The Shelter (Freestyle)

Nice freestyle ^^^

I came here to rap son, std'y beat with the clap son
raw flow going here, I think I should rap some

literally 1 bar and you're done
takin u to my slaughterhouse cuz u is the one
Stickin ya neck out there, huh? Bad choice Ho
I'll cut off ya head with a dramatic swing like I golf pro

Suppose I wear the shoes of a thought provoking
my mind one hundred percent focused
poetry spoken
leave your mind numb sniff coking
gun toking
street survivor no thanks I drink now I quit smoking
a King among serpents so I alone shall inherit the earth and all it's natural forces
you can have the money inside wallets and purses
just give me peace of mind inside of me God so fuck the buildings you call churches
Now I walk through the valley once occupied by the flesh walkers
my bills traceable black line made by markers
look into the eyes of a lost soul cherish my flow is it worthless
nah it's just the manifestation of pain a priceless painting with a shiny gloss
this the effect of the cause of the lack of floss
and if your thinking of teeth than you need to sleep
and if your thinking of beds and sheets you need to take a gun to the head and release
Now I awake my soul you can't take
you attack this your image is fake not a wise mistake
or was it a premeditated decision or just a blurred vision
cuz even if you stand up to this to me your just still sitting
excuse me while I continue to keep shitting
verses which God himself couldn't purchase
the cost of going against I you lose both eyes
your mouth is where the lie lies the sky is where my thoughts fly
Your body is where I send the roses and the ground is where your body decomposes

^ Nice

I ignite the flame, spread fire to it's ignition.
I'm a Messiah on a mission.
To catch these liars on agression
and admit them to therapy though they cry before their sessions.
They might just learn a lesson, who the fuck are they impressin' ?
First impressions are everything, where's the confession?
I'm the professor, aggressor to the predecessor of deceased.
Make a mess of these haters who try reverse preach.
The parchment reads, Zane Birchall's an elite.
So why would I hurt you when you've already accept defeat?

This house, has quite the story to shout//
But no one seems to know what the stories about//
Filled with a family of four, each shyer then the next//
They continue to build and the higher that it gets//
The wider that it gets, people see 'em as some misfits//
But walls are used to shield, to keep the demons at a distance//
No welcome mat, not a blind left ajar//
Antisocial with defiant disregard//
They hate none and trust less, simple issues//
Cause trust is just another thing that individuals misuse//
No knocks, no neighbors, no complaints from the residents//
Life's can torture some, and their pain from it's evident//

Life is hard, but thats how it b tho
Imma smoke this weed and not b emo
Takin rap by storm; I'm a fuckin repo
West Nile Virus, yeah I'm somethin lethal
Bars for days like a paralegal
Spittin heroin so u can share a needle
U cats is nasty but I'm f*ckin evil
Gassed u up wit this cypher; u need some bean-o

I've got a task to complete.
All I ask is that you compete, and never accept defeat.
Except when weak, you can't be defeated.
The strength is needed to never be beaten.
Take a seat, I'll get you something to eat.
A bunch of whack motherfuckers who think they real emcees.
But in reality, they suck, they're wack, they fail.
But I'm a straight up criminal going straight back to jail.

I've got a task to complete.
All I ask is that you compete, and never accept defeat.
Except when weak, you can't be defeated.
The strength is needed to never be beaten.
Take a seat, I'll get you something to eat.
A bunch of whack motherfuckers who think they real emcees.
But in reality, they suck, they're wack, they fail.
But I'm a straight up criminal going straight back to jail.

grab my weed and PACK THE MAIL, national dealin, fucked up
stuck with irrational feelins,
im an addict thats stuck actin sporadic as fuck,
this round is my sixth, i'll end up down in a ditch tryin to add it all up
missin a shoe n a phone, with a bruise on my dome,
why cant I be snoozin at home instead of loosin my own

some say its to protect the weak when its all fake
trying to relate, but I can't hold on as it shakes
it makes us all fiend, I got some, you got more cream
how else am I supposed to chase the dream?
I'm not poor but I'm certainly ready for change
how does a piece of paper cause emotions in this range
sad and happy up and down, damn, I feel like a clown
its nott true, get cash stolen and it doesn't come around

some say its to protect the weak when its all fake
trying to relate, but I can't hold on as it shakes
it makes us all fiend, I got some, you got more cream
how else am I supposed to chase the dream?
I'm not poor but I'm certainly ready for change
how does a piece of paper cause emotions in this range
sad and happy up and down, damn, I feel like a clown
its nott true, get cash stolen and it doesn't come around

