The Shelter (Freestyle)

Came down from planet mars, planted cars in ya garage that were stolen,
get found out by cops patrolling,
My raps are golden, like Amanda Holden, with a bandana posin,
Contortin and Foldin, in ways you can’t imagine,
bend the neck an out around the abdomen,
I grabbed a pen, and wrote shit sicker than sickin on shit,
hit upon hit, spit it on here, rip it up clear,
A mother fucker who swears like a southern trucker, you’re just a sucker,
Gonna get beat up till you can’t come back down,
you’ll get eat up if you make a damn sound,
when I spit a verb or a noun, I’ll be swerving around,
and hit you when you’re hurt an ya bound, up an standin in rope,
abandon all hope, an hand me the soap,
fuck thin ice ya standin on smoke, get slammed to the choke,
try spittin tough shit with ya hand in ya throat,
is this your car? Screw it, if I can’t go around I’ll go right through it,
this is the new kid, rappin stoopid,
get used to it.

My feelings are subjecated..
The snake raised up while revealing the one who hated
I caught my anger stealing from frustration
Peeling off my paitence, maranating in cadence
Below freezing, standing in my own spit.. socks missin'
A step beyond frost bitten, tryin' to rearrange a lost image
I wasn't delivering so well.. so I dropped in it
A couple qaurters, & pulled a bucket up to wash down the orduerves
Paying attention to the posture and patterns of the water
My hunger pain's echo shatters a deaf ego
But yet breathes God into a dead steeple
I'll tell my passion to a few & leave the rest evil
Hopefully by that time I can get this bitch here to spread eagle

You aint running in this marathon, my jog is ethiopian
show you the gift of life without the fallopian
clean the game up like an mc custodian
drain down shots you should of let me or kobe win
smashing these records, slapping these hecklaz
aint no more of that laughing tree sector
aint no more livin happily after
cuz everybody dies thats the happiest chapter

happiest after the forever nap is enacted
retracted from this world and now we all sittin laughin
crackin jokes and funny anecdotes
absent the thoughts of hanging ropes
hopes are realized and nobody can breathe or choke
here we toke on death the only straps are in our sneaks
and my reaction to a beat couldnt be timed more perfectly
immersed in seas of herculaic capabilities instilled in me
willingly i use the skill for actions other than to kill MC's
you feeling me? cause here we fly in skies and cant be higher
and the only weed around us is these yellow dandelions

but you can trust, before i bust, a rap session
im a bust a fat sesh and,
roll up a blunt wit the best kush-in
then what comes next happens with out question
start spittin, till im jumpin and spinnin
like a djs vinyls
my lines climbin like vine walls
ready for any falls
ill get right back up
i aint never pack up, and gave up
so cant now with a chance to save hip hop
but no... not me as an individual
but any and all that show soul
and bring it truely lyrical
even if they only have a mere nickel
waitin for that miricle
but its only a mere ripple
in the wishin well
just wishin to live swell

where's the meaning at? I mean i'm simply reading raps
that lax my brain and i refrain from thinking back
they retract intelligence and tell the kids knowledge's irrelevant
force us to be celibates from thinking let me tell it quick:
not fucking with our wits therefore words we're not fucking with
that's it and thats all there is lets undo this become-abyss
it's shit the way our morals twirl falling to the depths
when anyone could step right up into the game and intercept
lets contriceive and bleed this fetus out that we have bred
lets pretend we use our brains and think of clever things to say
less people that get your punchlines the better that's your spray
everyday just getting wittier eliminate the wack
bring the bristle to the plaque and the game we'll just take it back

how can some1 crush one's life?fucking her wife
or taking back the right-to-life or slain him like Dr in half life
can't say thn u cant thnk if u cant thnk u cant react
reaction is not there thn ur life subtracts the one single day u lack
like WORDSWORTH said above"retract intelligence and tell the kids knowledge's irrelevant "
i ask u if we talk abt kids..nd intellingent thn to some extent knowledge is insigificant
kids mean life nd tht life is our future
WTF are we doin so they can nurture
now take a kid nd lets pretend we jst making him angry with this shit
nd ask him if there was any1 he could aim whom hez pissed with
cuz he never risked for shit nd wish to jst get it
if he jst want to go to olympics or jst want to fuck the bitch hez in love with
or jst wanted to rip some stadiums or want to repent for her mother whoz crazy as shit
now u r thinking of how can i jst fucked my topic of ruining life nd ending it with this crap
so a simple answer is tht for me this is whz freestyle in rap

