Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
ey, what the fuck is goin on man
cause i see dj and blot goin hard as they can
blot - is that a way to twist your name?
shit i don't give a fuck cause ya'll sound the same
yo, your guys rhymes are intertwined, gettin heated in the cypher
quick, bic, pass me a lighter so i can set this gay shit on fire
jumpin on the tip, dj get off his dick
your diss like a 12 year old girl wants a kiss
tryin to play it mean and act so hard
faggot, this ain't no primary schoolyard
yo i'm done, outspun, firefly in the background
and that sci fi shit more entertaining than this crowd
passin it off, let one of these amateurs take the mic
treat your girl like the amtrack cause i ride her all night
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
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Originally Posted by
Mr. DJ
This Aint Storytelling, Ya Career Aint BOOKING-TO-PAN-OUT, No Wonder U Always MISTOOKEN-FOR-DAMN-ROUTES, Cuz Regardless Of Where U Search, This The Shelter Homie, Stop LOOKING-FOR-HANDOUTS
This Aint 1-2 Punch Cypher, So Why U CRYING-IN-THE-THREAD? Ya Flow So Choppy, Even Ya Rhymes Is PRYING-THRU-THE-SHREDS, Fuckin Wit DJ - I Should Call U Oxymoron, Especially Since U DYING-TO-BE-DEAD
Lets Take This 2 The Front Lines..U Wont LAST-IN-THE-RING, Cuz When I BLAST-EVERYTHING, All U Can Do Is Duck & Cover From The Heat, Like The Animal For AFLAC-IN-THE-SPRING
Ima veteran see, And your yet to explain how your better than me
bitch..if ya took off yer leather hat, I might believe you had a weapon to bring
Ima canibal animal, fuck this stalker I feast on preditor beef
Then I'll dump you off in Argentina like some sort of senetors scheme
Ahead of your team, No I mean literally, I got a head of yer team
And He's a real good listener, but dont worry, he hasnt been saying a peep..heh
Yer rhymes aint raw, if you want to battle catch me where the cyphers are
But you aint half the "blot", I come with more venom than a vipers jaw
Now You asked for this devil, so why ya clutchin yer bible for?
When I squash ya in the range, im not talkin where the rhinos are
Grind this dork to his grave
They will find ya in the dirt next to a dinosaur
Then I'll stomp you even deeper til your seepin through to china dawg
My rhymes in short, Dosed up higher than micheals arm
Im nice with the Pharms..I come with more M three five sevens than a Vicodin Jar
And If I took this Cats life..Its the only time his Nine'll torque
I'll put 5 through his mind, and the other 4 will make ya Spine contort
I need tri pods to try on my new rifles dawg,what you trifle for?
Im even smashin this faggot on acid, what do you think the titles for
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
L0L Dude I'm ABOVE-YER-GLORY, I Dont Need 2 Prove It Cuz He DOES-IT-FOR-ME, & The Post Up Is An Example..Plz Stop Putting Out Yer COVER-STORIES
Nobody Reads 'em, Yer Life's A Waste, U Have SELDOM-FRIENDS, In Which Are Never HELPING-HIM, So If I Toss Him Outta The Shelter, He'll Have A Real Reason 2 Say The Streets WELCOMED-HIM
Dueces..
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Streets welcomed him^
But they brought hell for him, help from friends but
with plenty of favors wanted in return entailed thru them
entrails grew thin, impaled thru skin people lost their guts
bossed their cuts then cut them off, no offer to stop maulins
another part of the struts, in the structure that leaned when
Schemes went and sank the behemoth of a dream ship
the theme's thick, with bandits and buccaneers
say sumthin I don't wanna fuckin hear I'll cut your peers
or a buck a .45 n up to touch your fears, abrupt n sincere
The lungs flex, the blunt cess and cunt stress is long mistakin
for profits gain n time lost with no college on pavement
On the corner slingin, workers schemin, fervored dreams when
people getting murdered over words observed from feelins
flesh peelin back, peelin caps until you feel the back of the slug's depth
smug threats can't touch me cuz I'm past the horizon like the sunset
need blunts for stress, liquor for sleepin
cunts for sex, pictures for dreamin
thicker than thieves n desires gettin grandiose
I stand the toes on plans to dismantle any foes
my camp is ready to blam on a man for handy notes
and the votes are always corroborated,
the authors tainted n for robbers sakes when
they burgle a house he's lurkin about
to make sure they escape without the furtherest doubts....
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
I'll get back to a battle rap later....^^^ Fucking straight fire Vallus
Nice shit..
Life aint been the same in the past couple days
Im not ready for the change I been stuck in my ways
Always on the blaze n never tuckin my chains
But Thats all another day, I got somthing to say
The deceit in my life keeps me red eyed for a time
Its either brethin in the dime or im leanin to the nine
theres tricks on my mind like these jedi's been assigned
Are my eyes lying to the all reason deep inside?
Squeezin through the grind and im caught in the gears
I Cant even count the years I been lost within my kind
Thinking that the crimes could disolve all my tears
I Beleive that the highs blocked the problem from my rhymes!
Picturing my body split and riddled wit a shotty
The reason that I keep a clip with riddalin at the swap meet
I could quit the hobby shit but the spit is on ya copy?
