The Shelter (Freestyle)

[The Seven]

say what? now cmon man, dont come in here dissin yourself
you set the world record for CDs put back on the shelf
you got to be pretty fucked up in the head man
bein communist aint the way to emulate redman
instead of dissin you i ought to give you a lift
when people call you an idiot, you say "its a gift"
everyone can see you came to plug your damn myspace
gee i wonder why you conspicuously lack a face
maybe its because the only label you got says GENERIC
and the hip hop you post is more like atmospheric
face it man, hip hop pop just aint got no real game
and just like the bitch above you you misspelled your OWN NAME

[konshens]

are you fuckin kidding dude i'll rip out your tongue and piss down your throat.
you think you're fucked up i get joy out of watching you choke on my fecece.
believe me you're not even ready for things i can say spray from day til the dusk.
you're not an artist you're microphones is covered in rust by you i can't be touched.
you one of those faggot little kids in high thwat would get beat up.
like man come on you a singer and your make beats
i'm a producer and ceo you can hate me.
basically i own my own label you ain't even a fuckin rapper stop tellin all these fables.
i'm wireless so i work the stage you try to follow me but run outta cable.
my mind is unstable fuck with me and i'll make you unable to rap flows.
i'm a soldier a perfect example my power is ample

[The Seven]

KK i see you got potential in writtens
your flow is like an artifact.. because its mostly hidden
you so stupid you thought my diss on harp was about you
i bet theres animals at the zoo that are smarter than you
you think you a battler but you got no punch at all
you miss like napoleon dynamite play tetherball
you callin me kid... what are you 62?
kriminal kosher you a no rappin jew
you call yourself a ceo but you cant even spell
the only thing criminal bout you is your smell

[YoungPlayer]

Looks like your trying to be a 8 mile movie, you went to the Shelter,
and they beat your ass like a groupie, your moms is coming i can smell her,
nah lets get back to you, you dissing on jews are you a damn Nazi,
your So bad your own crew feels bad for you, you got no Paz-e (posse)
you look like you got beat with a ugly stick, your flow is trash,
you might sound better just take that Dick out, leave you in a Flashback
living in st louis and dont quit your day job, get outta here
I heard that you live by MOB, Money Over Boys i knew you was queer

[Dan V]

I went to the - shelter
sprouting an unclean bell, showing my wealth
when it comes to, skills, to say I'm 'i'll'
Is an understatement, out right misplacement
See, not me - but you, your pretty vacent
Other than that - you're away with stars.
I'll got a mic and a song,
for each one of my everlasting scars.

[The Seven]

dan v you discount james dean ill waste you
your fam will have to hire invesigators to trace you
look like you trying to be a lord of flat bush
quit bein such a square and smoke some bad kush
youll need it for the pain when you get smushed
pimp you to young , he want a white boy to tush push
lets face it , dan v, your basically prettier than me
look like your face only been hit by ONE tree

[Dose Blotter]

Even though the freestyle shelter turned into rip that bitch above you part duex, I figured this was the only place for this.




The Blot is back on target, Kids Im Back and Im barkin'
Chewing up Oxycontin in a black Austin Martin
Holding up armored cars in the back of my thoughts'an
Hiding underground like im Packed in the box'an
Getting smashed wit a martian so pardon our landin'
Im starting to come down like our star ship is crashin'
Like a drunk when I park, Im over the line again
Pass me the hieniken,
I gotta drip in my nassal from all this fuckin Vicodin
If yer coming to my rhymes you better call the riflemen
Im a Zues in the lines and
striking with twice the brightness of fuckin lightning Kid
When Im on the cyph its like im sicker than the swine again
Never recycle'in
My rhymes depleate the minerals when im in the enviroment

[Dan V]

Tell me stories, with some fair meaning,
Allow me take a breath,
with no constant fear of disbelieveing.
I play with words,
the only guy to use intellect as a verb.
Still, still I am sick and tired,
still waiting, waiting to be heard by the world...

