The Shelter (Freestyle)

Ever watch spy kids?, you ain't like the movie but I did...
It's a, perfect example to explain the basis of my shit.
How I feel about ya'll, because all you niggas is a side kicks
so when it comes to verses I pass you off like a side dish...
I'm the midas, touch... climbing it such..
Even ta' climates enough, to turn entire cities to know
really it's cold, the silliest, meridian flow...
like the Caribbean soul, the fire's in me... so try in tempt me.
when I am empty, I full myself with a rapper meal
any track, can contract a deal if you whack it ain't that appeal
if you're black, n ya rap is real you're chances of heightened greatly..
Not being white relates me to the hype of the 1980's
Where cats were beat boxing, ta' struggle n streets...
The lugs on the feet, a hustle where ya customers eat...
I don't fucks with elite... I am a pioneer, I'd like to stress that.
Rolex swag, dime and dell... it's a line, if you rhyme it well
My mind prevails, plus I got to shine like a Diamond sale
I am male, defiant when I'm around like a lions tail
swinging back in forth in that animal cage, stranded for days
in that manikin phase, shocked.. pouncing onto an antelopes face..
Cheetah roar, I'm pure evil fuck a deceiving whore
Or a period, I'll make her bleed without a purpose to me at all.
To see her fall, have detrimental effect on ya family
Sync slaughterer, I murder ANY beat that you hand me.
Shit turns sweet when I wrap it up like candy
I'm back, enough of ya plans, B - I'm independent... been a vet n'
Anything you think of, when I sink to the brink a..
light awakes me, when I rap on the mic it's crazy
Need a latches device, got whips - like the passion of Christ
like the dealer put the car lot in my garage hole.
Front got nothing but back it's not a massage, though...
They can't believe it's there when they see it like a mirage, so
I pull that barbie out - you can call it Nikki Minaj hoe
Rap is easy, at least half of it is... if you can master a dis
or any track in ya crib where you actually live
There's a good shot you'll be locally respected for cheese
specially these, ^^--- I got a rep off of wrecking emcees
I'm fucking sick, not a lot of you can catch this disease
On top motherfucker it's an executive steeze
Till' my record is seized, an deck's going have to check the degrees
on the vinyl there laying down... I'm the Rhino - don't play around...
Or it's final, when they announce your execution it's death, by
Celph Taut fatality - 30 seconds to battle me.
You get 8 bars in ya fucking arsenal, that'll be
More than enough room for me to map out a strategy
Before I gradually build up... cause a tragedy, real stuff
lift the gravity field up n watch ya anatomy fill up
a fucking galaxy till', :bust!: ya heart turns to confetti and jam
I'm ready my man, got a fucking machete in hand
and I'm not afraid to use it... your awfully played and useless
cadence n performance got you praying it's enormous
I'm playing, it's the poorest - form of getting ya music played.
You should stay, Indie - n hope ya records get to the waves
Cuz, Really homie like - who's amazed.. your concepts are lacking.
any honest attraction, that shit it'll never cause a reaction
Or applause cause it's whack an out-dated Hip Hop defectiveness
Know the record executives put ya best on a special list
That list consists of other artists who tried and failed the rhyming scale
in fine detail, it imprints the type of moves to decline ya sales
But who the hell is listening now? it's different,
an intricate style... is hinted, to lifting the crowd.... but since it's
infinite ..I'll, keep coming out the water like shark attacks
Bring the parkas back, to New Yonkers flow when I start to rap
But globally, whether or not ya homies would know of me
My culture is defined by it's music, rhythm and poetry
The type of shit you would go and see to expand ya pallet...
