The Shelter (Freestyle)

im still conflicted,i feel restricted to this sickness
i need a witness to feed my listless soul some mischief
these bitches get under my skin and it itches
im switchin from manual to auto
im damagin a model and dismantlin the lotto
hopefully my odds improve
these blobs that move up and down the street
they soundin sweet but astounded me
i found that we,were in no way the same
so play the game the way you want
cause some day theyll erase your font
and burn the paper it was printed on
were all just nine numbers with a name attached
so when the sky thunders we can stay intact

my stanza's create extravaganza's
leaving your grandma's in the hand's palm
back to the future with the last bomb
plant thoughts in ya mind, then blast off
inception, that's god with his mask off
ready to tear your face off then pass off
to Jan Claude, or was it Jean take them pants off
and dance dawg...bitch, what have you
I'm too weeded to even consider a battle
cuz I knock down that tower of gibberish...Babel

this just aint a rap/
a picture of my open palms should replace the map/
cuz i got the world in my hands so face the facts/
feds be tapin' tapwires to cats hired to catch crack buyers/
too bad the rat gets trapped by these guys and backfires/
rhymes swimmin' in my brain/
my intellect can't be lifted with a crane/
art is always debated even hated but at the end of the day its just a picture in a frame/
so i aint braggin much/
cuz when ive had enough you catch a ken masters dragon punch/
gagged and cuffed stabbed, dragged and stomped then i eat ya ass for lunch/.punk!
i walk like i was designed to win/
its like you stepped in a lions den when u try to write a rhyme with a pen/
they keep me in a muzzle and clamped/
comeback-redouble my camp headed for war after i guzzle a "amp"/
just know that dont say much but when its time to/
eyes view the prize in my sights my drives grew/

this isn't a conversation it's contemplation
of taking a sovereign nation, then droppin' napalm
while I jot a statement across the rocks and take it
to higher levels, supply the devil with thoughts of 8 bombs
dropped over that bag...dad got a few stencils
a few broken pencils and a shredded instrumental
I went to work on that shit like constipated menstrals
sick with the sickest, dephicted sickness at it's limits
twisted ig'nance with six pens the diff-rence
I'm sick...then again this is just a fig-ment
of your imagination, you rotting away into your pig-ment
lissssssten....I'm sick annnnd...thats it maaaaan

wow..im shuttin down the dang buildin'/
im so dope im portrayin "da white/dwight " like i was rainn wilson/
brain filled with derangness-acclaimed brillant/
qwartez and me/
along with hip-hop is an order of 3/
but seein' how three's a crowd this is torture to me/
arms wide open like its a quarter to 3/
ready to embrace those in need,quick/
but ofcourse i apply the speed stick for a clean scent/
the color green become synomous to greed,hense../
citizens wish for millons of paper with green print/
its like im givin a fiend hits of the crackpipe/
whenever i returen back and smash mics/
u niggas past due for rent/
pull down my pants on my george costanza-i want my own bathroom to shit/

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The 'S' stands for sick bars i produce straight off the dome,
The H is next, and it represents, the honour i've always shown,
Two O's to emphasise - the circles i've gone in alone,
And a T to make 'em see, to notice me and my cold tone,
It ends with 'ah' but i'm not scared,
I enter battles but i come prepared,
and those who dared, to try and tear,
me from my crowd, i took 'em into my nightmare,
i turned it around, laughed right in their face,
'ha' you motherfuckers, you wastes of space,
how many times i gotta tell you I set the pace,
turn the fucking bass up and i'll shake the place.

