The Shelter (Freestyle)

im still conflicted,i feel restricted to this sickness
i need a witness to feed my listless soul some mischief
these bitches get under my skin and it itches
im switchin from manual to auto
im damagin a model and dismantlin the lotto
hopefully my odds improve
these blobs that move up and down the street
they soundin sweet but astounded me
i found that we,were in no way the same
so play the game the way you want
cause some day theyll erase your font
and burn the paper it was printed on
were all just nine numbers with a name attached
so when the sky thunders we can stay intact

my stanza's create extravaganza's
leaving your grandma's in the hand's palm
back to the future with the last bomb
plant thoughts in ya mind, then blast off
inception, that's god with his mask off
ready to tear your face off then pass off
to Jan Claude, or was it Jean take them pants off
and dance dawg...bitch, what have you
I'm too weeded to even consider a battle
cuz I knock down that tower of gibberish...Babel

this just aint a rap/
a picture of my open palms should replace the map/
cuz i got the world in my hands so face the facts/
feds be tapin' tapwires to cats hired to catch crack buyers/
too bad the rat gets trapped by these guys and backfires/
rhymes swimmin' in my brain/
my intellect can't be lifted with a crane/
art is always debated even hated but at the end of the day its just a picture in a frame/
so i aint braggin much/
cuz when ive had enough you catch a ken masters dragon punch/
gagged and cuffed stabbed, dragged and stomped then i eat ya ass for lunch/.punk!
i walk like i was designed to win/
its like you stepped in a lions den when u try to write a rhyme with a pen/
they keep me in a muzzle and clamped/
comeback-redouble my camp headed for war after i guzzle a "amp"/
just know that dont say much but when its time to/
eyes view the prize in my sights my drives grew/

this isn't a conversation it's contemplation
of taking a sovereign nation, then droppin' napalm
while I jot a statement across the rocks and take it
to higher levels, supply the devil with thoughts of 8 bombs
dropped over that bag...dad got a few stencils
a few broken pencils and a shredded instrumental
I went to work on that shit like constipated menstrals
sick with the sickest, dephicted sickness at it's limits
twisted ig'nance with six pens the diff-rence
I'm sick...then again this is just a fig-ment
of your imagination, you rotting away into your pig-ment
lissssssten....I'm sick annnnd...thats it maaaaan

wow..im shuttin down the dang buildin'/
im so dope im portrayin "da white/dwight " like i was rainn wilson/
brain filled with derangness-acclaimed brillant/
qwartez and me/
along with hip-hop is an order of 3/
but seein' how three's a crowd this is torture to me/
arms wide open like its a quarter to 3/
ready to embrace those in need,quick/
but ofcourse i apply the speed stick for a clean scent/
the color green become synomous to greed,hense../
citizens wish for millons of paper with green print/
its like im givin a fiend hits of the crackpipe/
whenever i returen back and smash mics/
u niggas past due for rent/
pull down my pants on my george costanza-i want my own bathroom to shit/

Hell Has 'BROKEN LOOSE',Snipers On The 'ROOF', Shells 'SMOKIN' THROUGH' CHEST CAVITY, Eye 'SCOPIN'' The NEXT TRAGEDY..We Rap BETTER LINES And Fuck WETTER DYMES Treat The Bitch Like "Brittany Spears" The Way We 'FED-HER-LINE'..You Niggaz PETIFUL, Sacrific'em RITUAL, "CANDLE LIT" Crucifix "DAMAGE SHIT" Yall Cant "HANDLE IT"..GAUGE PIPE Got'em Shook Like STAGE FRIGHT Then We Box'em,They Try To Survive..CAGE FIGHT!..Hospital 'BED SPREAD' Bind Around His 'HEAD and LEG',Then That TECH BLOW His NECK and THROAT, Then My Drones Rush The Line...TECHMO!, Epitome "HURTIN All You PRICKS",Evil shit Malice "LURKIN In That MIST" We Mount Up Guns "BURST At You SNITCH"-es..HEAT SEEKERS, THIEF CREEPERS, MEAT CLEAVERS Open Up That BIRD CHEST, We WORD VETS My SLURRED TEXT Will Have Ya Crew Slayed on The CURB NEXT...