The grand metallic wordsmith of standard brands of styling
I'm wild an, beast like... carry a mic & pad with me
Bury the hype, casual T on my verses you have to see, like..
That's a G, his writtens come from the bottom piece of him...
Transparent glass on the road, I see the streets in him.
Officers of the law know all their doing's policing him.
Boom box held on my shoulder bringing the beats with him.
The beast within, you know it - I scribe the ink like a poet does..
You don't have to ask if my music bangs cause I know it does
You can fucking hear it from half a mile when I go to clubs
N hit that dance floor, cuz they fucking popping like Soda Fuzz
They know what's up, Reigning champion since 02...
Old school, hip hop the type of music you go to.
Mom every Sunday now cooking family soul food...
N after I finish eating it - homie's back on the pro tools
If, you haven't guessed.. when it comes to fashion I'm casually dressed.
in khaki sweats, rocking wife beaters shirts looking happy yes..
My philosophy is, swag don't have a budget or price tag
So if you don't got it, put on whatever you might have.
Looking pristine when I'm coming out like the White Jag.
Fresher than most, Looking godly like - next to this post...
So check out the notes... this ain't middle school but it's class fam
you can cat scan, my swagger down to it's last strand..
N see synthetic fiber, next to the mental and energizer
Not a fantasize ta', glamor - brands want a analyze ya
& put you in the computer like you're a chip without a soul...
That's why most of these other label markets are down the hole
You want to jump onto ta' whoring wagon? around it goes..
in circle sets, put on that yellow tie & that purple dress
Off the fashion, it's time for more pressing depictions
My younger brother's being sent into prison's evidence system
Caught a conviction for driving kids in a robbery...
Probably, because his brain ain't in a place that it ought a be.
It was fucked up, I got a call from my mothers cell
She was crying up - with her hands held tight to my brothers cell
Thought it was a dream what I was hearing was crazy
it's clearly amazing, the eeriness that this tyranny's placed in.
Fucking prison, I see the trial in tunnel vision
Got my stomach fizzing', to live a life with my brother missing.
We may have been fighting but nothing's worse than a lock down...
Knives and a fake gun is all the pieces the cops found
It's frightening, ...what I write, when I'm holding this mic up in.
The cord jack and striking down faster than bolts of lightning
The pulse enticing a perception for false excitement...
My stomach tightens I hope my body can halt the vice-grip...
I hope my brother is quick enough when they jolt the ice pick...
I wish this pencil was strong enough it could alter life shit..
But we all have to do or time... whether morning or two to nine..
Responsibility is the key to opening through or mind
Pursue the sign, stop at it... take ya glasses and gawk at it..
cause whether it's provocative - it's our duty to market it.
It's called safety, n we weren't quick in the draw lately..
so if you all hate me, suck through a straw to ya jaws deflate in..
I've long been waiting for a method to approach work
Climbing up the ladder with my both my hands on the rope, first..
My throat hurts, every morning wake with a soar cough
Taking benadryl and the medication has worn off
I guess I'll have to deal with it like I'm dealing with imprisonment..
isn't it, delightful when you've carried on to some different shit?
Looking out for life until your find yourself a predicament
It brings you close together and I don't mean to be intimate...
Well I guess that concludes the fucking key that I dropped to you..
it was kind of awkward to, go this long but I go to do
the right thing here, which is drop my piece and then let it be.
The only side of Hip Hop this generation will ever see.

