The Shelter (Freestyle)

THiS ONE FOR COMPTON..


iM TiRED OF COMMENTS, TiRED OF RESPONSES,
TiRED OF BABY TALK, CUZ ALL UR WORD iS NONSENSE..
U GOT TECHS? GOT BUTTAFLY KNiVES, [PETS]
iM NOT STRESSED, i GET iNVOLVED..
THEN STRETCH YA NECK LiKE AN OSTRiCH, POP HiT?
iMA POP SHOTS, AND WATCH SHiT, GET CLOGGED SiCK,
ON SOME PAC SHiT, i HiT EM UP, THEY DROP QUiCK..

When I plat plat, Nigga set set
When I plat plat, Nigga set set
When he plat plat, throw up yo set

PLAT SET.....PLAT SET.....PLAT SET WOW

The conclusion your assuming is that your dooming my fates acts-
Illusions proving in fact - when i remove the spine clean from your back-
Preditory in this story , fierce beast to choose to tangle with -
I Dont come for you , I Maime torture n slain your wife n stangle your kids-

Play with this asshole , then i know you done HATE TUSH-
Got The plat Set, were serveing a - PLATe-a-Puss-
Rush me if you wanna, conflict with a genius-
Salivate when i ate Eistiens bones - NOw im sick and the meanist-

Play with razor blades just to see how they slice-
Good luck intemidating a guy that Decapitation is what he likes-
Thrill the crowd when im allowed , usuallly sent me off son-
Cause someone took the 12 gauge shotgun blew his head off then-

as life with memory consumes wat u use, call it music
call it abused...
but never ever call it back singin blues,
like perhaps it's o.k. to hide that news away...
just so u can sleep them extra hours today...
now...
where's the pain that i was promised?
i'll mark u dishonest n then hang up the phone...
good luck gettin into fights wit the dial tone.
i'm bout to get my Dial soap,
n wash off your affections...
redistribute your stipulations -
- your accusations -
just so i can find a lil stimulation ...
and there's your flip side.

on the mic it's Majesty but to you it's mister
explode ya cabbage like a muthafuckin fever blister
I hit cha quicker
Then Ali, and with the left I'll stick ya
I'm slicker with a fuckin blade
They call me Jack the Ripper
I'm bound ta get cha
Ask the feds they know I'm fuckin sicker
Then Jeffery Dahmer and Ted Bundy mixed with malt liquer
Try to deny the expectations of sick mind
Interogations is like the blind leadin the blind
You'll never find
No evidence
Just bloodstains and dead presidents
When ATF raid my residence
But it's evident
From the Red Mist and blood splatter
That I ate ya heart, intestines and gall bladder
Make ya'll scatter
From the wicked rhymes cause I'm twisted
Xanax 4 times a day
Today I missed it
Maybe I'm gifted
Maybe I ain't
But still leave blood drip down the wall like wet paint

My Tech ain't, loaded - but give me a sec fucker..
and that's your morality rate, battle me - fatality traits
shatter the saint's of Armageddon with a cross bow'
Remove an eternity off the life of walking the lost roads' -
Celph Taut - the orchid of nature torturing' fakers
corpse with a source' of innate power coursing my veins..
Intercourse with a brain' - Fucked up mentally
sentinel sentry, eventually death's receding the psychic image..
I write within it's, limitations & boundaries
Clown MC's with the King Arthur Mentality - so he handed the crown ta' me
And I ruled the planet, the new mechanic with the tool's I've planted
deep in the dirt .. I'm under ground; .. I sleep in the earth
and wake up - unique' on the first... attack & fight wit' you..
I'm hyper too'. Mic in-tune with my hype when I strike the moon
out of orbit; and forfeit the whole sync of the planet's
And walk the line of it's horizon before I sink into balance -
Now that's a predicament... flipping it out from beneath the stars.
You need an astronaut to reach these bars..
But fuck the space rap' ... I'm the ace black' - indication of death.
Your air becomes a convict and "escapes" from ya breath
without warning... my brain storm's a rain storm...
shape-shifting through any lyrical tirade I change form