The 'S' stands for sick bars i produce straight off the dome,
The H is next, and it represents, the honour i've always shown,
Two O's to emphasise - the circles i've gone in alone,
And a T to make 'em see, to notice me and my cold tone,
It ends with 'ah' but i'm not scared,
I enter battles but i come prepared,
and those who dared, to try and tear,
me from my crowd, i took 'em into my nightmare,
i turned it around, laughed right in their face,
'ha' you motherfuckers, you wastes of space,
how many times i gotta tell you I set the pace,
turn the fucking bass up and i'll shake the place.

i take my pace from the basics with the resonated bass/
i aint disgrace infact i paint the place red/
however forget the bull- every face read/
so i can harlem shake feds like K-fed/
im startin to believe that signs exist/
maybe its crys from the most high behind the mist/
rappin wit prolly just as much passion behind my fist/
when i lauch it at targets who like to try and diss/
i caN open my fly and piss on the industry/
thats exactly how i feel to see silly punks portray real MC's/
we all know the symptoms-it has to be a dance involved/
you holdin out your hands but my hands are balled/
maybe this mans evolved unto sumthin undiscovered yet/
cuz even when the sun as set i seem to still shine/ a dream in real time/
dont need a real dime just a chick can will clean and grill swine/

no need for another ILL line for a future deal signed/
although my soul doesnt come with the full package/
never try to pull static-you a sheep in wolfs fabric/
ima sheep in a terrible mood/
try to fit 1 pair of my shoes and face unbearable dues/
this is my life- the air is so cool- its a cold world/
passin by guys smokin lye blowin out smoke swirls/
guys drinkin there death quick/
poison thru coke, pills or on some meth shit/
but i try not to let hope die/
theres no way i wont try cuz one day i know im gone fly/
me and everyone else struggin' still/
callin the utility company hustlin deals/
askin "whats the minimum i gotta pay this month for my bill"?/
if u ever had to gather pennys and take it coinstar/
u know what it feels like to be runnin but aint goin far/
this is life and u cant hear me but u can feel me/
inside im still free but my pride aint subside but builds,G/

i lit a match and create explosions/
never display emotions in the face of great commotions/
forget the fakes and boastin' i roast and bake/
you got quotes to take with my pen i wrote ya fate/
this is my cypher now/
typin down with the type of sounds that flow like plumbing pipes in grounds/
this will be a legendary saturday night/
ive mastered great mic techniques of diaster, take flight!/
ive excepted i cant return to the past and make right/
so my future will be all the better/
scrawlin the scarlet letter produced and market better/
my flow is like a creek so deep i'll make dawson wetter/
this is just a quick reply/
chicks be tryna imprint me but i wont let the hickies fly/
i wont be ya man,no way/
im the 1 bold enough to have told her stuff her own man wont say/

patterns of my minds design intertwine in rhyme
combine with crime and unwind through your spine
verbal projections of devious inflections the result
uncureable infections brought by cerebral injection
controlling thoughts mold your mental so tedious
the cypher be the mix I'm just the ingredients

.. I'm the salt and the sauce, on some days i'm like the pepper,
put some spice up in your life and work to make it better,
i've seen the future, it's so bleak, my wife leaves and i let her,
wrote a letter to get her back but we never end up together,
see i aint found her yet in life, but i've seen just what she looks like,
imagine it every day cause i can tell it'll all be so right,
it's my turn on the mic, i'm spittin clouds like candy floss,
fuck my dreams again and i'll fire you like the boss'.