ill rape a battle topic with some catastrophic skills
I flow n I think, ive been known to drink and get to poppin pills
when I hit every inch is felt, style so big have to cinch the belt
when they hear me they know its a gift
my status is high like when im blowin the piff
fools get toe tags when my fo fo mags blow fags back into walls
fuck your mother, she could suck my sack and my balls,
u know what happens when I go and I drop
leave fools laggin like they slower than cops
when I grab the mic I get the show and it stops

ill rape a battle topic with some catastrophic skills
I flow n I think, ive been known to drink and get to poppin pills
when I hit every inch is felt, style so big have to cinch the belt
when they hear me they know its a gift
my status is high like when im blowin the piff
fools get toe tags when my fo fo mags blow fags back into walls
fuck your mother, she could suck my sack and my balls,
u know what happens when I go and I drop
leave fools laggin like they slower than cops
when I grab the mic I get the show and it stops

Yo, when I rip a hoe I tip a hoe, always 20 percent
Provoke a toker to smoke a poker then make their ass repent
I'm hell sent and hell bent, barrel smokin..the shells spent
Leave ya body holy, crucify and reduce a guy to ash
Mash his body and stash his ass in the ground in a flash
I'm a dark mind, I go hard when I spark rhymes from start time
to the conclusion, leave em bruisin, body masked in contusions
No confusion, theres no refusin that I am Ill like over boozin'
Walkin in malls and paint blood on the walls, senior citizens fall
Tryna to crawl away from me but gettin swift kicks in the balls

My own strength, get's the best of me at times.
But now I find, I try to take it out on you when I rhyme.
We squashed the beef, but in reality I couldn't stop.
Ink Blots on your name in every one of these drops.
Back in the day, we used to be close.
But ever since I startin' rappin you've appeared as a ghost.
I wish I never received a vote for the game.
Because I've lost everyone that just meant the most.
My life, will never be the same.
As long as we do as we choose and lead the life that we chose.
So we don't wither away like a weltering rose.

Baby girl on the way, but not a dollar to my name//
So, I sit, broke as fuck, and try swallowin' the pain//
Lookin' at my babies belly, ain't no way to tell me anything else//
I don't need a strangers hand, but anything helps//
I find had a better options, I would opt to pursue to it//
But with the way that shit is, shit, I got to get to this//
Findin' a job is impossible, fuck these government checks//
Couple hundred a month will leave me to struggle in debt//
Me and my girl are steady troubled, upset//
No time to sit and ponder what isn't and what is the best//
I gotta get it, get it, bitch, not a second to waste//
Any of you can try to judge me when you step in my place//
Until then, pussies, know that these choices are mine//
And this is much more than simply a moment in time//
Grab the gun, ski mask, take a drag of my cancer//
Tears wellin' up, as I hit the gas of my Lancer//
Fuckin' hell, man, I've panicked for answers//
But being the good guy simply wasn't advancin' my stature//
Pullin' up to the buildin', deep breath, then sigh//
Suit up, kick the door in, then step inside//
Nobody move, stay still, don't make a sound or I shoot//
These people listen... so to the counter I move//
Get the money, bitch, hurry, and no reckless movements//
Tryna stay calm, but my ski mask, I begin sweatin' through it//
Hands shakin', so nervous, wanna forget this and bail//
But I could never face my baby if I did this and failed//
So I stand my ground, tell the attendant to hurry//
And it was then that everything in question went blurry//
And I slumped to the ground, within seconds I bleed//
I look behind me, there's a cop, gun directed at me//
I don't move, eyes closed, I begin to fade away//
No love, no understanding, not a single saving grace//
Everyone panicked as I managed to lay calm on the ground//
Loses my sense, first my feelin' then the loss of my sound//
And as I begin to fade, I knew I should of stopped and ran//
As my last thought was of my babies sonogram//

So listen, when I DROP AND I SLAY
I RIP THEM CATS so fools TIP THEIR HATS like TOP OF THE DAY
u know the HAZE GOOD, chillin in the back while we BLAZE WOODS
cats are fucked up like MULLET HAIR, thats RECEIDIN THROUGH
fake as fuck and FULL OF AIR like they suckin on a BREATHIN TUBE
and its me WHOS BLASTIN SQUARES while im more fucked up then TAXI FARES

u dont wanna see me WHEN ITS AFTER DARK, cuz I BLAST A SPARK
shut it down like JURASSIC PARK, only snitches OUTPASS THE NARCS
givin props to MASTER ACE, 90s golden era when THEY CATCH THE BASS
wack shits movin at a FASTER FACE and the best shit is FAST ERASED
but nah, im livin in FRESH TUNES, so I stay away, from REGRESSED DOOM
by spittin in a booth or a SESH ROOM, my styles like a FRESH BLOOM
and cats are gonna JOCK, SURE, but u dont wanna see me in a HOTSPUR
stay on LOCKNESS like MONSTER, and I ROCK THIS like CONCERT
WHOOAAAA, I keep it hot like REACTORS, and drugs
I DO EM TO THE MAX SIR, steez is clean as PASTOR,
with DEMEANOR MORE MEANER THAN AN ACTOR,