wow part of Em's verse from airplanes pt2 huh ^^lol w/e

I know that i'm a lesser being than he who created me
but somehow I still feel that he couldnt relate to me
he gave me a brain, also the pain he arranged to see
the people he made for good got caught up in anger sprees
so angrily i try to live by living anger-free
but it seems that double negative just couldn't let it be
i have to set it free or spontaneously combust
amidst this lust of blood that we're urging to quench-enough
i've said too much and spilled my guts like a squirrel who stilled his rush
in front of truck driven by one of whom we discuss

wht if i used the lines frm airplane pt 2
but tht doesn;t mn i can't freestyle too
here i go
Taking a break from studying accounts,
So I pick up a pen, and start littering thoughts, like 'em twittering bots
Stuck in this NWO, bleeding revolution, politics ain't gonna get it 2 clot
I got the plot, kill every mother fucka thats of the capitalism sort
U think Illuminati is bullshit? why dump taxes when the only return paid is military dumpin clips
Too many topics to discuss, to clear out the fuss, created in the minds of this young world
That listen to weezy, jeezy, and faggots and sissies, no more pac n biggie...

Hey KRACK get back in my sack
Slang you down the block to a whore for a quick jack
I'm fuckkin your slut, bustin a nut, got her pregnat, cut the fetus out her gut
Gritty grime, shitty rhyme, more worse than the drugs of our time
you see my name i dont deal with the rock i aint no dealer slingin crack on the block
i'm the king of miami, better bet your ass, don't come fuckin around cause you ain't even in my class.

the only time i'm runnin is if i got a cold or somethin
cause my feet stand still like theyre concrete boulder stuck-in
maybe bluffin on the runnin but a couple steps i'm huffin
cause my cardio is wack guess you could call me ragamuffin
puffin on blunts........................... and all i do is rap for days
leavin cats dismayed and force to stray from tracks they made
ima walk the path i pave and create my own handholds
even if it means along the way leavin some dents in your manifold
i stand alone with style so much grace that will done left me (no homo lmao)
but my inner will will stay cause in my chest is where its nested

Hypocritical Literal Limericks full of Syllables Sickening Little Kids, Syphilis...
Kitchens Belittled Sin Cynical Women Listening to Political Belligerence...
Call her Hilary Clinton, she's Swimming in Biblical Physical Deliverance...
Delivering a Position of Pistol Control Schisms.... Based on Religion...
Take on the System... 3 Dimensional Prisms, Re-Christian-ed Prisons...
Never Winning When In Them is Victims of Socially Inherited Ignorance...
Building a Vision of Vigilance towards a Materialistic Mineral Business...
Wisdom is Forgetting Fiction for Fiscal Intelligence Schisms...

irrelevant issues like these celibate missiles
aint fuckin with em so let me sell em to this dude
pray to God that his miss you or with stupidity mis-use
and blow his own self straight to hell all his tissue
i will tell all that they miss to the public i represent
if they lyin then let us vent and make em serve the circumstance
revolt in an urgent stance and take arms upon all who damn
this beautiful country cause i'd be glad to drip blood for land
the land that we once stood upon and did the same oh way back when

i spit fire like a match attack verbally im crack
on tracks and then i mack get dem bitches in my lap
a genius on the mic my game plan earn stripes
like bengals i hang those who think they just as nice
its a six line minimum, shit i can do that
get loaded then i spray like a hundred one gats
hundred one thats my crew we some dogs iight
im on a whole nother level u cant see me bad sight
get some glasses like malone you'll see that im on the throne
the king of rap now just imagine when im grown
still a kid teenager but war hero like a major
ive seen my share of battles proved myself to the haters
its kinda funny when u spit and u as good as this
cuz nobody can compare and i find that humorous
slow down frank u killin em yep im gettin rid of em
wack rappers just pussies so the holes im fillin em
im iller painkillers make u die wit no ouchies
theres no way that im lousy finna show u what im bout b
ill fight to the death cuz im jus muthafuckin rowdy
throw u in the trunk n drive off cuz im audi

i'm on another route ,see/
cuz i'm all about green/
"zig-zag" around these trick fags like the paper around weed/
your sound is watered down i walk around warped alot/
i'm scorchin' hot on a horse that trots ane metamorphs into a transformer bot/
with the force of pac...umm nah thats said to death/
with the force of them niggas that shot pac in the head and left/ yup
switch ya bars up- we on a whole new plane/
whole new gang takin the throne too,reign-
with the pro tools whole crew blow blue flames/
i'm so hu-ssein/
cuz u never see me choke unless my head goes thru a rope noose on my throat to hang/