..and i dont wear a cross or any object of jewelry/
you dudes are fools to me usin loot so uselessly/
shoppin sprees and glorifyin the tags brand/
back in the 90's we used to wear hoodies and sagged pants/
now they flashy with platinum ice on/
actually pathetic and trashy fashion icons/
whats better than a clean T and a pair of sweat pants-
with black chucks/
my whole pack struts and stack bucks/
taking a shot at a goal without a stick and black pucks/
im goin thru a change with my style and all/
but still my sound is raw you should submit to defeat while you bow and fall/

welcome to the shelter of rhymes, i welter my lines
melt em' and climb, helter skelter tellin whats on my mind
Freestyling, typing, sniping, in here wildin'
Havent wrote in a while then came here stylin
Im fatal in the books, rating me on looks
Crazy rhyme scheme, erasing all these crooks
Do this shit in dreams, easy as it seems
Im living in royalty, nobody can spoil me when i steam

fuckin with the hannible could be a felony
poisnens fluid rhymes an write into a melody
an my technoligy is form of a term of crimnology
psycopathic manner couldnt solve like psycology
call me mr boogey man haunt u in ur dreams
rip ur vocals out before u can even scream
take a tank of gas an pour some gasoline light match
burn to ashes with a help from karosine
fuck ur crew an whole damn team
ever go against me ull only be left with ur spleen

my eyes close, the restless thoughts wont let my mind doze
but i know, i could stretch these thoughts to a divine flow
so try mo(re), hard to see like watchin when a blind drove
its high notes, playin as that man now lies beyond soo..
i cry? no, musta had comin like ya girl...
........ when she takes it from behind oh
no.. whyd i step through it? the line, now i repent to it
my paper after writing's so hot i cant hold a pen to it

Fuck Obama, Fuck Bush.........Fuck all of the Governments!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Throw Up the Middle Finger, If you cannot Fucking Stomach This
Watching the Dow Jones Plummet Quick, And it looks just like there's No Change
HA!!!!Black President expecting to Change Shit, And he didnt???That ain't So Strange
Losing Money, Losing Homes................Breaking apart Mom and Dad
Dam it's Sad, that this whole Cycle of Grief, Started when we Bombed Iraq!!!!!
Raise the Taxes, Lower the Wages, Make sure the Wealthy stays Rich
Fuck around with Medicare, So If one of us ain't Healthy then there is no Fix!!!!!
All in All I hate the Gov, Hate the Prez, Hate anyone who Takes my Money
Have to Kill me, Without Health Insurance it'll be Quick, So you can Take it From Me!!!!

Yea..Im iLL But i dont mean 'Hospital Sick' I mean grip The Mic And 'Hot-spit-ill shit' Freestyle all day and my 'Mic-will-still kill bitch' I feel it comin' off i 'Might-refill-the-pill scripts' ...Who say 'Malice Whack?', been rhymin' since the 'cabbage patch' "God Mc" can to bring 'Balance Back'..As a 'Matter of fact' See Me in the streets That Eagle fly and make you "sea Hawks" like 'Matt Hasselback'..Im 'Lyrically Inclined' Most niggas 'Fearing me By Design', 'Seriously are you Blind?', i must be a "litter Box" cuz yall cats 'Sleepin on Me', Cats with "Constipation" yall never 'Shittin on Me', Skimask, Glock Handy 'Creepin Homie', So If Ya Wanna Battle You Betta Bring 'Bars For Days' Im Already 'Scarred and Raged' cuz if ya "trash" you might as well 'Discard ya Page'.. ( N.A.I ) IM..

discard your page, it brings me out in a rage,
pushes me to the limits of the boundaries of being sane,
this shit aint a game, fuck playing yahtzee or scrabble,
the stuff most rappers talk about is just a load of fuckin babble,
politics, wars... prostitutes, whores...
spittin til their mouth's sore and the crowd's hungry for more,
they don't know anything about it, rap around it like they found it,
til i come up on their asses, get their 'sick beats' and make 'em grounded..

