The Shelter (Freestyle)

I put my hands in the sand and pulled fire from the grain
you push ya plan but its bland like a flyer in the rain
soggy words, foggy terds are being dropped on ya hearse
no reverse, so much hurt, ya tears flow better than ya verse
you step to me and get stepped on like I just hit the stair master
your rep to me is nothing to fret my jaws are like a shark but faster
chomping along, breakin the strong, into pieces i shred em
call me Splinter when you see this dark demon beheading
a guillotine kind of rap, a magazine kind of scrap
a killing team type of slap across a teeth like plaque
Get back or get smacked, and a pistol you should pack
but even a beam at the scene still leaves Noble flat

damn

i'm doing a keystyle.. just to prove you can't beat my style
words like best or master, soon as i'm on the loose they must be redefined
i'm a fiend on the mic, like rakim, jus'a bit better
such a genius when i rhyme 'n flow like him, jus'a bit wetter
i'm fucking bored right now, sittin' here rollin' a cigarette
it's like i torture the crowd, spittin' and flowin' so sick on this track
i'm like.. controlling time and space, god of this mic and stage
you're not on time, misplaced all of your rhymes, you fail

I wanna leave your team something to talk about
so once I flee the scene let's see what's poppin at ya house
ya sister lookin fine, but ya momma can use a makeover
you dissed the cook of fire, so now i gotta takeover
your dad is smokin crack in the back of a lincoln
and i smell a girly's pussy stinking if i ain't mistaken
don't try, you'll lose badly, walk off lookin sad, see
i'm the type of cat to send you rats a batch of bad cheese
smile and say please as i feed you disease
my spit so sick you drop to your knees when i speak

bleedin and weak i have proceeded to weep
bout the evil i have sent you....
...............................to recieve in ya sleep
im a demon who freaks for no reason on beats
steaming to peak
with every sentence youve proceeded to speak
believe it is me,
to leave you weezing-heavin-fiendin for no reason
cause im steamin and careenin to your scene ta stop ya breathin
im oddly heated cause i aint tried to write for days
youre like a microwave the way the metal'll take ya life away

bleedin and weak i have proceeded to weep
bout the evil i have sent you....
...............................to recieve in ya sleep
im a demon who freaks for no reason on beats
steaming to peak
with every sentence youve proceeded to speak
believe it is me,
to leave you weezing-heavin-fiendin for no reason
cause im steamin and careenin to your scene ta stop ya breathin
im oddly heated cause i aint tried to write for days
youre like a microwave the way the metal'll take ya life away

Fine, I'm done hiding, i'm firing until you're lying
dead with your rep laying next you twitching without a spine
set, game, match, with some gas into the stack
of your possessions being tracked and trashed
burning as your turning in your casket
i will not ever get passed it
i'm a drastic kind of individual who tends to grasp it
and never let it go like i'm coming from your screen
leaving your eyes wide open but ya mind close
and jaw distorted like i died in a well gaspin
for air but no one cared, 7 days later im here
you say you're tough but i can sense you fear
forfeit or suffer a slow death
like smothered wit plastic wrapping
it won't be very tragic when it happens
i'll be laughing you'll be wheezing
you'll be gagging, I'll be steaming
squeezing the very life out of you with every ounce of my being
come see me

my energys never ending so threatening your rep's impending
im lending a point of view but you take it as condescending
my palms aint sweaty but i may be white ....
........................when i am sprayed upon your facialed wife
just face it tyke its lame that youre dependent on these great tools
but youre not for real youre just pretendin like its playschool
you aint cool, disgrace - fake - with angered - misplaced hate
gets you ripped for thinkin that ya writs can diss late greats
ayy - let ya wrist slit and it just lay waste.....
......cause waste is all you lay when you display tapes

I'll take ya tape and smash it,
tape up ya mouth with that whack shit*,
I'm Bruce Wayne you bat shit*
Im high, you a bad habit
I'm fly, you a wet mattress
I'm a monster your basket case
left in the trash because your birth was a waste
any time any place, i'll meet you in deep space
no air for either of us, but my heir is sure to bust
rewind and see ya fate, i'm great and you're disgrace
look at the look of ya face, I can't tell you overrated

something to get back in the music

look...