I back track a few decades, to the days.
That I used to run from police down in esplanades.
A restless age, my life seems to fade away.
Caged by day, released by night to fight on the stray.
Stop by the take away, and take away with a game play.
Next night I spread fright by holding a knife to the clerk.
An absurd reaction, as I take this miniature axe and hurt,
The guy right behind the counter, in fact I murdered the jerk.
I mildly hurt him first, now I ride next to him in a hearse.
The police sought to label me a perp, so they shot me, I'm dead in the church.
Beheaded in a Church is hatred.
So before I am cremated I ride a coffin naked.
I'm the sacred mesiah, and you may call me a liar.
But I spit the fire even while I'm in dire, straights.
I can't be fake, rap was dead but now it's awake.
For God's sake, don't kill what 2Pac made.
Spark flame, into the game.
This is lyrically ingenious.
Take this seriously, like your fully believing it.

demons sensed in my heart now/
got me rippin' apart ground-with big shoes to feel/
reconnected with what i use to feel/
when i used to use booze to fill the gap-
dont matter if ya got skills in rap when ya usin' pills/
cuz it can make you lose a deal/
need discipline now/
you dissin' men now actin like sissy pen pals/
just to fit the in-crowds/
i pity men down in the gutter,high/
wanting to to run snd fly like a butterfly/
they shut an eye and keep one open,slightly/
in a fright cuz life shouldnt be taken lightly/
dispite me runnin thru this the truth is/
but not close to ruthless/
mood is swingin' cuz dudes is bringin me stress/
knockin em out in a second or less/
courage inhaled in my chest and its not cess/
its just me giving it my hardest and best/
this artist is next/
guest on this site can see i rip em apart in the text/

i be the peanut in her butter
im the solomy in her manaise
i be slam dunking on supersonics call me kobye
run this game with a fist when i spit i never miss
all u haters an spectaters that sit there talk shit
i stay focus all ways try to keep my chin up
this was a brief preview now its time for the warm up

Life on the streets.
I strive to go and eat.
Or go to sleep, my brain cells weaken in weeks.
This stay in hell, getting the best of me.
Homeless, the government not impressed of me.
Especially, when they took me from my home.
Threw me on the streets with very little clothes.
Fuck the government, fuck the commity.
They are the reason I'm livin' life in the city.

Life on the streets.
I strive to go and eat.
Or go to sleep, my brain cells weaken in weeks.
This stay in hell, getting the best of me.
Homeless, the government not impressed of me.
Especially, when they took me from my home.
Threw me on the streets with very little clothes.
Fuck the government, fuck the commity.
They are the reason I'm livin' life in the city.

Back with a smile, cigarelli on my lips//
Let the smoke out slow, like you emptied out a clip//
Word to your momma, I'm fly to death like kamakazis//
While all you bitches spawned hate, like you fathered Nazi's//
I balled, yet all you bastards is lookin'//
Fuck ya weak punchline, don't get my laughter mistooken//
Mistaken, I miss taken you bitches out, no date nights//
Lap you muthafuckas, you can't even see my brake lights//
King Of The Ring, while you pussies only play fight//
I reaches the masses in a broad way, like a play write//
I'm hungry for success, you don't know what it tastes like//
For a piece of the pie, bitch, you needa have ya cake right//
My pockets have a feast, that keeps these cowards lean//
My money brings that envy, so I call it sour cream//
I was bread for success, and you made to order//
So you stay surrounded by that trash, like a hoarder//

Boom go's the borders
I kill with anything I can find, Head shots with quarters
Redrum stocks the corners
fed jocks mock the Deppresed,Messed up minds love the horror
Time warner razo Stays cold
Rhymes blow minds,Enough hits to leave you rolling stoned
I spot clones,
Any one with a simmilar style gets stabbed with there nose bone
use your shoulder blade and stab the drones right in the dome
and then i'll Trip you with a wirless phone
lol

When I open my mind, it seems like my eyes go blind
I can no longer keep track of time, but the peace is sublime
what's that? a fluttering sound,an utter disgustingly profound
rattling like babies staggering its like a lost puppy at a pound
whimpering for someone to pamper it in their arms
what he will get is embalmed by two hateful palms
it's as sad as little Susie running smack into a plumber's crack
I'm back like a rash, on your ass, too deep to scratch

Fuck being a rash deep in anyones crack..
I puff piffy grass.. Surround myself with beautiful ass..
On the road to producing tracks that captivate masses..
I was building sand castles when i transcended hatred and whackness..