My Tech ain't, loaded - but give me a sec fucker..
and that's your morality rate, battle me - fatality traits
shatter the saint's of Armageddon with a cross bow'
Remove an eternity off the life of walking the lost roads' -
Celph Taut - the orchid of nature torturing' fakers
corpse with a source' of innate power coursing my veins..
Intercourse with a brain' - Fucked up mentally
sentinel sentry, eventually death's receding the psychic image..
I write within it's, limitations & boundaries
Clown MC's with the King Arthur Mentality - so he handed the crown ta' me
And I ruled the planet, the new mechanic with the tool's I've planted
deep in the dirt .. I'm under ground; .. I sleep in the earth
and wake up - unique' on the first... attack & fight wit' you..
I'm hyper too'. Mic in-tune with my hype when I strike the moon
out of orbit; and forfeit the whole sync of the planet's
And walk the line of it's horizon before I sink into balance -
Now that's a predicament... flipping it out from beneath the stars.
You need an astronaut to reach these bars..
But fuck the space rap' ... I'm the ace black' - indication of death.
Your air becomes a convict and "escapes" from ya breath
without warning... my brain storm's a rain storm...
shape-shifting through any lyrical tirade I change form

CELPH JOiN MAH TEAM.
OR AT LEAST WORK ON A PiECE WiT ME.
iFREAKiN LOVE MULTi'S..

CAN'T FREEPOST SO..

iM iN THE CiTY OF CRiMiNAL HEAT
WHERE iTS PiVOTAL FOR US 2 B LiViN iT KEEN,
SO ME AND MY KiLLAZ ALWAYS iTCHEN TA SEE,
WHiCH OBSTACLES GON B BiTCHiN AT ME,
YO, LiGHT A BLUNT, THEN LiSTEN TA ME,
ANY ENEMiES DiSS N.E. iMA SEND EM 2 SLEEP,
PUT AN END TO THE BEEF,
i SPEAK DECEiViNG VERBS
RELEASiNG WORDS OF SUBLiMiNAL SPEECH..


HiT ME BACK CELPH
MAiL OR SUMTHN!!

NO EViDENCE AT THE SCENE..
NO EViDENCE AT THE HEARiN,
NO EViDENCE TEEEEAAAAMM
NO EViDENCE HAS EM FEARiN

Peep the menace.. I'm killin' cats when I bust raps
Like they afraid of orgasms, cause can't nobody bust back
Fuck that, add a orifice, say hi to ya new cavity
U put new meaning to cave in ya chest, when I demonstrate gravity

^^Demonstrate the Gravity? I'll just Blaze the Apple Tree..
..PRAISE DEATH! Im quick to Graise Flesh like Greys Anatomy
....Actually... Im the type to take off your lid with the Can of Beans,
You cant Handle Me... I'll make the "SunDance while Kids getting Butched like Cassidy"

Back when I was workin beliefs, said fuck grades when I yearned for a beat
Hit the curb burnin herbals with verbals for ensural I was learnin the streets
Uh, yea, yo....my shit ain't synthetic it's that hybrid opus
My just notice my eyes when my iris's bloated from fire I'm smokin
Don't die when I'm poachin, just lie on the hide with the roaches
Pokin, a dude with a ka-bar or a spyderco, roll the dices yo
cuz you won't think your decapitated until ur dying so
that's why never try me even though I swing my scythe so slow
slicin foes tryin ho's colliding in throes writing my prose
on a vitamin's pose with eyes on the throne just mine when it blow's
lines of the blow, mind of the G.O.A.T., time of the notes
rhymes of the pope, science in quotes, my nines are
blinding when firing when snitches lying to foes to make my
silences known to try at my home so I entice to fight in the road
yea, yea, check it
I'm know for beef, roam the streets with chrome for heat
thas why my throne is seat, or seated rather
ether gathers when my speech'll shatter as it reaches
the brink of what you can read from adders
See, I'm madder than the hatter was or will ever be
Don't never bring a serpent into my gatherings
or I splatter beings with my mathematics applied
asthmatics'll hide, or clash damnit then die
I hath the vantage to ride, or the vantage to hide
recline in the hills, in sight of my bills
legs aligned on the side of a lounge chair, aligned with the hills
I don't nuke men, I just declue then refuse to uproot friends
don't ruse when I can't take a dude whose muses whims
Clues r thin but my mood is thinner, don't make truces bitter
just juke then move the pitcher, I'm sicker than him, sicker than me
Picturing he, when he comes with shivs for sticking 2 me
heh, that'll never do, I'm clever dude, bring bamboo bongs
to smoke & break into pieces then use those to sever thru u
Wether I lose or wether I win, I have to say you know V
do what you want when you want but don't forget dukes OG