saddle your steed for speed and swords
dire straights, reeds and gords
empires claimed for the needs of lords
in the fires flames reflected the greed of wars
the beat is porus, feet on the floor
feel the chorus, ride the tide from the sea to shores
from the reef to the porch
the seed implores, yes, it's hell we livin
attention, he needs it more but never gets it
hell, he's gettin jealous of his children
jealous sinnin, met with yellin women
but he's too scared to let loose the hell within him
and you wonder why he sells the pidgeons
and lately he seldom visits.....


yo, check it

I'm shootin your best friend,
cremating the remains burnin the paste
come shit in the casket and throw the urn in your face
might even bring a daisy or two to burn at the wake
grave gettin pissed on like a urinal cake
permanent change, permanent brains
what i seek now that I've fought those bodies
too bad i got a new pad, shoes flat
to make sure you don't shoot back when i let loose the auto shotty
i let these lames breath, their so hood
with all the "you will die" threats
over here? they taping children with a suicide vest......
yea, i bet all the ridelin flunked 'em
troops ready to shoot, adrenaline junkies
the sentence is bunk, g
like that bunk weed you roll in your blunt bitch
i make it rain...with shotgun pellets, when the pump spits
but now? i got to chuck them deuces up to follow poise
...too bad im talkin the .22's with hollow points
never see me edit my verse when i spout spits
a quick word then I'm out bitch....

Yo Here I Come,To Fuck Ur Mum(Mom),N Cum,On Her Tit's,N Tongue,N Next Her Pussy,Sorry That's What U Call Ur Son,I'm An I'll Rhymer,Ur Word's Are Lame Like Those Of A Deaf Signer,Ma Lyric's Are Designer,Poppin Cap's In Ur Chest,While I Fuck Ur Sister's Vagina,Ur A Pussy Decliner,A Fucking Homo,I'll Have U In Hospital,Comatosed,With Black Eye's N A Broken Nose,I'll Make Ya Sister Pregnant,N Rip Out Her Fetus...

Biggie's Spinning In His Grave,Like Those Record's At Rave'sLike Ur Shot Up Body,That Paramedic's Wont Even Save,This Is Ma Rhyme's,Although It's Only A Taste,Coz If U Heard It All Then All My Work Would Be A Waste,I'll Chop U Up N Pack U In A Case,Just Incase The Cops Are On The Chase,I'll Blast Ur Corpse To Space,With The Lunar Shuttle That I Create,Ur Ass Hoisted Up,Then Stuffed In A Crate,Carve U Up With A Blade,That's Edge's Serate,Then I'd Vacate,Like Muslim's Migrate,Od'd On Paracetemol For Migrane's,Eating U Like Hannible Lecter N Save The Brain,Fry It Up MMM It's Nice With Some Gravy,I'm Crazy,Since I Was A Baby,When My Parent's Raped Me,From Cradle To A Junkie,That's Hip Hop Not Veinal,I'll Take You're Mama Anal,Penetrate,Her Til She Give's Oral G,I'll Bust Ya Teeth With Oral B...

commiting serious crimes eliminate those cuz only a fool left, witness
Damn im immaculate in comparison to these chowder head bitches
i got 50 cal, vicious, I'd even rip up a cancer child's final wish list,
perhaps i need to explain that you low cal rappers to me are nutritious,
i eat em up, and your skills are fictitious , could be the pope's visionary,
but i'd knock the lights out the closest father molesting missionary,
im sorry im off topic but my blood is toxic since i split blunts like a locket
my punches are in common with the reefer make you see lights: fiber optics,
i proceed to inhale weed til i take flight and im freed: independence,
i got chicks quick on my dick actin slick before i finish a sentence,
thats why they on the floor how i adore the commonplace adolescence,
because they think they legs spreadin can reach themselves into my investments.