[konshens]

aiyyo, dan v couldn't understand me i spit it too complex.
like a monster with intelligence playin chess who's move is next.
in fact i'm a reignin champ who's really left cause i'll rip you too.
bitch please can't mess wit this shit i rip raps and kick cats out the riff raff.
can't spit that as i pay cash to watch you face plant right into my basemant.
ain't that a shame, cause if we cross paths expect to get your face smashed.

[Mac-P]

my ego is never complacent so dont test my patience
cause im really a pill poppin mental patient
give me five Zoloft and i still wont go soft
ill rape Laura Croft, and cut her fuckin throat off
i wont stop, who wants to be next?
damn, i need to pop a couple xanax

[Mac-P]

i could use a couple percocet but didnt feel the prescription yet
i can feel my hands gettin wet, here comes the cold sweat
i feel bad for the first brunette to come in my vision
imma tie that bitch up, make a large incision
cuttin out her heart with precision, its continues to pump
until i though the lump and watch cars hit it like a speed bump
dont mess with me punk, my mind is too malicious
rhymes so vicious, put you on the electric chair and flip the switches
your freestyle is so delicious, i feed on every line
i sip on your blood, before i rip out your spine

[Got Soul? ©]

fuck it, I been up for days, fuck sun rays
the black bags under my eyes resemble two caves
who says, we gotta be cool like lupe
I throw punches at dope cats till they like "2'shay"
mind explosions till the point a thinking sick thoughts
drive a rich porsche off the edge of a big gorge
Im piss poor, I take risks more, than pedaphiles in a kids store
spit raw, no condom sex, leaving a bitch with a thick sore
submit more walked on emcees than a stadiums big floor
its gore, bend words like metal hinges on a flipped door
critics swore, my vains were hooked up to an anger drip for
a couple a days, lifes a bitch, so Ill fuck every slut in my way
nothing to say, so ill talk to a deaf man till he's fucking amazed
stuck in a maze, dont want to find my way out, luck is a game
cunt im insain, slice the top a your head off, whats on your brain
cops will remain, tightly cuffing my wrists so bloods blocked in a vain
the worst kid, doing crazy shit just to fuck you off on purpose
earth is worthless, cut a mans ears off then ask if he heard this
passions is purpose, drops raps drunk high and on acid all nervous
fuck sexy sluts, im so sick im addicted to ass's on nurses

[Mac-P]

i grab the pick axe, damn its seems i cant relax
i kick the pill back, damn it seems i relapsed
i break the straight jackets leather straps
when i rap my mind is running laps
gaps in thought, i just rhyme with no reason
too much pot, with my axe it feels like huntin season

[Mac-P]

im chillin in the basement, crushin OCs and free basin
killin is all about placement, and im goin jason
im gonna go slicin with the machete, excited already
holding my knife steady, oc holding my mind unsteady
im so high smoking some dank grape ape
you cant escape when i put on my green cape
bound by duck tape, trying to fight and get free
im so friendly, why would you run so hastily?
i roll 6-6-6-6-6 yahtzee, its the devil in me

[s'upreme]

Im bustin out the 8 mile shit like the poster states
my hits come thick and fast like my tongues been pumpin wieghts
twenty reps of 40 kilos just to get yourself on par
So that all of you bitches can match me bar for bar
im not sayin that im the best, coz that simply incurs jests
and im not all cliche'd out rhymin bout bullet proof vests
im not gonna rate you coz you glorify drugs n violence
id rather sit back in disgust and meet your shit with silence
Speakin of silence, get your cheap ass off this stage
coz your rape game is empty like your shit cars petrol gauge
It takes a lot of skill...
to get people up on their feet
Just coz you can freestyle to dj's that bust good beats
Its lucky we have chairs...
Coz when you stand up to rap
People are gonna sit down coz your rhymes are just that crap