The Shelter (Freestyle)

stop the jabber
it don't matter if you can rap dope with rhymes backwards
every punchline is roached, fucking skatterd,
i light this shit you cant grasp laughter
this is the joke everybody laughs at. just a crack fatter
i mean a fat cracker that sits on his porch and pops stackers
waitin for a attack from his heart, he just has a bad bladder
this is , mixed with everything that you'd hope'd for in a rapper
a kings sward slashing at your back like you swore at him
you couldnt get to heaven even if a whore stabbed you

stop the jabber
it don't matter if you can rap dope with rhymes backwards
every punchline is roached, fucking skatterd,
i light this shit you cant grasp laughter
this is the joke everybody laughs at. just a crack fatter
i mean a fat cracker that sits on his porch and pops stackers
waitin for a attack from his heart, he just has a bad bladder
this is , mixed with everything that you'd hope'd for in a rapper
a kings sward slashing at your back like you swore at him
you couldnt get to heaven even if a whore stabbed you

there's a limit on my words, but never on my thoughts
i'm coming down to earth from space like an astronaught
until i get caught, i'm hanging.. holding onto the side
told NASA that i'm 18, trained, they believed every phrase - i lied,
but i aint ever cried, instead all i've done is tried,
to stay alive and so far, i'm just lucky i haven't died,
fuelled by just the anger, i aint got an anchor,
i aint got no need to turn around and sit and thank ya,
i told you that i'd make it, all you did was sit and laugh,
and now i've finished first place, you're the hare, you finished last.

finished last... totin a rachet like im headed to tennis class/
i want a venice pad with a balcony of the city/
but when i open my eyes...reality is contradictory/
no grit, no glory i became a sacificer/
put on a jason mask and attack with a pack of spiders/
slash ya tires ..im on my feminient shit/
forget the gimmicks and tricks no limit to this/
you niggas just aint cummin/comin' strong like a impotent dick/

contemplate all that's on ya plate
on the way to the top in a jogging state
lose your breath, whose the best?
useless stress that's just bruising vets
cool as heck, hell, well you can tell
20 20 12, let the game blow up, oh so swell
make the track feel like it's so implosive
you oh so novice, official album like Loso's focus
you just tryna get a hit, get it like intimate
and I'm so bored I'm not even going to finish this

no limit to this, but surely a limit to something?
i got fire in my head, lit like a fucking pumpkin,
i dont need you all too happy, i dont care if you dont get jumping,
the less haters though the better, so start spreading a lil more lovin,
you can slash my tires, smash my windows, tell the truth to all my widdows,
cause at the end of the day, as long as i got that same old pillow
i don't give much of a fuck, we all die in the end anyway,
and tryin to be immortal is like findin' a needle in the hay,
the aim's not to live forever, but to create something that does,
i'll tell you all about it in the next verse, it'll give a buzz.

Imagine a state of mind where they let hate combine
with love and while it stays inside, your feelings get ate alive
waiting by your side, waiting to fly, letting fate decide
hating life, because they never let you try to make it right
ancients lie their soul on the ground, get ahold of the sound
the flow that is bound, to be broken, left alone in the doubt
put the chrome to ya mouth, now just let it go before the count
let your mind get blown with a ounce, of regret, focus on the crown
........

focus right on the crown, aim straight for the king,
ace high of diamonds, yeah i win,
but i'm wearing thin, don't know what i put in,
don't know what i've got out of shit, i'm almost givin in,
but my minds still blown, there's noone i've known
that could sit and do fuck all like a garden gnome,
at home, at work, at school, no perks,
life's just a big mess of pain, reeling and hurt,
but what would life be, without a new challenge?
like having a new baby? or before that gettin married?
i've really gone off topic, sorry i couldn't stop it,
the beat in my ears for five hasn't stopped throbbing.

new kid,i kick a rhyme like a kung fu vid/
all in wit the bid,competition wiped off the grid/
ages beyond stages,wit my lyrical rages/
waitin to make moves as life continues turning pages/
i kno i got soul,cant say the same for my peers/
they hook on to anything the radio blast in they ears/
young man at eighteen,my path isnt visible/
sittin in isolated shelter,spittin rhymes mythical/
diggin for records,a music historian/
my beats put ya ears in submission like kenny florian/
the stylistics,the ojays, and carla thomas/
and i actually enjoy some of the music to be honest/
until i get out my personal jail,the world waits/
as i burn time,reliving generations through crates/

generating dope-ness by a kid full of hope
im the youngin yet people call me GOAT
as i be flippin my enemies inside out
their flesh be hanging, like dead trout
you busted ya ass to challenge me
but your shit just as old as Pharisees
haters can hate but i made it pass them
cause im gettin the hang of writtin a ten

and so it begins im back with a better style/
never smile inside im happy, forever proud/
my lines get ya/
nuttin like devine scriptures but what i write your mind pictures/
very percise ya eyes flicker/
ppl gawk and clown when i walk around with a "give up ya mic" sticker/
enter my mind- you might want to bring some some cough syrup/
cuz its too sick for you cotton soft herbs/
i floss words so much you'd think its was hangin off my neck, runt/
you can get ya neck cut just from sittin infront of the computer desk,chump/
so next time you better check ya text font/
flex up to impress sluts and suck my left nut/
and myabe the right/
maybe i should watch my mouth, i got a unborn baby and wife/

my portrayal is braille you just gotta feel it
gotta deal with the sick precision I be weildin'
still in hell, but I'm peelin' like foreskin in ya wife
get your inner eye twisted for thinkin' ur just as nice
justified everything I'm doing up in this ig'nant mind
but think otherwise simply cuz that's been the price
I sit up at night thinking of other ways to twist the words
while you twistin' birds smokin' your last mix of herbs
whatever it is my indictions worse, that'll get you served
and have your arms lost, just like having a missing purse
don't matter the games changing, I'm tryna get inner peace
while y'all play liabilities just like white in a thinner beach...

I'll breach ya systems, teach ya sister ta suck like a leach
An when I reap the bitches virginity best believe I go DEEP
If you think your lyrics are fire then you gotta admire
Some lyrical fuel to bring ashes to your atire
I grab liars teeth with pliars,crush their knees with tires
An wrap a rope around their neck an twist till their life expires
Violence is a attribute so easy to forget till
Violets are lain in tribute, believe me ya gonna get killed

(edit)

im in a thought provoked mood/
my world is dope- my night skys has a coke moon/
pure white, in the morning the sun is past hot/
must be cuz the pavement is the bottom of a crackpot/
cash crops is is cannibis plants/
and it has to be acid dreams that got be thinkin im stampin on ants/
but in reality im tryna remove the bloodstains/
flood caine into my nose like oxygen/
pop another dose of oxy cotten in/
needles be hanging off trees for the pickin'/
diease on the tip- im sorry i shot it in/