip-hop, cash speaks/
but this is where the truth of the math meets/
if your label release 100 thousand copies then u must subtract leaks/
from one cope becomes millions of it shared online/
so you must earn they're hearts in order for them to share a dime/
how do u do that?...by being truthful and sincere in rhymes/
but hip-hop years are very short so recycle the funds/
but beef cost money for security, rifles and guns/
but if u aint about the beef/
thats when they wanna test you in and out the streets/
and for that you might catch a case for walkin around with heat/
its a catch 20/20 just stay focused on buisness/
keep those thats close at a distance and ya foes in attendance/

Vincent u raw as fk... No d/r..

I keep my eyes closed n dream as the day goes
just to lay low, take note of what the bay told
hurricane struck n we all dead, well, except a few
n ever once in a while, poor family of 5 are floatin by on canoes
it may sound played, but I need the life now
despite growls of livin in an all white town
I tried my hardest to make it n not to fake it
then the words of my father come back...... you can take it

double trouble

'take all you have, run for your life'
with the words of my father, i left my home that night,
never looked back.. never got the chance,
travellin' on my own outta germany through france,
i still remember those nights, so lonely and so cold,
sleeping on my own with noone but just my soul
for company, i really found myself,
now i've rose to power, money, fame and wealth,
but to be fair, or indeed totally honest,
i preferred those days, rappin' freely in the forest,
i know it sounds corny, it's too hard to avoid,
i don't get if it's from the heart, or infact i'm just paranoid,
but back then - noone was there to judge me,
no more competition, noone could be above me..

straight out your speaker boxx, I could leave a thought
play big boi till I leave em tossed like a freakin' sock
that's so wet, so wet it'll make a twista song sound soft
I could sound off, let the sonars hit and just bounce off
Kung Fu Hustle, I brung you hustle, then hung you suckas
my flow is straight nympho cuz it'll just fuck you fucka's
plus you stuck up, sorta like gasoline syphoned out a ride
and I could pull the vision out ya eye....unnnnghhhhhhh

shit its here,with just one thought i disappear
my crystals glisten clear,im swishin beer
i hate to drink but often times i take the pink
shaken free of this high i scraped the sink
my bag of coke busted now my sinks snow encrusted
i lusted for a dusted ho to fuck her slow
she blows like a broke vacuum bitch need lessons
but atleast i know shes clean,atleast this second.

Sitting courtside when the spectre teleports by
import nights of a different board, support I
glasses up, short ride to the top, leaving spores fried
force light into a dorks mind, light saber, course high
scores tied, switch up, game point with the switch up
couldn't give up, with a slick tuck of this wrist flick....but
I fade away into scrutiny, losin' streak, and boo'in teams
no one influence me, just the truth u see, truthfully
abusin' sneaks like defenders on break, just loosen me
cruisin' thru the lane, abusin' three's no one is used to me
usually cuz the mood he carry, will straight up abuse each fairy
knock em down a notch, I guess it's just another crew to burry
gravediggaz, slave wit'cha when progress ain't made wit'cha
no praise in the fact I made the game just change n switch up...
unnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

changin the frame of the picture that all envision/
my mental thoughts is within four walls in prison/
writin' a life sentence behind these bars/
that means when i write sentences with rhymes in bars/
never mind these scars, its a small piece of the puzzle/
demeanor is subtle keepin' my heart beat in the hustle/
never fall on my knees in a struggle/
my dogs is off the leash while yours keep there teeth in a muzzle/
all bark and no bite/
keep my foes right in a froze fright in a toe to toe fight/
my nose white from the coke im dope,right?/
so when im goin thru withdraws i have to try to resist scrawlin'/
get pissed off an' sik em-figure i could fit all ten/
members of your whole faculty in a big coffin/

I'm back in rare form, tear ports outta their force
ride high, air-force, rip my beats before I tear yours
I don't care, bored, sittin' with a flow impeccable
oh so incredible, compared to what Loso said to dude
throw it in the bag, let em breathe, then holla back young'n
this is big bucks homey, you only get your dolla back huntin'
I'm too far ahead of these dudes cuz I don't share views
fuck being number one homey I'm more like the square root
spare shoes just to kick more, you ain't thuggin' indoors
buggin' with whores, what the hell, or the fuck is your
mind on, I'm on that new shit, influence the nuisance
cruisin' in a broken down new whip, but got ur girls knees bruisin'
cold hearted, bold smartness, I aim it at no targets
but I tell em rappers like your girl...try yo hardest.....