Fuck that rap^

Yo, my last flows blow so I need to burn it
Thieves r learnin from evil perches or a preachers sermon
I don't cleave when murkin, I rather shoot for a headshot
Red dots keep beds hot when u cant sleep cuz the lead pops
over ur head pa until ur dead dropped onto ur lead cot
I got ill friends, heavy cargo
We will end these trade embargos with levvy's marked so
With better business plans, no snitchin and
When the drought comes helpin enemies with residual grams
We got to spread the wealth, before a hand is felt
that's empty then he got that hand dumpin until a barrel melts
Prepare for hell if your comin to attack us
Got better luck with a hand out to stop a mack truck
I don't back up, got knucks for days
Touch my pay I'll buck n spray
Cuttin veins, dont get into this horrible sickness
The artists r wicked, carin not bout margins n writtens
Just if it's hard enough to spark when it's lit &
my physical nature, continues to ensue biblical hatred
pitiful papers, entombed to improve literal placement

Its my time to rhyme in ways thats lighting to Ignight on Time Delays
I'll Drive By, lobbing Live Grenades destroying the Lines in your Pride Parade
Its a Nice Crusade to Fry Brigades on an Action Adventurer Scoop
But Shit, Im Born to Write!! And I Sport my Stripes like Captian Americas Suit
Smash surendering troops under Tank Tracks in a Dead Body Apocalypse
Dropping corpses in the rolling cars like Train Tracks from Auschwits
Stay Back Im Out of It! im shoutin it in abandoned alleys
I'll hope just to go out in a spectacular light show like Ive had my Grand Finally
If Dose on the Flow, the potential is sick but I doze on my Dope
But dont be Sketchin me bitch, I'm Protecting my Shit like Soap on a Rope
you notice the apprroach of verbal Genocide when Blot Pounds the mic
Cause when im dropping tight me and Nuclear Holocost really Sound Alike
When Im spliffin the haze it gots me flippin the page
while my scripts will Amaze til my Crypt has been Paved
But ina traditional way I bring the Spit to ya Space
And when ya get a glimps of my face see the Description of Pain

Unshieth the Blade..The Meat Displayed
I'll Feed on Brains between your Cheek and Mane
You'll Scream in Rage when I lock you in the Iron Mask..
......Filled with spider viens and Fiber Glass...
Cut you like a Tiger Slash.. Im Dracula
Grapple the Mechanical Battle Amored Tarantula
Blastin' Ya.. like a Robotic Slaughter Bot
Conquer Blocks..Wit a heart blacker than Lava Rocks
Blotter Dots,
mixed with drumming on Copper Pots gots me hittin Raw notes on my Organ Pipe
Cobra Strikes. from a viperless pit
its like I put on metal Kleets and hit you with a Bicycle Kick..
..When It comes to Rockin mics you know im Nice wit da Shit
..Im like a Sniper with a Rifle and my Rifle tip Hits..
Man...Nobody can stop me from Kill'in the Mic
Thats like using Umbrellas to block and Artillery Strike,

ive been hog tied, beat and raided,
im comin back to take the crown from the underground champ,
your raps compared to mine are fuckin wack,
mine stacked like ak's racked and loaded,
get the crack bitch smacked out of your mouth,
by dking, the guy whos rockin the south,
ive got this insane mental image that im hard from pain,
that im hard from the game,
fuckin insane and no mutha fucka can beat on here,
doesnt matter if your black white, straight or queer,
beat your ass wit one hand while my other ones holding my beer.