Ever watch spy kids?, you ain't like the movie but I did...
It's a, perfect example to explain the basis of my shit.
How I feel about ya'll, because all you niggas is a side kicks
so when it comes to verses I pass you off like a side dish...
I'm the midas, touch... climbing it such..
Even ta' climates enough, to turn entire cities to snow
really it's cold, the silliest, meridian flow...
like the Caribbean soul, the fire's in me... so try in tempt me.
when I am empty, I full myself with a rapper meal
any track, can contract a deal if you whack it ain't that appeal
if you're black, n ya rap is real you're chances of heightened greatly..
Not being white relates me to the hype of the 1980's
Where cats were beat boxing, ta' struggle n streets...
The lugs on the feet, a hustle where ya customers eat...
I don't fucks with elite... I am a pioneer, I'd like to stress that.
Rolex swag, dime and dell... it's a line, if you rhyme it well
My mind prevails, plus I got to shine like a Diamond sale
I am male, defiant when I'm around like a lions tail
swinging back in forth in that animal cage, stranded for days
in that manikin phase, shocked.. pouncing onto an antelopes face..
Cheetah roar, I'm pure evil fuck a deceiving whore
Or a period, I'll make her bleed without a purpose to me at all.
To see her fall, have detrimental effect on ya family
Sync slaughterer, I murder ANY beat that you hand me.
Shit turns sweet when I wrap it up like candy
I'm back, enough of ya plans, B - I'm independent... been a vet n'
Anything you think of, when I sink to the brink a..
light awakes me, when I rap on the mic it's crazy
Need a latches device, got whips - like the passion of Christ
like the dealer put the car lot in my garage hole.
Front got nothing but back it's not a massage, though...
They can't believe it's there when they see it like a mirage, so
I pull that barbie out - you can call it Nikki Minaj hoe
Rap is easy, at least half of it is... if you can master a dis
or any track in ya crib where you actually live
There's a good shot you'll be locally respected for cheese
specially these, ^^--- I got a rep off of wrecking emcees
I'm fucking sick, not a lot of you can catch this disease
On top motherfucker it's an executive steeze
Till' my record is seized, an deck's going have to check the degrees
on the vinyl there laying down... I'm the Rhino - don't play around...
Or it's final, when they announce your execution it's death, by
Celph Taut fatality - 30 seconds to battle me.
You get 8 bars in ya fucking arsenal, that'll be
More than enough room for me to map out a strategy
Before I gradually build up... cause a tragedy, real stuff
lift the gravity field up n watch ya anatomy fill up
a fucking galaxy till', :bust!: ya heart turns to confetti and jam
I'm ready my man, got a fucking machete in hand
and I'm not afraid to use it... your awfully played and useless
cadence n performance got you praying it's enormous
I'm playing, it's the poorest - form of getting ya music played.
You should stay, Indie - n hope ya records get to the waves
Cuz, Really homie like - who's amazed.. your concepts are lacking.
any honest attraction, that shit it'll never cause a reaction
Or applause cause it's whack an out-dated Hip Hop defectiveness
Know the record executives put ya best on a special list
That list consists of other artists who tried and failed the rhyming scale
in fine detail, it imprints the type of moves to decline ya sales
But who the hell is listening now? it's different,
an intricate style... is hinted, to lifting the crowd.... but since it's
infinite ..I'll, keep coming out the water like shark attacks
Bring the parkas back, to New Yonkers flow when I start to rap
But globally, whether or not ya homies would know of me
My culture is defined by it's music, rhythm and poetry
The type of shit you would go and see to expand ya pallet...
The grand metallic wordsmith of standard brands of styling
I'm wild an, beast like... carry a mic & pad with me
Bury the hype, casual T on my verses you have to see, like..
That's a G, his writtens come from the bottom piece of him...
Transparent glass on the road, I see the streets in him.
Officers of the law know all their doing's policing him.
Boom box held on my shoulder bringing the beats with him.
The beast within, you know it - I scribe the ink like a poet does..
You don't have to ask if my music bangs cause I know it does
You can fucking hear it from half a mile when I go to clubs
N hit that dance floor, cuz they fucking popping like Soda Fuzz
They know what's up, Reigning champion since 02...
Old school, hip hop the type of music you go to.
Mom every Sunday now cooking family soul food...
N after I finish eating it - homie's back on the pro tools
If, you haven't guessed.. when it comes to fashion I'm casually dressed.
in khaki sweats, rocking wife beaters shirts looking happy yes..
My philosophy is, swag don't have a budget or price tag
So if you don't got it, put on whatever you might have.
Looking pristine when I'm coming out like the White Jag.
Fresher than most, Looking godly like - next to this post...
So check out the notes... this ain't middle school but it's class fam
you can cat scan, my swagger down to it's last strand..
N see synthetic fiber, next to the mental and energizer
Not a fantasize ta', glamor - brands want a analyze ya
& put you in the computer like you're a chip without a soul...
That's why most of these other label markets are down the hole
You want to jump onto ta' whoring wagon? around it goes..
in circle sets, put on that yellow tie & that purple dress
Off the fashion, it's time for more pressing depictions
My younger brother's being sent into prison's evidence system
Caught a conviction for driving kids in a robbery...
Probably, because his brain ain't in a place that it ought a be.
It was fucked up, I got a call from my mothers cell
She was crying up - with her hands held tight to my brothers cell
Thought it was a dream what I was hearing was crazy
it's clearly amazing, the eeriness that this tyranny's placed in.
Fucking prison, I see the trial in tunnel vision
Got my stomach fizzing', to live a life with my brother missing.
We may have been fighting but nothing's worse than a lock down...
Knives and a fake gun is all the pieces the cops found
It's frightening, ...what I write, when I'm holding this mic up in.
The cord jack and striking down faster than bolts of lightning
The pulse enticing a perception for false excitement...
My stomach tightens I hope my body can halt the vice-grip...
I hope my brother is quick enough when they jolt the ice pick...
I wish this pencil was strong enough it could alter life shit..
But we all have to do or time... whether morning or two to nine..
Responsibility is the key to opening through or mind
Pursue the sign, stop at it... take ya glasses and gawk at it..
cause whether it's provocative - it's our duty to market it.
It's called safety, n we weren't quick in the draw lately..
so if you all hate me, suck through a straw to ya jaws deflate in..
I've long been waiting for a method to approach work
Climbing up the ladder with my both my hands on the rope, first..
My throat hurts, every morning wake with a soar cough
Taking benadryl and the medication has worn off
I guess I'll have to deal with it like I'm dealing with imprisonment..
isn't it, delightful when you've carried on to some different shit?
Looking out for life until your find yourself a predicament
It brings you close together and I don't mean to be intimate...
Well I guess that concludes the fucking key that I dropped to you..
it was kind of awkward to, go this long but I go to do
the right thing here, which is drop my piece and then let it be.
The only side of Hip Hop this generation will ever see.