..im tryin my own when i bo-gard this/
fllood the whole market with a soul artist whose flows retarded/
steppin on roaches on the throne like its "joe's apartment"/
now JUMP if you like the way i make you feel/
take 2 pills then im strong enough to break thru steel/
i come off paid but im short on dough/
make rappers run off stage like cheatin broads on the maury show/
forty-fo' caliber blowin more holes in ya walls then goryhole/
on my james bond swag/
so fly my aura is ticklin' the clouds, i made god laugh/
i dont make beef- i make friends then i make con-rades/
i know people with 2 jobs plus hustlin' A-VON ads/
strugglin'...

the same in and out daily, noone can sway me,
when i'm all alone flowin', i've done this since a baby,
first two lines - outta my mouth - rhymed,
my heart kept a beat, within days i dreamt of being signed,
i've climbed all over mountains, dried up haters' fountains,
but this shit in my life i don't consider worth as countin',
cause to me... if after-life exists,
it'll be the same as this, putting rapping on my christmas list,
i don't mean to bore you, i guess you get the gist,
but there's no way i'll stop it,
there's no way i'll resist...

life became chaotic, and it's hard to stay honest
when lames stay on this, "he ain't real" and replay topic's
like his bitch too bad for him to really be keepin' her
soon as he releasin' her, watch how I'm a be treatin' her
I'm a be beatin' her, I'm a take her to a whole 'nother level
toast, not the other metal, but a cup that's in love with the devil
they say, God wanted us to sip his blood, and eat his body
how can he be this Godly, when he wants is son seen as all we...
all us, all them, so in reality we gotta be like animals and live with
the fact that at the end of the day we all become cannibalistic
I can't stand statistics, they always got me trippin' off it
it's gettin' harder to get a profit, it seems like I'm missin' all this
I want to do better with my life, but mu'fuckers don't want it
I know all this, wounded by wins, so I tend, care L's like Steve's Office
but the season is coming to a end, and I'm feeling so confused
I don't know the use of talent when all you got is alcohol abuse
that tends to kill off everything you ever seemed to think up
pour another drink up....I'm about to go, my liver is in the sink plus...
my souls next to the toilet, I want to clean up but I always spoil it
I don't give a fuck no more, the plan went well, but I always seem to foil it

i'm not one to lick ass, or be last, but in the middle,
i could be anywhere i wanted, this game's so easy to fiddle,
life is but a circle, my rhyme's are just a riddle,
round and round it goes, sometimes they get real trivial,
i can walk into a room, hear the bang as i get shot,
never one to give up, never one to shut up shop
'it's too early' is all i say, and within days - rise out my coffin,
the people that tried to kill me, like the krays i hear 'em droppin',
i guess you get the 'big talk', but if you were clever you'd understand,
my annecdotes of murderin' says something about how i am,
i'm not on a killin' spree, but I DO always have a plan,
and if it's ended fucked up, not once i have ever ran.

I don't see how people could say opposites attract
when you don't even know how your opposite would act
I'm lost on a track, focused on the destination
got a lot of problems, so I start to invest in hatred
try to tell people shit they would never expect...
Back To The Future, I'm tryna make sure the weather's correct
cuz there's not enough power here to get where I'm goin'
this is just a thought though, just tryna share the moment

stop the jabber
it don't matter if you can rap dope with rhymes backwards
every punchline is roached, fucking skatterd,
i light this shit you cant grasp laughter
this is the joke everybody laughs at. just a crack fatter
i mean a fat cracker that sits on his porch and pops stackers
waitin for a attack from his heart, he just has a bad bladder
this is , mixed with everything that you'd hope'd for in a rapper
a kings sward slashing at your back like you swore at him
you couldnt get to heaven even if a whore stabbed you

stop the jabber
it don't matter if you can rap dope with rhymes backwards
every punchline is roached, fucking skatterd,
i light this shit you cant grasp laughter
this is the joke everybody laughs at. just a crack fatter
i mean a fat cracker that sits on his porch and pops stackers
waitin for a attack from his heart, he just has a bad bladder
this is , mixed with everything that you'd hope'd for in a rapper
a kings sward slashing at your back like you swore at him
you couldnt get to heaven even if a whore stabbed you

there's a limit on my words, but never on my thoughts
i'm coming down to earth from space like an astronaught
until i get caught, i'm hanging.. holding onto the side
told NASA that i'm 18, trained, they believed every phrase - i lied,
but i aint ever cried, instead all i've done is tried,
to stay alive and so far, i'm just lucky i haven't died,
fuelled by just the anger, i aint got an anchor,
i aint got no need to turn around and sit and thank ya,
i told you that i'd make it, all you did was sit and laugh,
and now i've finished first place, you're the hare, you finished last.

