The Shelter (Freestyle)

[shootah]

expressing myself for the good of my health,
spilling it out, as it spit but not for wealth,
cause i could tell all the world about the problems with girls,
problems with smoking but this aint show and tell,
..i'm getting well into this now,
open my mouth, and the words just fly out,
fuck the pigs flying, i could make cows -
jump further than the moon, just don't question how,

and to all of you haters, this aint 'rip the bitch',
none of you have fame, you're hardly in the game, let alone rich,
you sit on your arses, wasting your time,
on the mic - you're a crime, talk so much shit, but you're not signed,
spit about girls, but you're hardly fine dined,
taking people on that could easily outdo you in half a line.

[thatdudeB]

ayo, I got you leaving swinging two little stub
cause I be picking out bitches like we in a club
not battling, just rattling with raps that snapping
spitting hip-hop, so you know you be clapping
while others try and bring me down to reality
but I'm quality, ain't nothing raining on my facts see
I'm deadly, going on with a nine if you rating with finite numbers
axing backs up cause spitting a hiccup for this motherfucker

[Celph Taut]

Look he wrote a book! I must got him shook
Sound like a love song wid a gay ass elton john hook
Bitch look I'm a crook no parts a me soft
Ask ya bitch homie she's hear now suckin me off
U make believe tuff I kno u queer like rodman
Watch me teach this dog a new trick n hav him play possum
U need many lines cuz ur punches is weak
Shudda listend to mama n ate ur lockz miniwheets
U ll never compare kid ur jus to yung
Translation in laymens terms truthfully ur jus too dumb
Vocab u hav none - come on son
U can't fool me u bout as hood as a catholic school nun

Dude... what are you depressed, obsessed? what is it? tell me!
Your entire lyrical stature's pretty clear ya the heir of disaster!
honing' the methods necessary to spawn an effect..
Of something so ahead of ya time it hasn't dawned on you yet...
The common connect of a novice who's obviously, kept..
From societies eyes THEN wondered upon a dominant vet...
Now your momma's upset... SUCH an anti social delinquent..
Would ever transpire the powers that controls what he thinks with..
I'm a boss man... you know that you're sinking... grab the clothes-line.
You show signs... of a straight up homo who knows I'm...
The benefactor of death... ya penning' nothing but qualms in ya raps..
I'll give ya fucking moms so much slaps my entire ARM WILL COLLAPSE!
..Dog it's a facts - you've yet to make a reasonable attempt..
at the crown.. bury the case, a gabble left in the ground..
...and fuck a cliche, key - noone's riding wit Lockz...
I dead bolt this faggot... leave em' there inside of a box.

[Ink Poyzin]

hey yo..
i don't understand these industry cats, they mad wack
i spit fast raps that attack rats and leave em with bad backs
the second i grap that microphone i wanna know where the cash at
i don't fuck with them dr suess rhymes, i'm passed that
you industry bitches are just class acts, i'm coming through swinging
and whoever steps in my way, i'll Big L em and pin em
i roll with triple sixes upside down, that's three nines
i'm chasing after the cream, dimes and whips.. so in the mean time
on ya'll faggots free time, you better mr clean rhymes
this a game for stevie boy, cuz ya'll don't wanna see mine

[N0BLE]

the industry is green as fuck with dollar signs and envy
school of hard knocks im columbine i'll die when its empty
-the clip- i'll dine on the tempting twisted like my mind is fermenting
preventing me from having normal thoughts im pissed again
when im gone you'll be missing him more allure than a fisherman
quaking like a fissure damn more nucleic than the missiles
north koreas got cold when on a beat but you could say im hot

[Zane Birchall]

As I walk the Kakoda Track, dense conditions and all.
I notice this journey's a load of crap, hence my admission to withdraw.
Permission to crawl, back to my haul.
Could of sworn I left my boat right at the docks.
But theres flocks of birds, surrounding a wreckage, fuck!
So I'm stuck in Kakoda, man this shit sucks.

