The Shelter (Freestyle)

im runnin fast from the cops looking for shelter,
im shaken up and shaky like helter skelter
i shoulda never robbed the bank,
stupid robber i shoulda filled the fuckin tank
runnin down the block with a money sack
im easy to spot, only one with gun on his back
only 5 more blacks to go and im free to go
i shoulda never shot the hoe,
she shoulda just opened the till,
but the gun went off and the blood started to spill
and i started feelin ill, got the money and ran
the tank was empty , FUCK the gettaway van
the cops will open me quick, just like a tin can
idont know if within the last block if lost the cop
this shits more dangerous than peddlin crack rocks
but i hear another gun shot, and i look down, blood clot,
the blood slowy spills i feel numb like i was takin purple pills
i keep running as fast as i can farther in the ground,
i hear the last gunshot and its the finaly sound,
lying on the ground i look across the blue skies
the chase is finally over just close my eyes,

im workin on my structure have you seen improvement?
any bitch thats tried to steps left covered with bruises
so many fine bitches they got me picking and choosing
if she show me that twat then ill be quick to abuse it
im sicker than you kid way too nice when i write music
and more hot and dope than a crack pipe after a hit
ill make you my bitch you just cant spit i got the illest
verses how the fuck i aint rich yet get you wet when
i spray the verbal tech im a vet i stay around animals
yo bitch gave me a purple heart when i grabbed her
fat camel toe i stay so fucking high its always like i
just smoked an ounce of dro tell me what you know
about that im bout stacks if you hatin bounce back

I'd like to welcome ya'll to 2010...
My hustle's stronger now then ever, feel the power ascend..
Like light houses, it's a towering trend..
Both ways in my vision, a parking brake.. can't face a collision..
Traffic light... solid green..I'm gonna' follow it all.. but seen
A lot who didn't make it before I made it to fall between.
Uh - n' I've been waiting for ya'll to scream
For the bigger picture before the curtain can draw the screen..
My life's a box of chocolates no Forrest Gump..
3 verses n' never letting a chorus bump...
I got a lot to say n' most people say a few...
But I'm a get everything out.. if it's OK wit' you.
Just life, never just right... so I adjust,
Like the adjust light on a camera n' just write..
..What I feel, n' a deal - life's not a game..
Which would explain why I'm standing here wit' a lot of change.

Not as strange as the other people I've seen rip this.
My gene's scripted, I'm mean - something that's seems vindictive..
Within this is ... episodic to my lifestyle.
See the imagery, every minute I've been a G..
n' didn't key, afraid of the consequence to follow..
Open doors, wit' closing windows n' bolted locks.
Like molten rocks tumbling down...under the ground..
Stumbling now, trying to fumble a crumbling style...
Never mumbling, aisle way piled wit' miles of acids...
Class 1 death if ever to touch the skin...
Trust it, friend... that's a metaphor for my leadership.
..hot on the surface, n' twice as bad when I'm keying shit..
It's meaningless I'm the pianist wit' a cordless mic.
a force of life... n' nature, procreates verbs
n' sentences when the pencil is on ta' paper... so heed warning.
Fucking G, you ain't NEVER wanna see me storm in.
I'll free Norman... bates from the gates of hell...
place a shell, to ya face.. watch as the plates expel..
Bone fracture.. refer to it as it's own rapture.
Jump off from the turnbuckle n' dome smash ya.
Oh, that's uh ... wrestling special finisher.
From this height of talent ya starting to feel miniature
n' hell.. I don't blame ya... that's a symptom of ya weak ego.
Fuck the bullshit... I'm 7/10 in this..deep Regal.

Ok..Not In 'Mulisha' but I : MELT MICS DAILY :, Dont Let Me Get Close Ya : MILF MIGHT LAY ME : Then Im Gone Outta Her : LIFE : Cuz I : DRIFT LIKE HAILEY : (Comet) Stone Cold Fucked The : SPLIFF LIGHT SLAYED ME :, Sick Nigga : JESUS CHRIST Aint BREAKIN' : Punch Ya Pregnant Wife In The Stomach Ya : FETUS LIFE Im TAKIN' :..Sir Malice : CLAP AT THESE FAGS : 'Red-Dot' In The Center Like The : JAPNANESSE FLAG : Gwaped Up : STACKIN' CHEESE CASH :..We Got Strength Of the : M.BISON ELITE FIGHTER : Spit Shit You Hate To Hear And Bring Out The : M.TYSON TEETH bITERS :..Satelite Imagery; Find Ya On : MAP QUEST and GOOGLE MAP : Epitome : PACK TECHS And RUGERS CLAP : We Shootin' Till Ya : ROOF COLLAPSE :..Malice The Dream Snatcher So : FUCK : Ya : ASPERATIONS : Ima Choke Yall Dudes Till Ya Head : BUST :.....Like : MASTURBATION :.. : BACK For THE MOMENT :, Sir Malice Never Knocked Off Cuz i : LACK THE OPPONENTS : Flow-Caine Nigga Watch How I : ATTRACT The COMPONENTS :..I Defeated All The : M.BISON ELITE FIGHTERS : I Spit Some Shit You Dont Wanna Hear And This Dude Pulls Out The : M. TYSON TEETH BITERS : Epitome We The Law 'Round Here 'Witness' The : INDICTMENT Of FREE WRITERS : Stay above The 'Influence' Never : EXCITEMENT Over TREE FIRES : (weed)..Shoot Niggaz Down Daily Like Its My : BEST STREET HOBBY : I Been Runinn' Shit From 'The Sewer Line' To These : LETS BEEF LOBBIES :..My : CREW REALER THAN HIS:, My : JEWELS REALER THAN HIS : And You Know Ima Get My 'Spot' Back Like '101 Dalmations' And : CRUELLA DEVILLE :--PhanTom E

im a terriable man. i sell drugs in the city of trees, im gettin off my weight to make my profit go crazy! im hungry an i seem to be cravin money money money were my gravey!?
got the purple yummyumm sackd up al done no refons this dank get cha azz high to the space..yess it will . give it faith see the starz n the glob shake wen uh earthquak hits! a uh earthquak hits..the product i serve sure packs a hit! i love money see me around it

how many times have you known, spineless men
who talk shit behind their friends backs and lied to them?
people are so decietful- and for what? theres nothing much
to want so bad as to stab someone in the back...
white against black- right against wrong,
stack the odds in my favor- bet my life against God,
that shit will never change until the day of judgement-
cus punishments the only way to educate the public...

