The Shelter (Freestyle)

i'm finnicky fickle and a little synical at times
when I see open slops laced with pitiful rhymes
forget the sublime.... it's open out forgery
let me murder these attempts, get the orderly
dropping cussing tones, busting celebrated failures
i'm the seething demon who'll elibriatedly impail ya
then make chicken and mad cow punani origami
out you scriptures, topping off like pastrami and salami
even with a slice of the pie you'll leave in pieces
spits irrelevant like drug dealers and Jesus pieces
watch as the 1-4 learn ya like Jesus thesis
with "holy shit" coming out ya mouth like Jesus feces
i spit hell, make frames frail like a peek at the ark of the covenant
so many follow my words, i should start up a government
snappin' crooks in the necks while they look up in wonderment
as they life flash with the lightning and wonder where the thunder went

this a free off the stop and you couldnt tell me stop
hell no i get that chedda and im smokin off the crop
rewind the track and i'll cap ya pops
you dont wanna it with me cant ya see
dawg i just free like fixin ya knee is canada
but i'll let the tech blam at ya i cant stand ya cuz
get a pencial and just jam in ya
you cant compete with me in the worst way
leave you in a hurst day without listen to ya verse eh
and ill fuck ya bitch in ya birthplace
but then again that might not even be enough
cuz that doesnt even hurt gays

is canada should be in canada LOL

infinite ministries of mystic scripted caligraphy
concentrated like the buzz of frequency entropy
leavin leagues of enemies impaled by mental energy
with trails of entrails leading to E's embassy
my verbal density's sure to be end of your peasantry
fuck the pleasantries, we infect tracks with leprosy
desprately seeking a long-lasting state of ecsasty
and secondly make a legacy, names remain endlessly

spandex and leg warmers; a source of friction
rub it on, jim... till it eradicates the diction
and we could whisper sweet dreams and endlessly sleep
like a peasant, a fancy boy with no blanket or bed sheet
like a pigeon fucking a grasshopper with its beak
a kafka talking raven, i'm sure to lose some sleep
demon bards, return with no fish and no nancy
misandric beauties swim airborne, bye-peace-regards

thats more of poetry/ sprt of morbidly thought out/
you couldnt get a fourth of me brought out/
so i wont sell my soul-hell is shown before me, you all doubt/
thee existence/ its right infront of your vision/
cuz see this summer was sizzlin'/
sometimes i wonder what if my number was called but the number was missin'/
sometimes i wonder am i strong enough for prison if i ever went/
never bent outta shape, its evident my mouth is gapin'
sounds escapin' like a trumpets end/
tell you to come/cum again like my girl tells me/
i'll be the host of the "fuck the world" LP/

I smoke trees, release to put my mind at ease
Speak as I please until I find peace and the tension frees
Fulfill my needs by making cheese, stacking swiss by chasing dreams
Until I'm free and the clean, surrounded by green leaves
Astounded by green loose leafs, no greed but I'm no priest
No bowing to the east, no ashy knees, but I have principalities

Ive learnt to keep my heart in my hand so no bitch can rob it from me
glue my eyes shut so no beauty can throb me
no movie no action clip but a tale of two hearts
the vine grew around and then broke us to parts
when we broke up i woke up then got my mind to try n settle
if only tha actions i missplaced could have been controlled ..peddle
would of sat back and observed every sudden attempt
now im kickin it by myself heartbrokes reached the highest percent.