[thatdudeB]

spittin deadly, so why
do you continue to lie, I see with three eye
I ain't of this dimension, should be fearing bitch
and most importantly, you shouldn't be hearing this
too advanced, ahead of the future
you claim to be fresh, I'm just newer

[Zane Birchall]

These days, our new emcees are getting worse.
Easily without ease we should put them in a hearse.
Curse these motherfuckers who be over populating our genre.
I'll make you wish that you never popped out of your Momma.

[Del]

So obserd, I pretty much dont know where to even start
Supposed to be keepin it real, but you gone right off the chart
Bad enough, and above you, triple bitch wants to be called BBB
Cant rap but posts becuase she wants life to be about me-me-me
Destroyin the game but puttin it in a cast with glee glee glee

[Celph Taut]

Hunched over yoga charisma throwing ya sister
over the boulder, I wish ya had more guidance to intercept her fate.
You tried reasoning but came a couple seconds late
Now watch me a resonate an existence common to heavens gate..
The demons circulate like vultures waiting to swoop'..
over, the truth's colder for circumventing a true cobra..
No Kai, I hold ya hoe high n' break her in two...
like oh my... I'm evil projecting closer n' won't die..
You ever try to escape by defying ya fate...!
I'm flying you straight, into ta' ocean n' saying it was a pilot mistake
my mind's a slate .. most psychologists fear to oppose..
Every lyrical blow's a mental note I'm here to dispose
of any intruder... yup... take precautionary measures now..
penning the sentence while I throw senates into an endless vile
of poisonous ink... they're walking on eggshells, homie.
Fuck a 6 pack I'm making money off keg sales, only!
I drive competitors into such a depressing state ...you could estimate
the profit margin off of the alcoholic depressive rate.

[Vincent☺☺☺]

i write grafit-ti free-cuz my lifes shackled/
but instead of the trife tackled-
i procastinate- cash in safes-knife gaffled/
to make sure it stays mine/
heard from the grapevine/
you fakes only rap for pape signs/
while your lost in that matrix i still cant escape mines/
superman cape tied around my neck,tight/
ex-cite patrol cops to set up road blocks till the next night/
text tight plus record-
i need a wet wipe cuz im the purfuse sweat type/
not easily conned- i disappear/
soon ya see me respawn in ya ear crystal clear/
poetry is explosive with smoke debri and when the mist is clear../
all you see is dead engineers and enflamed paper that my pen has pierced/
make sure my gin is clear, foget mixin'/
yall niggas act straight but crooked on the low like that bitch,"nixon"/
angry pitch,diction/
one day this dude called me a "dickhead"-
i replied-"yeah, im the same one a bitch lickin'/ LMAO

[thatdudeB]

mc prestige

ayo, I'm comin after jewels, your lunch your ego
tryin ta represent, lego block don't count I'm'a beast mode
try robbin me I'll get you, you outta ya league hoe
motherfucker alone in his cause, I'm'a and-one like free throw
fags try touch this, I slap wrists bite hands
sweat out ya glands, chop ya mans
you don't know how to write rhyme, ya whole witherin
line you makin involve a women and bastard children
fuck outta here prestige, fuckin with'a corpse
dead man talkin, swallowin his own remorse
spit it off top, you not hip-hop
drop kid lookin'a flop, only time you testin water when it my floor you mop

[Ink Poyzin]

hey yo..
i'm the sickest, most wicked, cannibalistic to grip the biscuit
you won't O.D to his shit, so sniff this, you bitch kids
a bunch of little bitches, killing off every MC on my shit list
just a bunch of pricks, it's soft pokes to such a big fish
i don't know how half you can live with a wack style
you need a slit wrist.. i'll help you out, you fuckin' snitches
i'm going nuts like my britches, nobody else can kick it
the way i kick it when i rip it, so stay the fuck out of my business

[Del]

Check it, so many of these wannabe's do fine with the talk
But when I grill these pussies none of em really wok the wok
For instance, hang on a second, suddenly I'm like them rapping
Rappin at a good clip, now blank mind its just too mentally taxing
Take em forty five minutes to make a half decent verse.. and worse it
Still gets stripped by me all to easily like it wasnt even worth it

[Jæk]

mc pre needs help with his puberty like the girl dude use to be
like a cheap slut he gets to see what its like to always suck D