i fuckin rap, im comin back on another track
You know its me, fatal coming from the back
Rockin all black, better fall back if you steppin
Cuz when im steppin wit the weapon youll need some discretion
Never stressin when im aiming, this session im taming
Excellent engravement, youll be restin in my basement

my necks itchin/
inject and then youre the next victim/
correct wisdom/
like: how could i die from set trippin?/
direct snitchin/
they tell em ya current moves n the next; listen/
infect wisdom/
this aint pokemon but i catch em all like im net fishin/

my top targets are the pop artist at the award events/
pop in assorted mints before i record and vent/
ive explored the pent up anger im holdin/
remember this..never give a stranger a whole grin/
but now being a gang bangers a whole trend..to rep blood/
where i was raised every pave you step was another set,cuz/
in the view of upset mugs of vet thugs/
teachin the young souls/
when theres a breeze and the sun glows is the season for-
teens reachin for guns so keep breathin from ya lungs slow/
puttin up a front to bluff heart/
in the rough parts of town you oughta clown when stuff starts/
know where u shouldnt be and where to walk/
them goons can read the pitch in a bitch if hes too scared to talk/
might just stare and gawk or ask you a test question/
how to answer?...well ill teach you in the next lesson!/

Over reacting to my acid will get you wrap up inside a casket
anything you consider classic I smash it
death is just a wish away all you gotta do is ask it
the new reaper the crypt keeper
kill ya moms and sister but spare ya bitch you(keep her)
the nigga in fantasy football who's consider a sleeper
words too graphic to describe these words reborn into evil
fists too bruised so after twenty minutes I finished beating him with the eagle

bullets hummin, bustin rushin at you
Fuckin clap you, hustlin attitude
Cold streets, old beef, no need
Smoke weed, never ODed on the pills
Show me the skills, mo dough than bills
Loco you know he kills, focused on wills
Never be chokin when im smoking the phills
startin a label, the hardest is fatal
Regardless the fabel, i promise ill be able
To win, im chillin wit a grin, lets begin

I'm awaken no longer afraid no longer shaking
awaiting for the suppressor to leave his kingdom vacant
and begin my freedom by escaping
went from being on top to being second
such those with hate tried to capture my soul
we fought since the colonization of the globe
those who vanished remained just another memory engraved in stone but he blessed the planet
those who were fortune enough had their pictures painted on a canvas
plush robes hearts remain cold today we refer to them as boss
those who betray us we chop their heads off

envision this kid - a misfit wizard with spliffs lit
in the blizzard twistin' up sticky stuff in intense wind
battering hail, walkin with my back to the gale
you'd likely shatter if you crawled where i casually trail
the calm speaker at the fireside, the white poet
with ominous light glowin from a tired eye
recitin the white lies and legends
of days and nights spent fightin beside brethren
some who lie breathless
others who live with a deathwish they aint made yet
placin bets on forces of nature to make threats
my bro Rico said reap what you sow
a year later his life story: guilty with no parole
another cell locked, shell shocked with a broken soul
locked in segregation under total control
it aint a system, it's more of a way to contain innovation
we crave stimulation, show me the sunshine

its my anthem,i held my self for ransom
i was dancin around my plants and glancin
i noticed an out of focus figure approach us
he smelled of stale liquor and dro roaches
we toasted as he coasted by tippin his brim
i reek of skunky smoke and now im sippin my gin
listenin in on the conversation my girl was havin
the world was grabbin at my coat tail,i whirled my hatchet
breakin free of the grip tryin to pull me down
shit i only wanna fight when im full of crown
you fools are clown and im jugglin grenades
with the pins pulled thrown at your fuckin face
that stupid look lets me know your stuck in place

Beasting tracks, the heat is back
Easy as that, got beats like crack
Slip em in, listenin, rhymes glistenin
Swift Pen, thoughts kick in
SO sick and so dope
Pro shit, I wont choke
You know this, im sick man
Risin to the top opposite of quick sand

...
while others fallin down,
there's no hope now,
no bullets in my gun but still firin' off rounds,
i don't make a sound,
else i'm next to be found,
and left for dead, i aint going to the clouds,
listed for hell, dumped down a well,
the entrance to it's there.. and i'm here, locked up in a cell.

