The Shelter (Freestyle)

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

on ya shoulder gee, my vocals be freezin' foes to a very low degree/
so whos as cold as me when i draw back/
unflawed raw/ rap gauze wraps on my paws makin you all fall back/
if you have to explain a line/
then your obviously aint makin rhymes thats not quite the same as mines/
im somethin u cant run from im inside your cerebral/
cant be just defined as a ne-gro/ my mind is a deep hole/
verbally attack as fast as a flyin torpedeo/
my immortal techniques are crystal clear/
untill your mental windows smeared with resentful fears but still i sizzle ears/
when the dopeness of poetry/
im focused on globally showin kids to be a dome wiz instead of sellin dope for mo' bids/
me and my cre blow cigs in law enforments faces/
thats endorced by the nation to torture foreign races/
i know the lord is gracious/
so i wouldnt try to blame him now/ when thangs is wild/
caine sniff, viles paid with/ house payments/
loud statements i say arrouse hatred/
so let me bow...gracious

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i have visions/
visions of dead men that have risen/
i have strength/
strength in my pen's skillful emissions/
i have sight/
sight of a nation torn into bits n/

maybe this all makes me wonder more...

i have doubts/
doubts about my life entwine my route/
i am weak/
weak inside my knees i scream and shout/
i am blind/
blind because i dont know what im 'bout/
i am out/

i'm out of luck so now i lust to let my body hit the floor/
how do we win when life and death will always have an equal score./

Forget what you foreseen cuz your boy ain't diggin' that
if you flippin' packs, I'm the steam roller, tryna fix the cracks
slick with facts, society is slippin' into this damn rift, it's laughs
knowledge and stupidity is 2 seperate lands, I'm tryna bridge the gap
slippin' back into a mindstate I ain't seen from none of these dudes
bring flame to a minotaur, prometheus man, consider me combustable
if you ain't seein' it, then you waitin for people to fall in love with you
what life does to you, makes you feel like you can over come the view
sitting from a humble view, I could easily unveil how y'all wrong
you ain't goin nowhere, dudes think they outta this world...
but end up bein' Neil Armstrong...fuck it....I'm done lulz

who am i? the lonely warrior standin on a field full of corpses
do or die- come test my honor i'll slaughter all who retort this
bloody sword hits- force endorphins leave ya body now youre formless
formally know as the spirit of christmas past you appear to me-homeless
boneless, broken open hopin someone quotes the notes youve wrote in
but i rode in just to show them bout my holy omni potence
..
but really thats just gabbin
laughin at the world crackin
jacked is us..
pack it up...
lock it down or snatched's your stuff
or grow the balls to back it up retract a bluff
i act enough to see what's real
phony people gettin deals
money talks and lets you walk
i hope your all outlined in chalk
..goodnight

who am i? the lonely warrior standin on a field full of corpses
do or die- come test my honor i'll slaughter all who retort this
bloody sword hits- force endorphins leave ya body now youre formless
formally know as the spirit of christmas past you appear to me-homeless
boneless, broken open hopin someone quotes the notes youve wrote in
but i rode in just to show them bout my holy omni potence
..
but really thats just gabbin
laughin at the world crackin
jacked is us..
pack it up...
lock it down or snatched's your stuff
or grow the balls to back it up retract a bluff
i act enough to see what's real
phony people gettin deals
money talks and lets you walk
i hope your all outlined in chalk
..goodnight

how can you say goodnight, im wide awake/
with food for thought on a priceless plate/
see, i spend many nights awake/
nigga i shyne b.i.g. like diddy signed my fate/
you pretty hyped up-
plus these sucky MC's as ugly as 50tyson's face/
i got dreams to grace the stage/
with my spirit envolved spittin' lyrics as sharp as a razorblade/
makin sure i aint delayed but right on time, tick tock/
rhymes in hip-hop is mostly crime and big glocks/
doin' time gettin out jewelry shine in big rocks of diamonds, thick knots../
fill up both pockets/
flows wit no' knowledge- gross profits and dollars will load wallets/

These ho's are so novice... don't have a thought are clue
Hip Hop's is the product, few label offices profit to
...So I mock a dude who's rocking off of ta' top, n' do damage
with two hammers like XM - no radio circuit..
Crazy, I murk wit' the essence of a personal presence - divided.
sentences blinded by the pencil my mental provides it..
My potential alignment's a visor rising inside of rain..
Pouring down... hurricane, victims riding on doors to town...
That's why I war wit' clowns in a form that's a more abound...
Their corpse detaches... yo, my form of practice is torture tactics!
Tired of watching an entire empire precaution
A service for generic attire - everything's "lyrics 4 hire".

I'm crushing it like hydrocodone when i grab the damn microphone
cheese connoisseur i love provolone here to get my name known
stackin' lots of pesos think ya girls faithful? she plays ya like fable
i hit it on the table then a pile of tomatoes scream like its painful
but i know shes thankful cause my cock puts yours to shame fool
i spit more amazing than a double rainbow i cause .45 rain storms
your style is paid for i made mine myself im sicka than brain worms
i stay on that green like an elf or a garden gnome call me chef son
i body clones im uncontrollable i smoked so much im not functional

everything hittin' fails whenever they spittin' tales
I hit the rail, which means I'm on my grind
I ain't gettin' sales but I'm still eatin' shit prevailed
while these fools is wastin' time gettin skinny....Christian Bale
see I flip detail and get it mixed in with signifigance, well
maybe not cuz dudes just waitin' for the right time
waitin for the right rhyme while y'all is sniffin' white lines
you high if you think my flow never stop
get yourself Rob Based if you wanna rock
:eek: I'm just bored so what's all this wanna talk
you wanna shot better of reciting Lose Yourself
it's just me homey I don't need the crew to help
I'm hot fire EEK stop it son....

diminish the competition i finish with sick precision
got vision like crystal prisms my dough flip like calisthenics
i wrote this in outer limits elfi is the illest spitting
im a beast i rip on rhythms kill ya ass until the finish
killin yous not my decision feel like im possessed by spirits
demons hold my soul in prison evil lurks but i don't fear it
elfis what ya girls been missing ever since she left my presence
texts me every fucking second she wants another pearl necklace
when im on the mic im wreckless and i wreck shit with the best spits

Haha, I'll light a spliff and inhale like the shit we force with acid gas
Pass it fast, You can't handle the heat cause of this massive mass
My rhymes the fall on top of you, crushin enemigos sprits
Make the mute their own songs so they won't even have to hear it
With lyrics I'll enhance anybodys inner feelings,
Cause I could rap about anythin and still be mass appealin

Till Gobal domination Till i Swap n change There feelins
I bring mass appealing rythems and mix tactical healing lyrics
Im Sick of choppin up.. In need of magical weed n scissors
Ima Automatic Mechanical Hannible.. The Transformers even missing
I Gunjacks like tekken, Till there no more cops on my trail
Till back to the pad High & faded, blazin to a pace of a snail

Boy, tell mommy I'm back, to rap,
well, did she miss me?
I know the world did, you gotta understand this:
The world's full of the wack, the forgotten misfits,
I'm the leader of this pack, people who stand different.
Son, you gotta keep your head in the air and never get pulled down,
the negativity's all around, you have to stomp it on the ground,
grind it and mash it up,
put it in a can and drop kick it out.