bored

Peep the down south trailor rap^^ Dont tell me your Abusing Your Whore?
Heh, Chillin Southern Comfort? Nah, Your use to sleeping on Aluminum Floors
Yo...I'm Protruding through doors with my Spits Off the Wall
While you Enforce Lame ass Horse Play like Quick Draw McGraw
Look kid
Im constantly above you while your getting son'ed like an Island
And I'll always look down on you like Im some Sort of Giant
I didnt Come for Compliance, And this isnt a Grand Theft Auto Scheme
Your lots of things, But beef with you is as real as Jack in the Box Taco Meat



....Come on the shelter is dead. Somone bring somthing.

bring sumthin I used to sling muffins
from sun up till sundown or until my bling rusted
I think "fuck it", my life before my eyes on a page
eyes on a gauge with the slide on a gauge
ready to chamber a round to prime n then spray
I get bored alot, on boards alot, barely knew I was here
Want torch alot, need scores alot, brandy or henny or beer
The tat ink is fast seen as another type of gang relation
But I don't bang in hatred, guns blaze for every1's nation
The one called the states I ball for papes, seems everyone do
Kill you with the butter knife in the parlor, left barely a clue

Walking In Difference With A Hard Head, His Soul Has Rough Edges
It Seeps Out Cuz He Won't Speak Out, So He Leaves A Blood Message
Nobody Can Read It, So No One Knew How Could This Man Make It
No Human Knows The Power Of The Spirit, Only God Can Translate It
And When He Does, The Physical Just Transvert Back To Grass
& Its Ashame You Treated Him That Way And Never Looked At His Past
So Now The Sin & The Demons Eat Your Heart & Bother Your Mind
I'd Rather Make Love To Mother Nature Than To Part From Father Time
Can't Allow Myself Being Burying In The Sand From The Hourglass
Cuz As The Hours Past, Its Only A Matter Of Time The Coward Grasps

keystyle im sure you will tell

label me a criminal mom, fuck this love shit give me a pill so i pop//
drop down to the floor, paramedics will try to save me
but this hate i have for you
so if i die now, let the devil take
razorblades to my heart, oh its easier on the wrist
you shoulda been a mom and not some stupid son of a bitch
this fatality you set, the moment you gave me birth
take me in the back and beat me until i didn't hurt
now give me another reason to scream it
these pieces of shit will bleed as long as i breathe a heathen
.....

heart broken and hopeless my soul will remain
the ashes of the fruitful disobedient son you have raised
dont try and tempt me, the bullet just needs a trigger
the mother i never had, is gonna make me sink in the sand quicker
i tried to be the best, but not even a number one contender
angels keep me blessed, but devil bargains better
sueded with leather, packed me with the case
im leaving on the plane, and im not leaving a single trace
9 19 let the oxycotin take its place,
in second the worlds erased, and the mirrors just shows my face

The first thing I learned about rapping old school
Is that when you rhyme you gotta use the right tools
Never forget that the lyrics gotta be true
Never forget that you're not in the booth
You can't claim you deal when you ain't got no proof
And you can't say a bullet shot you right through
Unless it really happened, and I mean to YOU
Not s**t you saw on TV that made you feel cool
So lyrically I think that it's a no brainer
That when you flow you're useless like a broke coat hanger
I don't blame her, talking about your mom
She didn't know what you would become
A useless rapper with a constant monotone
No reason for me to even continue on
But I can't stop just like a morning yawn
A tired flow bright as a morning dawn
So let it dawn on you that I won't be bested
Yall showed what you had so I guess I was tested
But I came through like a good investment
And I'm a testament to truth you motherfuckers best respect this

There is something about this song that ive seen before
Someone was here that told the future i cant ignore
A tree in the park or a meal on the counter
A female gazing my way with a smile like a shower
A power or symbol that i need to remember
The sun shinning brightly in middle December
Or late January or was it an eclipse
Oh well, parental advisory seems meaningless