Whats with all this hate?,I'm still a somethingweight
And I'm already Irate, Rap is about striving to create
Not about bitching at eachother, or fucking someone elses mother
What? does he have to be a brother, before you can be kind to another
This just doesnt make sense, so I swing for the fence
Without any defence, under false pretense
That no one would dare, to ruin whats going for me
But I'm snatched out of the air, from someone elses jealousy

i seldom agree- but k-sane got the right mind/
enlightment instead of tryna fight when i write lines/
personally i recite mines as if i was all alone,although/
when i do get heated the microphone follows/
im my own model/
i use to be known for being a clone, hollow in my tones throttle/
what is hip-hop tho..i say why disect it/
i just write my message and show love to those who like my methods/
and for those who dont?..you cant please every one/
so i only consult big problems and not the petty one/
confetti run- down my vision and steady funds roll in/
you'd think everyone one in my circle that bowls, win../
by the way we droppin these pens(pins)/
we be choppin these ends dividin the pie/
ordering beef on the menu with a side of a fry/
i wonder was japans tsunami's tide was as high as my ocean flow/
coached ya hoe now shes a focused pro when she goes low to blow/

I know the road exposed so I'm going on the lane
platonic brain memory stemming from it phonetically
speaking, deacon of thoughts creeping deep into plots
From narcissistic reapers who shot
of catching me sleeping's kinda passive...
But I don't pay attention to lame inventions
...accurate, the stanza ain't traditional
but emasculate..I'd rather fuck an
authentic ass before rubbing onto the plastic shit..
I'd rather have my flaccid dick
suffer Angela Bassett's grip... before I settle for anything less
plenty regrets from many friendly connects
who lied through to teeth... so it's best to keep ya eyes on the street
It's no surprise that the meek's disguising as sheep
Forget the wolf approach... blowing the house down
know the doubts only come out now when the truth's pulled from it's roots..
in full, the bullets will shoot... n' your receptions will wither
The deception of a full affectionate quitter..
is so confectionery.. the basis of extra excellence essence varies
the sweet horizon... but on any beat I'm a keep surprising
the collective few well respected due to unique designing...
Which basically depletes the surface of equal purpose..
Through a beat that irk its entire metronome.. which I'm steps beyond..
Fuck a template... wit a ten set equalizer.
hands in my pocket from a man demanding my profits
I'm a free agent... free basing like a free mason.. getting down
to e-racing(erasing) the entire MC nation..!
n' starting from scratch... like an artist who's targeting cats
portrayed by the marketing lapse of industry art...
Because the ministry's harder to grasp.... my arm'll collapse
Before I EVER let you parliament packs parlay on the harmony
artistry lacks.. ya hardily passed the phase one step..
This is day ones step.. catching rays from the same sunset..
legs crossed... honing' the crisis on the only devices
perfected by being calm.. seeing no other reason to being on
Another plane..

I stay lighting spliffs, You want war, i'm on the path to enlightenment..
You see my lyrics lighting shit.. And like a bitch, You resigned and quit..
Saying, i'm tired and shit.. But i could still beat ya..
But i ain't ever met a man who's beat the grim reapa..
I stop time, and take lives, when i spot whack rhymes..
What happened to having a pen 'n pad, being on your grind..
Using your mind, instead of running it about bitches and rides..
I'm only 19, But i promise to bring hiphop back to a day where it shines..

I stay off the hook, like a bridge and the chorus//
Evergreen state, wild life, I live in the forest//
My flow is just right, like the bitch and the porridge//
These bitches better shape up, like tits in a corset//
I'm the king, that play pawns and any rook alike//
Juice like Bishop, so I roll with a queen or her lookalike//
Knight time, my time, grind time, prime time//
I'm flyin', skyline, where you might find, my kind//
My prime, is like the universes deepest//
Bitch, it hasn't been reached yet//
No secret, no one messin' with my flow//
While you stay out of place, like the letters in typos//

^dope

I cut throats, I'll cut through, your neck to get respect.
Never disrespect the next to be raps first elect.
The first of vets, to put the worse in hearses, while I'm spittin' these verses best.
These new age perps are shit, I'll be the third to hurt ya chest.
Words the best, I'm nervous, yes.
But I spit legit lyrics that idiots can't win even if they wanted it.
Burst your vest, put welts from your shoulders abreast.
Nest in your ears for years, I'm shitting on your lyrics.