M.o.B

Slip it past the entrance pocket the rest
make sure you have enough sense left
pull out your id's and let us reconnect
at the bar where they sellin' some of the best
whatever they have you can get...shorty
we talkin' shots darling no, not 6 40's
we ain't talkin' time we talkin' hit's surely
and if you don't like that we can get lit, shortly
after we hit the dancefloor for a moment
get lost in the crowd have all the money and blow it
like it's too hot for you to grasp oh...oh...you know it
so let the party commence and affect our performance
before you know it we'll forget about it all in the mornin

forget about it all in the mornin'- the market is stormin'/
with this classic rap thus stacks of cash i haul wit a forklift/
knock on the door, quick of the offices,corporate/
bosses snore wit the ya awfully poor writ/
i call it garbage in torment of my ear drums/
i hear bum peers come till my ears numb/
smear cum over your manuscript/
i'll slam u pricks and beat u wit bamboo sticks like "damn u bitch"/

Ey, pass the intoxicants, save the compliments
Pile on the condiments, don't relay the comments
Keep it in like vomit, sweeten it with a lozenge
Expect it to be large and don't even think to barge in
Keep it partisan unless your a girl needin nuts to chin
A business luncheon, try me, I've got gumption, I'll buy
But you'll be providing something, some mutual lovin
But I'm a good guy, just come in for cummin
Tit for magnum bat attack just like that, heed the facts
Release your rack, embrace the splat, take out the cat
Drill her like the Alaskan outback, bareback, razorback, silverback
Alpha mack, get your mother under wraps, twice-a-smack
Slim to jacked, wine and jack, back room black lit shoes and hats
No in-between, skin gleaming like rain and acid dreaming

looks like I'm back and y'all got the trollin' in order
but this place looks dead, what am I patrollin' the border
looks like everyone made a run where hills have eyes
plus all these rappers seem the same, them skills have lies
so if I play sicker, the play like they got a immunity
and some of that shit really don't seem to new to me
I'm cruisin' beats, sort of like I'm on top with a higher look
plus I'm swingin' on these bitches, guess you can call me tiger woods
don't care how many 16's you pedo's can spit
I'm tryna see how far the shots from metal can get
so if it pushes your mind atleast 20 meters
it'll irritate you worst then those pesky preachers
but you won't live to see it all homey don't worry
my heats sickening on beats it's like some old curry
I don't care what MC's spit or who did a new mixtape
I'm just tryna be on time with diamonds and a 2 inch face
that way I could shine and always see the numbers clearer
I always drown kids like bad parents, just leave them under piers
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k I'm done

My mind works fast, like lightning in a storm,
Annoying to my enemies, like their sides thorn.
Loud like thunder, tvell from down-under.
Innocent, nah. Imma viking and a plunder.
Chedder, extra sharp, never miss a mark.
I'm so fucking hot I start fires without a spark.
Only and the one. Don't need a gun.
Ultimate weapon is my mouth and my tongue.
Shit, I've run out of lines.

i come in here take a look and see tha same thing Qwarterz do
i could applaud a few but id rather spit my life and drive my accord to school
imma get a cross tattoo right where my heart at
i just gotta find a place where they do nice art at
beef i wouldnt suggest you start that
cause i'll target ur head and i never miss my mark rat
should i proceed..."go on don speak"
these white boys on tha net sayin nigga like they part black
see a real nigga n tha street than dart back
to they house lock tha doors and check the peep hole
log n and talk about they say nigga n front of black people
im like yeah right they the queer type im tha glares light
and see into them and see they just scared white
boys who hide behind a screen name
i also seen shame cause its nothing these feens gain


yeah im done

We aint here to hate, were here to gain our concepts
Try standtall After i break ya frame, Slayed from ya soft legs
deserted, Heard my shit n fell on the front step
In the land of oz so orko when i bomb pests
From aus yes Contest im Chillin wit gods Hense
Ur unkle is bob.. And bitch we wrestle wit crocks nests
Reptilian crossbread
Cast a flashbang Nade to ya face then a cross text
Oh and Ya girl looks like mos def
And I dont have nice bling or pack 9milli gats
I Jus wait for kids who think they got Spin
............................ n hit em wit cricket bats
Sick wit rap drop tropical philosophys
Ill Battle You during Miday snack..till u bother me
Till you think you got me
Then i take that chip of ya shoulder gee

im not

no h8

to those who dont know cricket lol its like baseball but you gotta spin the ball and hit the wicket/target or jus be rlly fast