Sometimes I'm scarier than Crippen popping up out of toilets
You see that water you're drinking? Well I'm why you boiled it.
I'm unique like hipsters. Lines echo from my throat to the tips of my fingers.
Open larynx and insert lyrical load, close and fire out the mouth then tip back to reload
Putting fingers in fans just to see if a 200 RPM motor with no torque can break a hand
Alright now apparently it can.
Momentum made bones pop but the hydrostatic shock is too negligible to make me stop.
If rapture comes I feel like Ill be the only man left on earth
Consistently evil in a banal fashion moving backwards from death to birth
Cradle to grave like an insurance plan, because good is to long for my attention span.
A congenital inability to motivate intrinsically means needing money for a reward even though it means nothing to me.
But I never stop because rapping is easier than not rapping.
Starting toes tapping to hide the sound of my roommate fap fapping.
Because he asked me to.
Because I’m just a nice guy.

Ill hit you so hard ill leave your brain scarred,
so every time you try to rap it sounds like a brain fart,
I dont drizzle I rain hard,
an strike with bolts of electricity so that you sustain charge,
Im an ace in this case, your not even a face card,
This is a race im winning im grining, cause your just a pace car,
I exceed and over come obsticals, embrace far,
you get served fast like a rat race with no taste, disgraced bar,
I replace are, to was before,
like the last note heard on a musical score,
he was an mc but ive shot down better in snore
with half a wink, I think hes soft as pussy is pink, Ive fingered this type before
lately ive bin writing raw dont care who steps up to my dicing saw,
ill pop your eyes one handed, like the hooks an on a ladies bra,
I bury you so deep youll get to meet hades' pa,

my moneys on the dow, n that bitch keep droppin
so now the cops should be watchin for a robin
um fly n i just drop in, gun to ya face at the office
ima biz-niss man, i fine print it if you got problems
fax it right over, i stick it in the claws of tha eagle
he 'ill lift ya off of ya heels, leave ya in the desert
.........................................next to that beetles
by ur new face call u gringo, i speak that lingo
i get all my bills, n i kill a ma fucka if he wants veto
for verde i could careless what your POS dot is
we could play gun tag... the only time im not it
my net worth outta earth, but my attitude gets copped quick
i swear nina is a whore man... shes gets cocked quick

the suns burnin in thru to the ozone layer . word to the beasts,spitfull is the new come slayer
the rest of you toys- i garuntee use think u are the word player.
but ur girl , damn. i personally just ex-rayedher
even took the chick who played in the movie tomb raider.
now use run back to go aquire your whole crew.
dropdead bitches youse are lookin n endin up as poo.
stinky damn you. bluffin to be fly , from ur head to ur shoe.
broken sissy guys . but no worry there see my words are lyk glue ,
shine in the site an make it turn from 91 to 9 million and 2 .
ive risin the viewers , god damn whats next to go do.
im endin this now , with no regret but a flow pitched higher then you.