come to my stoop, the shotty'll blow
i dont rap on a beat, i ducati a flow
new bodies then ghost, dudes potty, exposed
expose, cess, yes, blow haze
threats necessary neglectin my fame
hand cuffin myself im so expectin the jakes
wrestlin is fake, but the neck will so break
go head, go on and choke on this spit
bitch's thighs so thick i want to propose to those hips
pull out a drool cup and diagnose my prognosis is whipped
not a government man but i work for the country
stay on the block just payin my cot by insuring my money
watch the blunt cess at sunset when my lungs flex
no more dry cess blunts bitch,
im thinkin about the best guns and hedgefunds bitch
lets run bricks
a bandit, a hooligan rather
blammit, goddamnit there goes the tool again bastard
recession, psh, got funds for bail in the drought
your welcome, hell son, just a quick 12 & im out.....

Mouth piece hotter dan the burner at my side
Emcees step up fall short n get chalked up as suicide
Cut I'm cuttin diamonds n jewls wen I let a verse go
So truthfully u cud sayin money was dyin for the doe
Puns I use em jus for show and metaphors for ya brod
Yeeb gotta question it I'm fuckin her if ya see me around the yard
Jus like viagra - ya boy go hard (no homo)
Money so stupid my accountants a retard - kasssssh

the governments stealing, taxes leave the poor reeling,
Slowly stopping the pensioners at home alone breathing,
They say the uk's a safe place to live and raise kids,
With a hugely growing number of failed relationships,
Teens skipping school, failing tests then resits,
Girl sluts of fourteen fucking dicks with their tits,
But the leaders say it's fine, they're less for the people,
More for their pockets, this sticky situation like treacle,
Yet they call us their equals?

It's for the future we worry, theyll be sinking in debt,
The euro's a mess, the pound's to follow it yet,
The marriages are off, only in it for a bet,
Over population will be the biggest regret.

..From kids taking each other to bed.

*double post*

Bars like prison - got a lot and they durable
Sturdy and dangerous results in a lot a unexpected funerals
Wordplay outragous ryhme scheme contagious
Mouth piece compared to ufc cages
Deadly - medly - if ya put it all together
Nah jus me a hybrid beast focussed on stakkin chedder
Wutever.....lockz

Bars like prisons? But prisons are full,
Overfillin' so they drillin' down into kids at our schools,
'you start off on drugs, climb to the top then you fall,
It's your call what you do, serving your life doing time is beyond optional.. my rhymes are controversial,
Its not just the weed, cocaine grown from the seed,
It's the slicin' of victims, then leavin em to bleed,
Buryin' 'em in graveyard, or dumped in the sea,
Floatin' to Africa, or another country,

Its not just the prisons, cause there's sides like a prism,
Stories to tell, if only the judges would listen,
I don't believe in religion, only a hint of bein' Christian,
But this guy only went and stole cause he's on the dole, and needed cash in an instant..

cocaine stuck on mirrors,plus chains cut wit scissors
the pain is rough,it figures,still i strain too much to wither
id rather slither in my skin than deliver this again
slivers of my pen get lost in the thoughts im livin in
thought provakitive, child hood nostalgia's chalk boards and chocolate
sock em boppers and wantin lots of shit
but rarely gettin much,those who "love" us barely kept in touch

Emcees feel me like a gun in they face - I'm fear
I see bitch niggas all over the place - its clear
They can't beat my new pace - its weird
Ine trying and none can get in my way
Yung L train leaves chaos n dismay
So I suggest u don't come btween him an his pay
B4 ya house gets dozed n cleared for his railway
I ll pump dat weight right where u lay
Den lay n wait for u niggas to break - kasssssh

i got figgas to take from the unsuspected/
make you run ya necklance undetected/
son is wreckless thats why i stay poppin chill pills/
with my ill skill im searchin for a 100 mill' deal/
in the studio with concealed steel, just for bustin in the air/
hummin along with the drums,percussion and the snares/
havent been on in a few ticks/
i spew slick see my huge pic in a news clip/
i booze sip and bruise lips when i pistol whip you dudes with a huge clip/