Grab the chopper, pop ya, drop ya
You better get a doctor
Head to the emergency room quick
You fucked with me this is what u get
No fuckin respect, bustin the tech
Im the suspect, so whats next?
I'll kill you and all witnesses alike
With the business im vicious on the mic

he's on the titanic..
rising water, he panics,
opens his mouth,
breathes in water, it's so manic,
then he wakes up... he's flying,
he crashes, he's dieing,
it's the ninth of the eleventh,
forever they'll be crying,
Seven/Seven coming next,
he knows there's no exit,
he's dreaming in dreams and
it's becoming so hectic,
so he braces himself,
sit down, waits to die,
but when he does, it's so real,
poor sod just lost his life.

hullicinating, vision blurry and out of range
Clothes dotted with white powder stains
Sniffed it up, i dont really give a fuck
I do this shit, i just cant get enough
I need it, im addicted and fiend it
When i say im fiendin i really mean it
Im not seeing the bright side at all
If i continue this path than i might fall.

im rising like a phoenix from the ashes/
now im crashn from laughin/
at you rappers tryin to compete with the best/
il leave you dead like all the rest/
im fourteen but il crush ur dreams/
im like wayne with the rebirth/
but i make more than a young money concert/
now i got you jacked up like a virgins prom skirt

exxonflow will just let bombs go till napalms r scathin' hatas palms
my dick is way long, in all the pretty girl's pussy all day long
n there aint a day that id take off, see i be grindin like sparks
findin my marks- times are dark but i'll be findin nebodys heart
with a dart, n i toss their body in my shoppin cart

Lets try diz shit rite here...

Back when ya thought my name was notice
Loved to blow trees, it's a given we know this
Asthmatic on tracks with legendry flow hits
Expected to drop hard even if limericks
So I swag surfd my game and spread my name
If you ain't know me by now bitch ya ass is lame
Ya ass left maim, that's the least affect when I take aim
I'm a damn gargoyle a midnight creature
My flow doesn't sleep I could be ya teacher
Insomniatic in my rhymes I'm just none stop
Concepts out the ass got you screwd and chopd
Known as a dark horse kid I shit in ya pot
Infamous with my dick ya chick thinks I'm hot
So when I hit the stage no mistakes I rock
Fuck the games bout time to get serious
I put words together like I'm delirious
My train of thoughts spear attack ya mind
Lookd up to so much for my grind

Lets get diz shit poppin again txt fiends

yo, yo, lets make it pop like corn puffs
im tough, like a few days ago i was sored up
pour up your cup n get right, not left
not exed, cuz i promise to off-end
you, you be like a pussy, all pink n soft
i think i be the cause of his bodies rot

i keep my shotti hot around both barrels/
the chosen pharoah embellished in gold aparrel/
carryin a bow and arrow smashin thru bones and marrow/
pokin airholes-dont you dare pose../
for the cameras and try to stare,froze/
like a thug or sumthin-
u dont struggle for nuttin' i crumble percussion and snare tones/
that ridicious flow-all i need is the percise beat/
colder than ice,sleet underneath your your white sneaks/
gimme 5 weeks and i'll return a classic/
im nervous actin' till i put my words in action/
i stay having a cold so you know my verses matches/

hes a walking rhyme that only death can finish/
im the piece of paper storing all the thoughts the lead put in it/
ive been dead for minutes like im lost....
.................................and direction, im callin collect to get it/
failed to mention bout the stress from this falling of several minutes/
wish i didnt think your tape would eject in the jet
.........................................when i pulled the lever thats in it/
im cleverly witted like a butcher who sells a slice to his victim/

I refuse be the victim, you be the dog i be Michael Vick and
we settle it with the tips of our pens,
ink spreads sending color
words sting like rolling thunder
shattering your every whim with the wind
if want drama let Syn begin,
got ten broads like ya baby mama's best friends,
but remember karma always comes around in the end
back to start the trauma of anyone who crosses in
entering a dimension of tension straight stressing
lingering on the verge to surge disturbed depression
what are you guessing, a taught lesson?
nah school ain't in session until I commence my sentence
or your repentance

nobody will replay what Synista writes/
opposite of greatness like Sin-is-ta light/
i'll finish the mic.........
.............chew it up and spit it to shine/
so ahead of my time....
...like if i was in heaven with god/
only weapons the rod so this side of you better be gone/
unless you wanna blow up...
...like i switched the lightning setting to on/