Higher than who? Thats just the Vicodin Dude..
Yes, some can look the part, but they just Fly as a Goose
The Sky is the Proof, I mean Check the size of my Boot
Highlanders to Bi-standers scramble when the Giant is Loose..
Some of ya are like a Bad Movie,yer lines just Cant Move Me
But Despite the Sad Scripts I bring to life the Bat-Toosie
The type with Mad Groupies while this guy just Lacks Booty
And tonight the Dance Truley is so Lonely in the Twighlight....
You know me as a White Guy thats been eroded due to Time Lines-
And Side Lined a Mind until opened in some Tye Dye..
I Write Rhymes based on the Light that Night Hides
So I Side Wind through life until my final Sky Dive..
When it comes to High Fives, I been Surfing with the Serpent
I don't worship with the Hermits that see the Earth as a deteraunt..
The Beast is just a certain hurdle Featured in the Premiss
An I'm Leaping over perfect circles, Scheming for the Exit...
..I mean..Fuck Beef..I made it out the Slaughter House
When it comes to spit I'm healthy as a Veegan with a Harvest Plow.
The crusifiction of your ego... thats what Blotters Bout
The description of an evil, to be the Common Mouth..
My emotion is..... unknown to kids..Because
They can flow with what I told but dont truly Know the Kid
Its Coldest When, I let Go of this..Because
When I truly split a flow I feel just like Moses Did..
My hope is this, to keep my Army on the March
Ya see, the Markies will applaude, but Charge me in a Loss..
Like,"Your Hardly half a Boss, and Im Sorry bout yer Par
But I have to stay ahead of the game like after Partys at the Bar"..
So, Laughter calms me in the Heart by Maniacle Methods.
Forcing my mechanical movements into a Cypher in Seconds..
The style that trends this cant be typed or invented
Because your lifes an Invention of the worlds Lies and Repentance..

No-one came after? that's pretty gay for a lame rapper
Aim at ta', head - watch it splatter brains on ta' main chapter
... No dissing, I gotta go where ta' flow isn't....
Yeah you know, but you probably don't if you won't listen
I throw a hook on the finish line n then go fishing
with ta', last of the losers.. send Canucks packing back to Vancouver
The 20, 10... not a medalist, but I bet if this
Deficit, keeps going... I won't be here for the rest of it
It was our year, Nostradamus wrote in the testament
an excellent desire to aspire close to the Exit if
we're going to become anything more than what we have sought out.
Who the hell's to say that the very best wasn't brought out?
Thought out, someone give me an I, I can dot out
Not out, side - what you thinking? winter is hot out?
Yeah... it's fucking freezing here, ain't no carols or Season Cheer
Shit Got me sneezing and wheezing - homie, I need some air!
Couldn't breathe, it's like minus 15 degrees n' near
minus 20 in wind factor, ...watch how all of my limbs act up.
Can't take it - A winter jacket & winter hat...
I get in that, Honda Civic in less than a minute - flat.
denim black, shit I should've went wit' a fitted cap
N left my cell phone too, MAN - it's always close where I'm sitting at!
Oh well I still look fly and I'm fresh
But I'm dying ta' rest, wake up sun rise & get dressed
Drop the children off @ ta' elementary school to play
N guess what? it's cool today as it's ever been too a T
so beautifully, projected off all ta schools that I usually see...
It's like, Hype Williams was fucking shooting a music scene



Out...

shelter shelter , thats what they be running for .//
speak that flow , steal his hoe , drown this game, its the thing i do adore//
words can breathe in the water ,fuck its the unique flow i am on . //
tramped on , thats the passion the toys speak about . //
flip em out , throw em out , thats the way i do my stuff.//
no need to check my facebook , i am forming the generation of new Rap //
freewritin on this stuff i can let my chain off. //
throw out a couple of rough stuff, i no how to get the cage unlocked.//
the mean bars are stuck in others minds ,but to far 4 em gather.//
they at the front My! mind , fuck what i say its way fatter.//
better batter, whos guna freestyle this next ,proberly diss me but i'll come back with a killa text.//

its not halarious its just a comical feast
bouncing bullets off your dome the gats a beast
the bitch is here how about a lil gangbang action
shes more interacial than andrew jackson
my flows the meanest right? wrong
the writtens on point when im blazed of the bong
hanging with kingkong the cars on blast
screaming go hard drilling deep with the shaft

im discarding my pistols
chargin at spitfull with dynamite by the fistfull
firin missiles. a rhyme elder, time bender
nd im better that why this is my shelter
i type it quick and if ur not likin it
you can try my dick if my size'll fit
i annihalate competitors
im a silent, waitin predator
i spit violent, hatin metaphors
you get sidekicked through a metal door
chokeslam send you flyin through a set of floors
so you'll always be a few levels beaneth me
and if you yell or just speak B,
ima drop down and put my elbow where ya teeth be
thats why you'll never defeat me