I'm illicit, kill this shit, when the feelin' left
you makin' money of drugs, but dealin' less?
concealin' tech's? but still in a 1 bedroom apt?
plus your sittin' so low in ur ride, "where the headroom at?"
your flow won't sell holmes so better redeem those
cuz only time ur air forces one, is bootlegged schemed ho's
ball like chemo, dark like the tip of the chimeny
kill any dream, put a milli on the flow u catch that? any dream
I be doin' things most rappers is scared to do in writtens
child smitten, wild livin', and u let ur dawgs pile with it
I get crazy pussy, and nah boy I ain't talkin' wild kittens
you get vagina, but the pictures in mag's don't help profile image
I'm wild with it, boredom and I'm about to make a return
.................................................. .................see herb?

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i use an exact match/
after our battle, leave with a cat scratch/
caldilac mack with a rap knack wearin my cap back/
on my 90's swag- movin' forward/
its the rulers order/
boo and torture dudes sportin for the news reporters/
you see the fist play/
and who cares what a chick say/
foget the sex-im gettin checks the legit way/
ya chick looks like b. pumper in a mini shirt/
plus so much silicone when i was feelin on her them tittys hurt/
so no pity for you country bumkins cuz the citys worse/
yours truely,vince/
give ya moms a booty pinch as a tease and febreeze her coochie stench/...LMAO

"i got style, plus the way that i be flowin is sharp"
as a dagger, got thug love for homies at heart,
brothaz beware, i jump mics im fully prepared
leave a trail of dead rappers when go anywhere-
people givin props, handin out the maddest respects
clockin bitches "the only thing im havin is sex"
and my attitude makes me believe im the badest dude,
rip a mic to pieces n throw it at you while im battlin you,

i make a vodka sandwich and put it in jelly,
yum yum yum yum YUM in my belly,
i love watching x factor on the telly,
my socks are really too smelly,
i'm not black R kelly,
and i constantly wear wellies,
thanks gays.

Slithering Silently invading your rhyme scheme
High and Relaxed, Lying on a bed of ice cream
Make this Dope and as sweet as a fresh Cantaloupe
even if folks don't like these notes they all can choke
Shadow Silhouettes cause fright but excite me
to the point I feel I am die when I am not writing.
Come mess with the master, who's waiting to extend his chapters
Because Armageddon is just the surface of this disaster.

Double Post @.@ Sorry

even if its a double post/
i come and crumble quotes/
maybe a oxy-moron but its truely a humble boast/
rum and coke feelin dumb provoked like if forest gump is poked/...think about it
and after that give me my due respect/
i use witts you use the tech/ which is useless..who's the best?/
dont answer that you just might embarass yourself-
you wildin out/ plus your whole style is out/
you claimin swag/ but nah you just a flamin' fag/
i kid you not, i spit too hot/
when i practice my famous spit-fu every issue stops/

people rhyme in pairs and I despair,
I dare you all to expand this nightmare,
Open your wings, and think beyond there,
Past this place and face all thats unfair
In your lives, don't glamour it up,
This ain't a match, there isn't a cup,
Telling the truth's not winning you luck,
If karma wants it, you'll still be hit by a truck
And then your life'll be fucked.
I just build the buzz, split the page,
Create hurt from lines of hate,
Throw you in dirt from rhymes of rage,
The targets you... There's both my aims.

.. Yet I still haven't claimed,
that I've earned some sort of rise to fame,
The only reason people know my name
Is because its been popular since man lived in caves,
.. Since then I haven't shaved,
I haven't the time, too busy drinking,
Trying to forget that I double posted and thinking
Of ways to replace the second one linking
It to the first, without my reputation sinking.