finished last... totin a rachet like im headed to tennis class/
i want a venice pad with a balcony of the city/
but when i open my eyes...reality is contradictory/
no grit, no glory i became a sacificer/
put on a jason mask and attack with a pack of spiders/
slash ya tires ..im on my feminient shit/
forget the gimmicks and tricks no limit to this/
you niggas just aint cummin/comin' strong like a impotent dick/

contemplate all that's on ya plate
on the way to the top in a jogging state
lose your breath, whose the best?
useless stress that's just bruising vets
cool as heck, hell, well you can tell
20 20 12, let the game blow up, oh so swell
make the track feel like it's so implosive
you oh so novice, official album like Loso's focus
you just tryna get a hit, get it like intimate
and I'm so bored I'm not even going to finish this

no limit to this, but surely a limit to something?
i got fire in my head, lit like a fucking pumpkin,
i dont need you all too happy, i dont care if you dont get jumping,
the less haters though the better, so start spreading a lil more lovin,
you can slash my tires, smash my windows, tell the truth to all my widdows,
cause at the end of the day, as long as i got that same old pillow
i don't give much of a fuck, we all die in the end anyway,
and tryin to be immortal is like findin' a needle in the hay,
the aim's not to live forever, but to create something that does,
i'll tell you all about it in the next verse, it'll give a buzz.

Imagine a state of mind where they let hate combine
with love and while it stays inside, your feelings get ate alive
waiting by your side, waiting to fly, letting fate decide
hating life, because they never let you try to make it right
ancients lie their soul on the ground, get ahold of the sound
the flow that is bound, to be broken, left alone in the doubt
put the chrome to ya mouth, now just let it go before the count
let your mind get blown with a ounce, of regret, focus on the crown
........

focus right on the crown, aim straight for the king,
ace high of diamonds, yeah i win,
but i'm wearing thin, don't know what i put in,
don't know what i've got out of shit, i'm almost givin in,
but my minds still blown, there's noone i've known
that could sit and do fuck all like a garden gnome,
at home, at work, at school, no perks,
life's just a big mess of pain, reeling and hurt,
but what would life be, without a new challenge?
like having a new baby? or before that gettin married?
i've really gone off topic, sorry i couldn't stop it,
the beat in my ears for five hasn't stopped throbbing.

new kid,i kick a rhyme like a kung fu vid/
all in wit the bid,competition wiped off the grid/
ages beyond stages,wit my lyrical rages/
waitin to make moves as life continues turning pages/
i kno i got soul,cant say the same for my peers/
they hook on to anything the radio blast in they ears/
young man at eighteen,my path isnt visible/
sittin in isolated shelter,spittin rhymes mythical/
diggin for records,a music historian/
my beats put ya ears in submission like kenny florian/
the stylistics,the ojays, and carla thomas/
and i actually enjoy some of the music to be honest/
until i get out my personal jail,the world waits/
as i burn time,reliving generations through crates/

generating dope-ness by a kid full of hope
im the youngin yet people call me GOAT
as i be flippin my enemies inside out
their flesh be hanging, like dead trout
you busted ya ass to challenge me
but your shit just as old as Pharisees
haters can hate but i made it pass them
cause im gettin the hang of writtin a ten

and so it begins im back with a better style/
never smile inside im happy, forever proud/
my lines get ya/
nuttin like devine scriptures but what i write your mind pictures/
very percise ya eyes flicker/
ppl gawk and clown when i walk around with a "give up ya mic" sticker/
enter my mind- you might want to bring some some cough syrup/
cuz its too sick for you cotton soft herbs/
i floss words so much you'd think its was hangin off my neck, runt/
you can get ya neck cut just from sittin infront of the computer desk,chump/
so next time you better check ya text font/
flex up to impress sluts and suck my left nut/
and myabe the right/
maybe i should watch my mouth, i got a unborn baby and wife/

my portrayal is braille you just gotta feel it
gotta deal with the sick precision I be weildin'
still in hell, but I'm peelin' like foreskin in ya wife
get your inner eye twisted for thinkin' ur just as nice
justified everything I'm doing up in this ig'nant mind
but think otherwise simply cuz that's been the price
I sit up at night thinking of other ways to twist the words
while you twistin' birds smokin' your last mix of herbs
whatever it is my indictions worse, that'll get you served
and have your arms lost, just like having a missing purse
don't matter the games changing, I'm tryna get inner peace
while y'all play liabilities just like white in a thinner beach...

I'll breach ya systems, teach ya sister ta suck like a leach
An when I reap the bitches virginity best believe I go DEEP
If you think your lyrics are fire then you gotta admire
Some lyrical fuel to bring ashes to your atire
I grab liars teeth with pliars,crush their knees with tires
An wrap a rope around their neck an twist till their life expires
Violence is a attribute so easy to forget till
Violets are lain in tribute, believe me ya gonna get killed

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im in a thought provoked mood/
my world is dope- my night skys has a coke moon/
pure white, in the morning the sun is past hot/
must be cuz the pavement is the bottom of a crackpot/
cash crops is is cannibis plants/
and it has to be acid dreams that got be thinkin im stampin on ants/
but in reality im tryna remove the bloodstains/
flood caine into my nose like oxygen/
pop another dose of oxy cotten in/
needles be hanging off trees for the pickin'/
diease on the tip- im sorry i shot it in/