i take my pace from the basics with the resonated bass/
i aint disgrace infact i paint the place red/
however forget the bull- every face read/
so i can harlem shake feds like K-fed/
im startin to believe that signs exist/
maybe its crys from the most high behind the mist/
rappin wit prolly just as much passion behind my fist/
when i lauch it at targets who like to try and diss/
i caN open my fly and piss on the industry/
thats exactly how i feel to see silly punks portray real MC's/
we all know the symptoms-it has to be a dance involved/
you holdin out your hands but my hands are balled/
maybe this mans evolved unto sumthin undiscovered yet/
cuz even when the sun as set i seem to still shine/ a dream in real time/
dont need a real dime just a chick can will clean and grill swine/

no need for another ILL line for a future deal signed/
although my soul doesnt come with the full package/
never try to pull static-you a sheep in wolfs fabric/
ima sheep in a terrible mood/
try to fit 1 pair of my shoes and face unbearable dues/
this is my life- the air is so cool- its a cold world/
passin by guys smokin lye blowin out smoke swirls/
guys drinkin there death quick/
poison thru coke, pills or on some meth shit/
but i try not to let hope die/
theres no way i wont try cuz one day i know im gone fly/
me and everyone else struggin' still/
callin the utility company hustlin deals/
askin "whats the minimum i gotta pay this month for my bill"?/
if u ever had to gather pennys and take it coinstar/
u know what it feels like to be runnin but aint goin far/
this is life and u cant hear me but u can feel me/
inside im still free but my pride aint subside but builds,G/

i lit a match and create explosions/
never display emotions in the face of great commotions/
forget the fakes and boastin' i roast and bake/
you got quotes to take with my pen i wrote ya fate/
this is my cypher now/
typin down with the type of sounds that flow like plumbing pipes in grounds/
this will be a legendary saturday night/
ive mastered great mic techniques of diaster, take flight!/
ive excepted i cant return to the past and make right/
so my future will be all the better/
scrawlin the scarlet letter produced and market better/
my flow is like a creek so deep i'll make dawson wetter/
this is just a quick reply/
chicks be tryna imprint me but i wont let the hickies fly/
i wont be ya man,no way/
im the 1 bold enough to have told her stuff her own man wont say/

patterns of my minds design intertwine in rhyme
combine with crime and unwind through your spine
verbal projections of devious inflections the result
uncureable infections brought by cerebral injection
controlling thoughts mold your mental so tedious
the cypher be the mix I'm just the ingredients

.. I'm the salt and the sauce, on some days i'm like the pepper,
put some spice up in your life and work to make it better,
i've seen the future, it's so bleak, my wife leaves and i let her,
wrote a letter to get her back but we never end up together,
see i aint found her yet in life, but i've seen just what she looks like,
imagine it every day cause i can tell it'll all be so right,
it's my turn on the mic, i'm spittin clouds like candy floss,
fuck my dreams again and i'll fire you like the boss'.

..and i dont wear a cross or any object of jewelry/
you dudes are fools to me usin loot so uselessly/
shoppin sprees and glorifyin the tags brand/
back in the 90's we used to wear hoodies and sagged pants/
now they flashy with platinum ice on/
actually pathetic and trashy fashion icons/
whats better than a clean T and a pair of sweat pants-
with black chucks/
my whole pack struts and stack bucks/
taking a shot at a goal without a stick and black pucks/
im goin thru a change with my style and all/
but still my sound is raw you should submit to defeat while you bow and fall/

welcome to the shelter of rhymes, i welter my lines
melt em' and climb, helter skelter tellin whats on my mind
Freestyling, typing, sniping, in here wildin'
Havent wrote in a while then came here stylin
Im fatal in the books, rating me on looks
Crazy rhyme scheme, erasing all these crooks
Do this shit in dreams, easy as it seems
Im living in royalty, nobody can spoil me when i steam

fuckin with the hannible could be a felony
poisnens fluid rhymes an write into a melody
an my technoligy is form of a term of crimnology
psycopathic manner couldnt solve like psycology
call me mr boogey man haunt u in ur dreams
rip ur vocals out before u can even scream
take a tank of gas an pour some gasoline light match
burn to ashes with a help from karosine
fuck ur crew an whole damn team
ever go against me ull only be left with ur spleen