reputation sinkin..
none ofyall can see me like an asian, blinkin'/
i use flammable paper with a blazin' inkpen/
walkin down any block,ready/
glock heavy in my knee-socks wit rebok and rockseady/
and we aint lookin for ninja turtles/
enter circles of hyped fans in a slight trance/
never see me in tight pants/
stayin calm sippin from a sprite can/
i do it for those who get that feelin' when../
im illin' that much when cats must conceal a grin/
always steal a win and the show along wit it/
just know im long-winded wit strong lyrics delivered in flows belongs mystic/

i'm a fuckin lyricist straight out the slums/ im givin ya heartburn bitch betta reach for the tums/ yea i be reppin the 256/ fuck around and youll be suckin on my clip/ bustin all 16 i dont care who i hit/ ya momma, ya wife, even ya kids/ ain't no beggin and pleadin about to help/ im pullin the choppa up off tha shelf/ ima show ya how real gangstas do/ ima drop ya family and ya whole crew to

rappers still fuckin' with hand outs, disband now
smoking pot, tea kettles black, homey ran out
hoping that his flops on the stove would pan out
but what your cookin' up, didn't have a stand out
u still at the building block of rap, where ur fans now?
oh I know, they prolly stashed in the basement...at ur grams house
if you dealin' grams out, it's only cuz you playin' old maid
your so lame, you won't spit hot or overthrow flame
no game, propane, gassed up, but feeling like you so paid
(psh) must be modern living when you see the mirror
and discuss how ur shape up couldn't make things more clearer
your straight to the cut, to close to the skin, starting to break a sweat
your whole career is turning white, plus u already gave ur hand up
the way i could wipe these rappers off, just consider them dandruff

1 shots, 2 shots, 3 shots.. Got'em
Then I run up n slam ya with the rock bottom
I shake bake n leave earthquakes with every step that I take
and any 1 that survives the wake, I devastate and terminate
separate the real from the fake, won't fold won't break
I'm determined to win..
real n**as can relate...

I'm not to be commercialized in certain lives
I purchase lies to dance and approve certain lines
if your lines working right, I may say your as nice
as me...sure ur lines may contain no substance
keep ur gut sucked in, your belt tight, keep frontin'
Mr. Q w a...wait..who spells their name out huhhhh?
I'll put you back under the rock that u came out from
and then throw a diamond up just to be sarcastic
bars drastic, keep a flow that melts thru hard plastic
you are backwards, I'm forwards, never meet or parallel
even if you try to say good bye you may never fare well

wanna be killas get da fuckin death grasp/ ima always be first/ you gonna always be last/ im shuttin real gangstas down like they little kids/ who you think you playin bitch im a pro at this shit/ since i was a little kid been down with the game/ spittin verses so ill turn ya whole hood insane/ doctor doctor please come soon/ homeboy done tripped and blasted the whole crew/ what we gonna do old dudes trippin/ just cause a white boy done started rippin/ damn hes ill with shit like/ i mean seriousl man he made us all sound wack/

My name is Razo cause im quick to draw a knife
But only to the people I think are Fit to lose there life
I didnt know rhyming had levels or ranks
I thought of it as a open canvas and Im holding a can of paint
not really a freestyling person I do it when Told
but when I drop im shitting flows so sick the local bathroom stalls Erode (xD)
it's not shown, Lyrics leave minds blown
When im in the zone I spit cyclones on the microphone
known to Blow sterios when you stand next to me your vocals are out of tone

waaat, waat, waaaaaaaat,

n' now I'm home where the cowards roam...
...in a fouler tone, but cannot connect like router when it's out-of-zone
Eating a cal-zone, my style got the profiles blown..
..like a spinning fan, when you're in-it, man - yo I'm finna' jam...
Club house... no mickey, plus ya hoe' wanna go wit me.
On the dock.. sauna talk, give ya mama piranha cock...
Now she wanna go on a' walk... ha, I ain't for cuddling..
Ya mother's been stage 5 clingy - off to her other friend...
Insert the rubber-in... nut on cocoa butter skin..
like come again... dirty shit, plus I heard she's 36.
That nerdy bitch rocking glasses really tryin' role play....
The whole day... "you don't say?" fuck the hoe n' then go lay.
Yeah I ain't ta' type to be something like a delightful G.
personify the monarch approach whenever I'm wit' ya girl..