My raps are disgusting like toxic waste
Girls got their eyes on my card like an optic ace
But they don't get jack, I'm the king of the cheddar
Once you hear my song, you'll sing it forever
I'm freakin' unbreakable like Bruce Willis
And my swagga's for the girls, forget if dudes feel this

im tired of bitches crying, dropping from battle circuits//
i guess you got the king of pussies, yall deserve it//
my flow out the cage, a little goofy, but im off the chain//
waste my lyrics, are you serious, im trying to rap//
fuck the "i dont feel like battling, but you came hard on that track"//
fuck these pussies and hoes, look at these pussies like camel toe//
let my semi blow tat tat tat, try and come back//
my keystyles gonna kill me a faggot tonight
guess got my eyes straight on the queer guys//

Queer guys mentioned like you wanted a mutual detention
That's a lesson in messing that I don't want impressioned
Cause my head's already full with juice like olive oil dressing
It's a blessing that the youth could be gifted with my presence
Constantly stressing truth with my lyrical message
Or should I say spiritual message gift wrapped like a present?
I bet you couldn't connect if you were a born-again adolescent
It takes patience for progression you punk fakes best respect it

...and as it all fades to black, I think back,
how I made my ship sink and go under before it was under attack,
I wonder whether I'm really 'whack', productive or idle,
I'm just me being me, I have a name but I don't need a title,
my idol is Charles Manson because he escaped the human mind,
mine's inescapable, I've found everything there is to find,
I wonder often times if what I'm doing's considered well,
I relate myself to him, but he's sitting in a cell,
he's satisfied with that but he's got used to it, material rid,
we're all so pampered with the useless shit, loosely raising kids,
I almost wish I did some crazy shit when I was young,
get myself a place up in the prison, then I'd be speaking tongues,
my phone rang I let it go, and regretted it as it rung,
don't know why I never answer, every song's the one I haven't sung
it's probably God on the line, patiently waiting endlessly
for Jason to face his destiny and messily end the ecstasy
of misery and depression, find essence in recession,
life's down several points below the dollar, under this is a lesson
recess is only 10 minutes long when you're a child,
but in the cesspool of human existence it lasts a while,
mild and wild at the same time, defile sense in a pickle,
robbed at the store for my pocket full of nickels...

Sittin staring at this page. feelin lost in a daze. damn i shoulda stopped. smoked to much of that haze. now im fuckin trippin. and my words keep fucking slippin. im bout to hold up a store. and the ruger ima be grippin. i look the devil in his eyes and smile back like a gee. said show me what you got. death means nothin me. and he game eternal life. what do i got to live for. like i said im high off of haze. holdin up a damn store. i feel like shit. i should probably lay down. visions of a ocean. feeling like ima drown. ima go eat sumthing. and prolly fall asleep. buggin cause with every bite. i feel like i lost my teeth. im in another world. where colors all seem grey. and its dark outside with a full moon. coulda sworn it was the middle of the day. blinking wipin my eyes. tryin to loose this disguise. of a crazy man wanted. for killin lincoln in the high rise. now im gettin paranoid. thinkin everybody a spy. comin juss for me. sittin here askin why. looking at my paper. wanting to write sum serious shit. ended up online. spittin sumthin thats kinda sick.

kinda sick^?

my lines r piff, I seperate thighs on chicks
then blow white until the dimes are stiff
I come from a bad place with good teachers
Where a mac sprays if a hoods meaner
Don't want to get caught up in the tragedies they start in bare fights
Gotta keep a vest on, mind sealed up, n my heart airtight
Airflights, well, their coming pretty soon cuz I'm comin home to the states
Finally get back to ridin on chrome when I skate
When ice that glows like a saint, liquor and a meal cooked at home on my plate
Will I get the stressed released?...dunno, but the sets help, I'm damn tired kid
But I still spit forever on here, I got bars for days, like a vampires crib
Get it?...cuz his ass would burn up otherwise, ina flash of dust
I'm glad I got a full notepad to blow past n cash to strut
Pretty soon be plastered as fuck, meet my maker or another damn face
Be in the hallway drinkin Jager until I can't stand straight
You might be sick, but it's just a past tense for you
and if the stores outta Henny then an Absynthe'll do
Ya'll like bee's, I'd rather not poke when fervored
and I rip kids away from their fam like a social worker...