^dope

I cut throats, I'll cut through, your neck to get respect.
Never disrespect the next to be raps first elect.
The first of vets, to put the worse in hearses, while I'm spittin' these verses best.
These new age perps are shit, I'll be the third to hurt ya chest.
Words the best, I'm nervous, yes.
But I spit legit lyrics that idiots can't win even if they wanted it.
Burst your vest, put welts from your shoulders abreast.
Nest in your ears for years, I'm shitting on your lyrics.

Road one, is long and hard, sounds like a dirty joke
But its a fight for each yard, dreading the report card
That will tell me i made it into a private school
Trying to blow up without fuel, not plausible, its a rule
If I get in I got to go do what I got to do
But for now on to road 2
I could kick it here, smoke a spliff and drink beer
Fuck a career, but then my parents I overhear
Gotta kick his ass out, Im a failure beyond any doubt

So now the decision is mine
its like tryna score without seeing the goal line
This is fucked someone send me a sign

I'm facing opposition like even in my own mirror
All the dough in the world didn't make it any dearer
In a nut shell it aint all its cracked to be
I succeed to fail and everyone's mad at me
Vicious cycle has me spinning around like Kenmore
Hooked on drugs now they say I coulda been more
Stress has me folding and the criticism follows
No throat big enough for the pride he swallows
Too much pressure has me left facing a weapon
Ultimate release now suicide he threatens

Sad predictibal tail, but its the nature of the beast
The best end up shot, suicidal, or druggies at the least

Simply put, I set the record straight, I'm not misunderstood,
I take Louisville Sluggers to both headlights like Carrie Underwood
Pop Lines, but don't pop pills,
Energized power, like im windmills,
Too many women, not enough hoes,
Don't step on my J's, or tep on my toes,
MVP status, everybody knows,
Call me #1, I'm hittin up Derrick Rose.

Making a claim to fame, with no money to his name
hes struggling to stay sane, hes no match for K-sane
Shits going down and hes gonna be dropped
So to win someone elses style he copped
And now everyones looking at him like wheres that from?
no one says anything, its quiet, apart from the drum
And then there like shit thats jins line, fuck your dumb
So they toss him to the curb, like a bum
and he proceeds to run back to his mum
while he cries and sucks his thumb

Flow is deadly, lyrical killing spree//
Big Pun died and now his spirit's instilled in me//
Never bothered with conventional script//
This is potential, turned to monumental, watch how high this pedestal gets//
Me and you ain't the same, there's an incredible drift//
I'm better in all stats, down to the decimal, bitch//
No battles, all that bullshit and dramas old//
Cause writers's block is what everyone seems to get, like the common cold//
Truth be told, and I'm the only one who tells it//
Ya verse is like ya virgin dick, you're the only one who felt it//
Melt tricks, like heat-induced hallucinations//
So, when you say ya ill, there's never been a truer statement//
You should face it, I'm levels above ya weak flows//
Beat the game on all pro, without the cheat codes//
I'm suited for this business, ya more like street clothes//
So if we battle for bread, bet against yaself like Pete Rose//

Completely hated, degraded, labeled a waste of space, that's//
Unable to face this, nothin' I can say can change this//
Forsaken and tainted, potential wasted so blatant//
Scared of success and failure, so I stay waitin', complacent//
Faithless in my direction, namelessness, my protection//
Patients is why I question my aim and then my discretion//
Friends and foes alike, I'm alone in this hell//
So, alone I will dwell, prone to go in this shell//
Once eager to grow in excel//
Now, into lonely moments I delve, stressin' and no one'll help//
I try to hide the pain, but then this pressure warps it//
All of my pleasure's frozen in time, like cryogenic corpses//
My metamorphosis from happy go lucky, to sadness abruptly//
Goddamnit, it's ugly, it's left me to panic with nothing//
But while this whirls through my head, like the wind in the desert//
I just hopin' I'm still alive when this gets better//

Your mom must've been beaten when you were a kid, prick..
Mad talk about abusing women, i'll smack you with my dick till you're lipless..
Throw a fit, bitch.. Creational damage ain't shit, kid..
If i saw you, i'd throw your pervert ass in a pit with your neck slit
I might be impressed about your battle record '47-7..
If all the kids you stepped against didn't just turn eleven..

* for dude above calderon lol.. no beef