Though, I cant find a nitch without the pills from a Poppy (No homo, the plant)
Late at night I pray the fright Will stay to guide my every plight
Cause I say its like this game is played, and no one stays thats friendly like
I maybe right, but hey its life Im not one to complain, Im ready, right?
I just wish I had somone besides lucy in the sky before Im shoved in the grave tonight
(On the upside)
Some can find another savior when they part the shades of light
But yo, I have only found God in my darkest days of life
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
I stay nameless while reaching the status of famous
Getting praises even from the ones that hate us
It aint a mystery how I'll go down in history
Pitying fools like mr t, while spittin fresh like a mouth full of listerine
If you think about talking shit to me, best grit ya teeth
Or have me end up at your door with a mask on like trick or treat
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
no DISS, done with THIS man I'M SO TOTALLY SPENT
desperation PERPETRATES HATE when it's TIME FOR PAYING RENT
SECURITY ENVELOPS me and SIMULTANEOUSLY instigates RAGE
got a LIFE, but with a KNIFE i feverishly SLASH THE PAGE
TRASH MY CAGE, i hear the TICK-TOCK of the CLOCK COUNTING DOWN
i've FALLEN i'm CRAWLING my hands will never STOP SCRABBLING NOW
i'm PLAYING a GAME cause each DAY IS THE SAME
inner MEMBRANE lead ASTRAY WITH MARY JANE
but i keep LOOKING and PUSHING and FORCING MY HOPE
each misstep pointing to the COARSE THREADED ROPE
so i WONDER WHY i WRITE i WONDER WHY i BREATHE
i suffer cause hip-hop is EVERYTHING TO ME
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
everything to me^
barely in a key, are my thoughts contained man
I can't pop off for fame and I kinda lost my gameplans
my main man's been gone for a minute, longer than intended
Startin to feel lost when alone like a boss lost in a scrimmage
I got off of the plymouth but I'm back in the water
with a pack n a father plastered askin for offers
the moon drops and my eyes adjust to the dim light
my grim mind is scared to reminisce n then what it would then find
my kin r fine?...I dunno at the moment
so I try to keep my mind preserved with work n a notion
never curbin or slowin, if I do my troubles will catch me
blunts and some hashish, outta reach, out past the grasping
range, no games, or jokes or puns were intended
I'm back in focus for a minute restarting from the begininning
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
people be trying to diss eachother well guess what i be fuccing ur mother n killing ur brother yeah im on the cover of crip magazine ur flows r dying u better give them some morphine i be seeing all of u fleeing yeah thats my vision y am i batting u u guys u aint even in my division i will take on u n ur whole crew nigga ive been repping blue since the age of 2 we all know that ur through. i heard that u were a winner well after read this u will be a quitter cuz i aint no ordinary sinner i eat ur flows 4 dinner if u mess with me it will be a one hitta quitta
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
I know you're prolly confused, I'm confusin myself/
Only time I'm convinced is when it's proven in hell/
Until then it's my purpose to make your nerves twitch/
Kick sick verses, laugh when you talk re-emergence/
Meanwhile while ya'll were here bein' distracted/
There's a demon hatchin', rose through the cement crackin'/
Worse than the worst G that's pack heat for blastin'/
That's what happens when words never equal actions/
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
No body takin me down Im basically blaow!
Im a combination of rockets like tracy n yao!
You can try to see me but u aint makin me out
Bass shakin till it shifts the fuckin plates in the ground
If you hatin the sound of that Im makin right now
Its cuz you musical senses stay way in the clouds
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Everything I hold sacred evaporates into the pavment
The accolaids of Satan co-agulate my enslavement
This aint John and Kate + 8 so how the fuck can I change it?
When I can trace my every foot print to the gate of the slave ship
Hot checks to bong rips this shits a viscous circle
Not to mention I was fired today cause the prick could sniff the purple
Im growing sick of this world and getting dizzy from the axis
(Does he mean the spin an curve or the evil that enhabits?)
Yo
Iron fisted and crazy cause ived loved to many lie and flip 180's
Its as if everyones got an alter motive like Zionist Israli's
Dose fucking Blotter, Im letting the fire enrage me
Til I bunch your head in a box like Mike Fuckin Brady
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Welcome to our perfect world, where purpose burrows
And the Serpent's curled so certain in the earths and boroughs
The holy thirst for pearls and holding close to yours
Welcome to our Perfect World...
Welcome to our perfect world, where purpose burrows
And the Serpent's curled so certain in the earths and boroughs
Welcome to our Perfect World...
Welcome to our Perfect World...
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Its not 8 mile but is off the top.
Never will i stop / till im standin on the top/
im sick i need a doc / like hova needed the rock /
this is something for the block /
you can hear it when it knock/
my pen to page/ hit harder than a gauge/
spitten in a rage / like im fighten in a cage/
lost like you followin a rat through a maze/
been rhymin since my younger days/
leave the booth a blaze/
if the rap games a knife im shaper than most baldes/
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
man sometimes it's just so hard to write
i can't hit those multis, my life filled with spite
because i sleep all day and push work away
and that's why i'm not anywhere in my life
because i can't even sleep at night
but the days ain't much better, i can barely move
i'm fucked up, frustrated and in a bad mood
i spit the sickest shit a couple posts ago
but i'm at a standstill man and i can't grow
this might be the worst freestyle i spit
holy shit no surprise i messed up again