^And Close they circle?
I say fuck your Dogs, I'll be up on your Porch like a Postal Worker
Known Berzerker. I'm the type to Hang Ten Over Board like a Coastal Surfer
Ease up my nerves when I Free Up some Verbs and Smoke some Purple
I'm always getting by.. Im so High I never even come Close to these Hurdles
..Stay Crooked wit da Law as a Hoodlum wit Da Flaws
I'm not Dmx, though I'm a Writer for Life, but Still looking for a Job
I love the Cypher'in but I'm stuck on the drugs this time my friends
And I just popped my last Vicodin...
So I'm guessing it will be a few days before I Rhyme Again

Well, color me a liar, I'll keep Comin to the Cypher
Cause If my heats in reduction its leaves Somthing to Desire
Mother Hubbard looking skyward to the desturction of my Chior
I'll send some beef through the Fire, From the Oven to the Frier

'Spit-HOT' i 'Burn-Songs'.. If a battle Turns-Wrong' Expect-Defeat//
Sharp Words, Slice-Quick, Cut u from ya Neck-2-Feet!..//
Disrespect Emcees, Turn Ego'z and Alias into Lunch-Meat//
u Chumps-Beef.. and get Sent Up Creek wit Broken-Nose's//This nigga before me Sucks..('Hope-he-knowz-It')//
Close Open Lips Quick.. When ya Tung-Disperse//
Bring eqiupped flows.. Cuz if u Blow ill make ya Lungz-Comburst//
yall Dumb-oV-Course!!..Ur Alice, change tha Wonder Land when u Die.. im tha Reason u Become-a-Corpse//

I make a new mistake every second I'm awake,
I deserve to die slow, why though? my mother's sake,
can't go another day going the other way, take
one look at me and you'll see just another fake,
don't hold your breath waiting for me to change, you'll suffocate,
i can hold my breath for days, blow the candles on my cake
out and wish for suffering and contemplate in a dirty lake.
and when it starts making sense is when your head starts to ache.

My tongue is volatile, teeth beatin at speeds make it combustible...
Commit more crimes than Colnel Mustard in Clue, just untouchable...
Lungs emit toxic toxins, straight spittin and rippin with atrocious fumes
My brain remains a flame drainin the soul outta you till theres a ghost in the room
Coast to coast, most know this as true, my competitors spit like most colons'll-do
after a heavy dose of potent fiber n me and my crew just rollin' on you...
The point, i'm not really sure, i let the philly burn while i hunt with guns...
But if one things for sure, i'mma neva gon' really turn away cuz this blunt don' run..

^ but the cunt's mo fun, dont brandish near my vantage G
or my family will dismantle you n handle the beef
I got a head for cyphers, sets of fire
to walk in hand with over dead mcguivers
my cess is fire when in my home state
the home waits until my bones straight and
I can roam back to the clones that grow great
know I am gonna be on that gully shit forever and a day
for my cheddar I will spray, berettas or a flame
nah fuck that weak shit, I'll show you how it is done
with 100 pound rounds in a howitzers gun
Bored as hell, torchin scales for mere amusement
the fear is music, to my ears, I lose it
so tired of not havin a mic to smash with a line or two
cant wait to get home to grab some everclear and clear my mind with brew

^My time is due, i'll mix the coronas with a lime-or-two
You do whatever i Say.... and i say Simon-who?
I'm confused, done lost my ability to think straight...
Guess i think gay, but that aint what the pink say so don't hate..
I'm waitin for this hangover, sure to fuck me up it's fact
hair of the dog? I'm pairin it off with a beer n some jack
One shot two shots, now i'm ready ta party-yall
Gonna get this shit poppin, like it's fuckin mardi-gras
pass me the stash, blunt ash will fill the tray fast
When i'm out pull out cash and rehash my way back to havin a blast!

