The Shelter (Freestyle)

Everybodys fake like da mothafucking matrix
the realest ive encountered had to be this waitress
told me the latest, on how to stay great tips
she was worried bout her nutrition, and how to stay fit
but obsessed with recipes on a brand new cake mix
cause you a waitress, dont mean you have to stay stressed
fake bitch lying bout shoes up at payless
fake rappers lying bout they dough and how they stay fresh
fake men cant get pussy, so they rapists
targeting bitches online on craigs list
in real life you are all on my fags list

woke up.. got crunk & so soon, gettin drunk before noon,
get so high that by night I could bite a chunk off the moon,
in my own dungeon of doom, commit home brain surgery tests,
each shot i ingest,start scarrin my flesh.. holes burnt in my chest,
Masochistic indeed, tattoos are a warning im living in mourning,
dont care if i live until morning, hang above my bed by hooks & 4 rings,
they tear skin but i feel weightless,after yielding to the law in compliance
never again will i be that broken man whose lost his child to street violence

sO I Grab the keyboard, and let me tell you
real shit up there, i can really smell you
seneca i got some haze,most likely propel you
you said you want the booms, so i swear i cant fail u
if it was legal, you know id have to mail you
but for that to be done, id make a new email
i love dropping cyphers up with the females
on the ocean shore watch how he sails
sometimes i put my ear to a seashell
cuz life to breezy, in that much- he fails
what an mc providing such detail
cops tryna take me down, ill give them all three shells
never got an a plus, i never let my semi spray// plus
i always got hollows if theres ever a rainy day
just tryna lay in the sun getting crazy brains
wake up, drink alcohol and play crazy 8s

till the puzzle piece fits, I'll muzzle these pricks
and when i get the money fuck i'll double these hits,
so camera action, plan ya reaction,
thought you were pro? no-not a damn fraction,
amateur, you bin skippin classes haven't cha,
only got the job cos ya slept with the manager,
face the facts, you can't trace the tracks,
i'm gone forever and i ain't facin back,
you're a mouse-i'm an elephant,
the stage is my element,
any fuckin part time job is irelevant.

A letter to the country,
throw away or burn your money.
It's not worth the lives of others,
the blood of sisters and brothers.
To fall into that eternal slumber,
greeting the lord by collecting a number.

to carry the weight of others,
will leave your back broke & encumbered,
surrounded by gun fire booming sparked thunder,
drowning out the sounds as you start to go under,
calling for a medic ushers a chance to recover,
but all thats returned is he closes the shutters,
darkness & blight, shock overcomes another,
20 shots signifies the end,with American flag casket covers

takin a stab at another music chart/
students start to listen my wisdom influence hearts/
plus my unit is rippin crews apart sippin booze thats dark/
preferable E&j/
no more else i need to say cuz i dont smoke weed o.k.?/
i just need a drink and guzzle/
thinkin puzzled when i'm smearin the ink i need a muzzle/
the way i spew/
let's recite i bless the mic and make you say ACHOO/
take some sudefed/
while i take this steel reserve to the head/
so whats the harm/
in fillin a syringe wit arsenic and jabbin it in my fuckin arm?/

From looking at my reflection in a black a white photograph on the shelf
I remember making the mistake of believing in myself
I'm a living quitters anthem.
Brain storm of brainstorms - literally, figuratively.
Still frame smile - perhaps, maybe.
But lately it's just the maybe, my reflection stares blankly
from the same photo on the shelf that I hold on to claiming,

"This was who I used to be when I was me -
just as much as I was us."

But that's not good enough.
Will it ever be?

Growin' up in this fuckin' city, gave me a shitty attitude,
The daily routine, attributes to these gritty habbits too.
As I sit on this bus, creepin' through these broken city streets,
Boss just gave me the boot, still stuck in this disbelief.
I still gotta make ends meet, very few options left for me now,
With nothing to lose it's time to play this like a final Jeopardy round.

we goin harder than every, r they prepared for me now
they aint scared of the man, now they are scared of the child
altho you live in the city just beware of the wild
although you hear the beat, just beware of the sound
they would never see fresh appear at the crown
id make the judge bitch, quick dissapear out her gown
you know what we about, spilling beer on the ground

merely for sound put your ear to the ground/
the earth yells/
you see the literal fruits of its labor of birth fell/
i got a couple of issues wit MC's but i wont put on a organized show/
i let the story die slow it aint important, why go/
force this guy to throw back a whole pack of colt 45's slow/
get a pen and torturize fo' to five phony guys that know that i'm pycho/
oh u know i might blow like holdin dynamite sticks closed inside of my fist
i overdose the mic flow/

Say my name so they know me like mike jones
show up to the spot in a mothafing cyclone
cops come here im like get the out of my home,
this is my peaceful sanctuary when ever im home,
they tryna track chops on the iphone
so i reply to the message with a typo
i said come pick up this chronic when the nights gone
cops finna strike on us like a python
so i fight back like early days ty-son
all of this just so i can keep the lights on
so now this one person i got sights on
hopefully they hear me whenever the mics gone
karma hits you 10 times when you see your lifes gone

bitch, i'll hit ya with the dick, these kids don't know what they're dealin' with,
when i start my flow you mutherfuckers are feelin' it,
better watch your watch, cause i'll be stealin it,
i'll get the rollex, i never tote less, than stainless with the steel in it,
man, lucifer's real this shit is as "hardcore" as my dick gets, wanna feel it?
i'm stealin your guns, your girls, your fucking inflatable fuck dolls,
fuck yall, "bitch, get on my dick" is lucifer's love call

As I puff on this Dahnk weed.. Thinking about this rigid life..
And I'm trying to figure out, whether out not I'm livin' right..
Feelin' like if I was given the right, tools or the means I could..
Reach the ones who'd rather not, go to school or even read a book..
Forced to elevate myself beyond, but, I feel the burning friction of..
Becoming what I never thought I'd be, look how my turn has ended up..

your weed is dank,liar.. mine has more kill factor then tigers,
mine lights itself without a lighter, comes from plains in Niger,
does your weed set itself on fire? im blitzed & blazed,
clench my fist in rage,been dealin since i was a kid of age,
thats 13 where im from, pickin sticks when i was young,
from a safe net i was flung, but thats the color my blood runs,
when you got buds.. bag it out, passin out,I grab the couch,
but at life I'm laughin loud since its nothing to brag about.