fuck you straight off the dome i keep it raw
n ya punches are runnin thin like a loathe of straw
ya boastin all talk so why should we take this rat seriously
cuz i keep it gutta the heat will smootha....
so dont stick ya nose where it dont belong cuz what killd this cat? curiosity
my girl got heels on she gettin feel'd on so i call her my blind mans guide

Thought it was clever, erotica? ... never.
No sensual tip... mental equip... like The Cell, play mind games.
n' my aim's like.... laser precision. - I shoot
Free throw - stay in position... be on the D- low.
E flat, perceive rap like a flute... play in line.
Mic in booth.. write ta' truth bout' my life n' I like the hoop..
So I swish the net wit' a jump shot... looking AND-1..
n' dunk, ock.... punk - do 24' like the jump clock.
That's where the buzzer rings.... my thought's like the score now.
rap lines like half times.. float's in the floor now.
That's corridor style... Corleone to the fullest, man..
a feat of greatness... when I ta' see the pavement.. n' break the ground.
Face it, clown.....you're complacent, to make a statement now.
360... I call you fagots a "race-around".
I chase em' down like a Greek mother - batter n' hand.
Do a a marathon before I spear em' with a battering ram.
so you can, gather ya fam ..put em' in the street with me...
See a fucking deep emcee kick the music cohesively.
Like a science experiment... every line's a pyramid...
See beware... triangular prism - look at ya 3 sphere.
My Sphinx has been known to link to the throne.
I'm 3rd Dynasty.. pencil scribbles marks on the wall - n' words blind emcees.
You nerds try n' ease ya way ta the crown.
I map co-ordinates to plague where ya found... fuck a scribbling threat...
I'd rather limit ya breath to insure a imminent death
...of ya foundation n' then place it in a biblical sense.

well i have more of a spiritual sense of moral thoughts/
i'ma mortal vault of knowlege with 1 key/
i'll play a prophet untill profit beomes me/
yeah most follow the crime image/
while i design rhyme lyrics in 5 minutes/
u talkin illuminati-i'm talkin a human body in high spirits/
my voice is romanticly pleasant/
but strike with a sword that resembles "cloud"s from final fantasy seven/
i just thought of that sweet line now/
so you should resign now u cant beat my style/
i throw the peace sign down then grab the piece like blaow/
i'm educated and highly medicated on lager/
get ya kid snatched and kidnapped then i giftwrap and bag em'/
click-clack the magnum i spit, "splat" i gat em/
snap on em like a croc in deep swamps/
keep cops at a distance- a sentence for me, not!/
release hot steam so when my c.d. drops/
i receive props and i run wit it like my new sneaks were reeboks/
got a calligraphy pen and a bottle of ink/
as a matter of fact...
http://www.datpiff.com/no_DJ_Vincent...a.m154690.html
just follow the link/

elfi smash through buildings like a gigantic boulder im holding composure so fucking hot i evaporate all of the earths moisture theres poise in my atmosphere the world is my oyster smoke blunts when i grab a beer your bitch loves me so i gave her a free poster then she sucked my dick made her gag like a choker smacked that bitch for biting when we hit a bump in the rover thats a 10 count 10-4 roger ya life is over beast when im intoxicated go ham when im sober we could not possibly be related so complex each one of my posts comes with an instructional brochure my toes plant firm give ya bitch face rug burn when i fuck her she say her old mans just a fucking chumpster she saves my condom sperm and throws yours in the dumpster and yells timber when shes cutting my lumber you couldnt be dumber its time to die your first in line no need to take a number

My mind is always tickin of shit i should be spittin
hello future iam here i aint never quittin
im takin you out 1 by 1,
just admit it you need to quit it even if i wrote it down you culdnt spit it
hittin hard like kimbo slice but at the same time this kid flows so nice
ya out matched here ya just dont suffice
so take my advice and run off with ya life

run off with ya life like i got a body on my pen/
throw my body in the pen i'm like rocky in the tenth/
phychologically a strengh to those down on they're luck/
walkin with they're head down in a rutt then they found em a buck/
thousands run amuk with no plans for the future/
nuttin to stand for a man whore'll suit ya/
better yet a scrub,boy/
playin like u gonna come clean like in the bath with tub toys/
mr. love joy.....i'm just babblin'!

I'm like iced Midas, like the blood of Africa's on my fingertips
Particularly when I spit, manifest script, never nondescript
Quite distinct when I think, and when I let my tongue flip
It becomes a new reality as soon as I part my lips
And I'm calculated, pragmatic, almost nihilistic
Because to be perfectly honest, you have to remain realistic
If you intend to retain your existence
You'll need to make everything much more simplistic
This is obvious in my work, you'd be stupid if you missed it
Because the cold symmetry
that my fingers inflicted
Is my inner tapesty manifestly decrypted

Reposted by mistake.