I'm done fuckin' beatin around this god awful bush,
I don't want your apologies just slip me that purple kush.
Your plees for forgiveness no longer phase me,
you're actin' like a bitch, when did you get so crazy?
Quit callin' my phone I swear I changed my number like 8 times,
but....I could get inside that pussy at the drop of a dime.
Hahh..slut, you shouldn't be so easy, it just makes you sleazy.
Doesn't being such a whore, make you kinda queasy?
Damn it makes me sick to my stomach, never been this ill
never thought that sleeping with you could be my license to kill.
I guess I gotta death wish, cause who wants to give up a good fuck?

Pro:
"when i die, fuck it i wanna go to hell"
ill murder all you bitches got me trapped under your spells-
trick me, lick your lips...bend down and touch your sneakers-
show ass an' lie to me; i'll fuck any bitch whos breathin'...nasty
you can catch me if you lookin for a fight-
or in ya mommas room i been here like all night-
i dont care if she was fat and ugly, or whatever-
ima fuck ya grandma...whiles shes knittin me a sweater,
put the cups in the cupboard, put the plates on the shelf,
cus i like to melt my chocolate inside your mommas mouth,
if you think this shits wack you just lying to yourself-
and they say the truth hurts- ima dawg so i tell........

BH:
you know i run shit in a coup, pitchin-
hear the coos, pidgeons-
the news isn't what you heard at the soup, kitchens,
produce a witness- you gon hear about a sleuth missin-
pull a deuce deuce on ya crew while ya dudes pissin,
ya flows hot cus the blood still warm enough-
thats when you flow hot- homie im just warmin up,
you want more....what? sets'll be blowin up,
-waiting for you right here, niggas aint showin up.

Don:
where it at i need action, or satisfaction-
im bout to crash again, i need a few pills to wake my ass again,
why the fuck you askin if, the answers in the rap i spit
bitches lick your lips and rub your tittes while you shake your hips-
damn i wanna choke you bitch,
call your fuckin man-im bout to hit you with a fryin pan and rape you over coke n piff,
fuck im too twisted drugs got me loosin it, but i did decide to do em-
but im not the one whos doin them...
i cant decide if i wanna fight now you fuck...
im just a monkey in the middle and im too stoned and stuck,

Pro:
"when i die, fuck it i wanna go to hell"
ill murder all you bitches got me trapped under your spells-
trick me, lick your lips...bend down and touch your sneakers-
show ass an' lie to me; i'll fuck any bitch whos breathin'...nasty
you can catch me if you lookin for a fight-
or in ya mommas room i been here like all night-
i dont care if she was fat and ugly, or whatever-
ima fuck ya grandma...whiles shes knittin me a sweater,
put the cups in the cupboard, put the plates on the shelf,
cus i like to melt my chocolate inside your mommas mouth,
if you think this shits wack you just lying to yourself-
and they say the truth hurts- ima dawg so i tell........

BH:
you know i run shit in a coup, pitchin-
hear the coos, pidgeons-
the news isn't what you heard at the soup, kitchens,
produce a witness- you gon hear about a sleuth missin-
pull a deuce deuce on ya crew while ya dudes pissin,
ya flows hot cus the blood still warm enough-
thats when you flow hot- homie im just warmin up,
you want more....what? sets'll be blowin up,
-waiting for you right here, niggas aint showin up.

Don:
where it at i need action, or satisfaction-
im bout to crash again, i need a few pills to wake my ass again,
why the fuck you askin if, the answers in the rap i spit
bitches lick your lips and rub your tittes while you shake your hips-
damn i wanna choke you bitch,
call your fuckin man-im bout to hit you with a fryin pan and rape you over coke n piff,
fuck im too twisted drugs got me loosin it, but i did decide to do em-
but im not the one whos doin them...
i cant decide if i wanna fight now you fuck...
im just a monkey in the middle and im too stoned and stuck,

y'all talk BS I'm a liar eater
fire breather like a giant heater
inside ya speaker
I'm a myth n legend
holdin smith n wessons
as I'm scriptin lessons
schoolin kids in the grade
teach em tricks o the trade
you get hit with a blade
I'm a crusader tomb raider
you're in huge danger
u look like food stranger
n I don't stop eatin. fuck courses
I truck horses with such forces
it would fuck up chuck norris