Hmmm....
Whats this notion... Could it be bogus?...
Finally got the urge to keep my minds eye focused...
Distinct similarities between the then and the now...
Raise certain questions like the when and the how...
Like Zen and the tao, theres a reason for all...
Waitin' for fate by the phone with faith that he'll call...
*Sigh* Not one for the static of the mellow dramatic...
But life is a bitch and she keeps lettin' me have it...
Lady luck... We had a convo but couldn't relate...
Father time left me behind now im spittin' this late...
But whatever,
I'll find It... Earn that... And get Her... If im lucky...
Stupid fresh cuz im fly and my teachers wanted to flunk me...
The things that i knew, are the things that are "Was"...
Now i look to the future, and i stare, just because...
... Secretly i believe that if i give it a proper gaze...
That this young man before you might see some better days...
Haha...
You see,
I fell into the trap...
This Switched from sick shit to an emotional rap...
But Im not troubled, stressed, distressed or depressed...
Im Just speaking on some issues that i'd like to address...
I'll end this with a stereotype type number...
Love Ass, Got Skillz, Gatz Blast like thunder...

I feel so alone chocking on there cologne
when will our lives not be drowned by the country we own(live in)
i can describe the feeling inside the day i die i want my message to strive
i speak to the masses too drink revolutionary bathes and
i wish it would stick we can overcome this past sin

Overcome this past sin?^ ...I say as if, this Social Scums a Has been
Latley I cant even Cope with Flows or Ad-libs without some Dope to Coat my Raps In :(
But yo....
Its hard to soar with the Eagals when I'm Proven ta Flop
N I hope I'll never have ta pour out the Eagal If Im losin' tha Cops
Its Incredible, I feel like I'm losing my Top
And thats a Pure subject like before Peruvians Choped
Yet, I'm cruising the plots Socrates is Spittin it Clearly
So if Blot is on his Shit he's Dropping Hits like Timothy Leary
An If I keep down this road it's the Sinners that Cheer Me
Cause I wont negotiate my terms without a Citizen Near Me!

negotiaten terms without a citizen near me is a false prophecy
manogomy, with two clutched berattas loaded and unlocked im clockin B,
hostages waven they hands like it stoppin me maggits and worms is whut theyll use to bury me
I want tha money and tha jewels, everybody sit still no sudden moves,old lady in tha back yappin bout she neva seen a child so rude,I cock it back get point blank u aint neva walk a mile in my shoes WHO THA FRUCK IS YOU!!!
(we have tha building surrounded therez no way out)I heard ova tha load horn women startin to shout
a seanse of hope I suppose, I let shots in tha air to kill tha cloud
u have all tha money now just let us go says tha clerk
I laugh and smile whit a grin, but ladies and gentlemen tha movie is just about to unfold

im lookin in this mirror to get a better look
but the clearer vision i see's gotten me shook
theres no book on how to look attractive
theres just name callin,drugs and a mattress
plastic surgery to beautify the ugly actress
but for the poor unfortunate were stuck
the only looks ive ever gotten are of disgust
tired of dirty highs and pity fucks and no luck
heres a dick to suck for you pretty mannequins
collagen got your lips stuck,use your hands again
the stains im standin in have colored my shadows
fake people waitin for face lifts in the gallows
your so shallow so now approach the guillotine
you can change your face but not full fill your dreams
so keep makin your teeth straight and tits bigger
while girls with no plastic always get my dick bigger
and your false attempts have left it low and flacid
after surgery your face distorts like most on acid
what would make you wanna change your appearance
skinny people brave the wind and fat ones need clearance.

after plastic surgery and the worries its seems fine
youve hurried to get a flurry of stitches and lines
people lookin like they were illustrated and drawn
too many idiots got me filled with hatred and gone
just a pawn on a chess board with no other pieces
spoiled brats get this and that taught to be leeches
no preachers or priests could pray to fix the pieces
our prayers have fell on deaf ears and its no surprise
but our fuck ups have been seen by anxious eyes
i despise what our society has become,a loaded gun
given to a baby with a strong hand and hopin for fun.

look..its time da go,beat me weather fast or im ryhmin slow.
you'll have a better chance goin 2 california findin snow.
i lie 2 hoe's,tell em we goin out 2 dinner n take em 2 domino's.
i ate alot of mc's in my life..shit even jeffrey domer know's.