Rizka's Shelter

My name's Rizka and I post some lyrics I made, but mostly full songs.

[rizka-san]

home

I lived in a home when I was young.

I could taste my joys at the tip of my tongue.

Breathe every little thing with my lungs.

And watch the horizon of my setting sun.

I lived in a home where ages fade.

No matter what stage of life you have entered.

It feels like heaven throughout.

Even when the sad times came to me.

I cried here, I screamed here.

I rejoiced here, I made love here.

I love here; I loved here.

Now I live life on its voyage.

Through all of its true colours.

Every leaf, rock, and foliage I find.

Should I move on from life?

Even after all the gifts it gave me?

In search of happiness.

The happiness of searching you.

Yes, I realised I am mortal.

Later, I will enter that portal.

Away from the veils of life.

Into the waves of a hereafter.

But, my home stays here.

After all that I have been through.

Piecing together a life I lived.

Scattered in this now empty home.

It feels like every room I enter.

A small snippet of a chapter plays.

Showing me, all that I become.

From fragile and innocent.

Cold and deliberate.

Matured to have purpose.

Until the tape ran out.

Ending when I’m old and fragile.

My golden years were supposed to be here.

Yet, many people call me a poor old man.

My memories are richer than ever,

From my family, my friends, and me.

I remember that I lived in a home when I was young.

[rizka-san]

Farewell Note

To my dear friends, this year's end shall be my last appearance.

For come next year, I'll text here saying I'm taking a hiatus.

From interactions with most of you, although our times were well-spent.

I've been through Hell and back changing for you, just for you not to do the same.

There's no resentment in my statement, only what's on my mind presented here.

As of now, I'm invested in my own love interest as I try to live this life to its fullest.

Maybe one day we can do this all over again, but for now, I'm not in the mood nor energy to spend another five years with you.

So, out of all places, I'll say it here for those select few.

With all respect due, I bid you adieu.

[rizka-san]

Trinity '45

Thin as the wisps. A whisper begins its questions. While I'm not resting, it kissed me. Under the moonlight, a new life.

"Why are you not sleeping? Perhaps you are restless. Rasp as your grasp on metal. Creeping as the death melody, sings on a canopy."

Morning comes a haunting scream. A blinding light, accompanied by a rising smoke. No steam, heat reaped the dream. Choke on the white, remember the burning scene.

Pipes and nights alone. Sore throats and deathly eyes. May Lord dealt his lies. As a white petal flies away in the wind.

[rizka-san]

"You see the butterflies of life. And the caterpillars of death. One flies towards it's destination. The other survives on the desecration."

Souls Of The Rhythm - Rizka

[rizka-san]

Can't this man keep taking over lands? Better yet, get historical, call me Genghis Khan. Running on nothing but total domination. Here's something to digest, food-for-thought? One too many people around me act falsehoods. Guard your poise, gaudiness exploits your boys. No voice to these toys, go pick another choice. But even after calling your bluff, it's all good right? Shine the lights in your dark club rooms. Aren't most of you Muslims, headed into those rinks. Flooded with ice, blood is mixed with life, obviously. I'm drawing the lines, I just refuse to head in raw and behind. Fuse your music with your outfits, overbearing and cliché. These days their hands are open to grab anything, cash pays. These stashes says a lot about how they got their position. Submissions of souls, admission fees, need your whole family too. It's no longer a domination, it's a complete overhaul of the land. Until the bell tolls, my hands balled into a fist, kiss the rings. Sing this then, The Old Get Older While The Young Get Stronger. The dumb last longer, the gold gets folded in boxes, for what? Knowledge is hard to come by, that's why I packaged it in message. If you can't read, then you'd hear, if you can't hear, you'd feel it then. Vibrations sends dangerous signs, proceed with precautious minds. I love this time, when those old ones can't rap like they used to. Call me ruthless, but I used this moment to hold them hostage. I applaud each man, their gauzy pens don't mean nothing. I've been headbutting since adolescence, from Kid to Billy. Represent your states, I represent my state of mind, ask Nas. Act blessed and heaven-sent, when you sent yourself to the game. When I rap, press your pens and study it, I'm bringing the game. Nothing's pre-determined here, all of it on the spot, shoot the game. This is for past and current ones, the future ones, you get half a bar.

Rizka’s Mongolian Domination

[rizka-san]

Dear...

Hey, I just want to talk to you.

Not as chalk on the board but as a person.

You know he loved you, he sent all his secrets in his songs to you.

Words and melodies he's a mockingbird to you, just a little poetic song until you sleep.

Now you know he's going at it, climbing a dangerous ladder, a steep hill.

Trials and tribulations just to have a quick meal then it's back to hurting and working.

A sacrifice just to have you like his voice, he knew he didn't have much of a choice.

But to sin but when he wins, he'll get you in and you don't have to spend a penny.

Every tear comes piling across many years but for the sake of you he'll make it his life.

Night and day he'll write and play it back just to cry and hate it, because he wanted it perfect.

But if you like the track then it's worth it, if you see the work ethic he pulled then you'd respect him more.

Because he'd open your doors, kept the light open even though it's dim, kept you full even when he's slim.

He may not hustle through conventional means, but he still struggled to make a meaningful song to him.

Now he's no true gentleman but he's a gentle man, know the difference and that'll make the biggest significance.

Giving you a song about his past and more shows, out with the braggadocios, and the casket of his futures.

Talk about murder and on his knees around chalk like he witnessed a murder, golden tears you can hold them here.

There's nothing to fear when he's singing, feel the emotion behind the cracked voice and then you see that boy.

Not a teenager, we change backwards back to the boy who died inside him, that childishness now is his adult-self.

That boy didn't care about health but how to match words to a beat, sit down and go bezerk until he's asleep.

Sometimes he wouldn't listen to you, just keep sitting through then he'll be fitting his conversation ears to you.

But I'm not going back in time, God changed him for the better and now he's cold inside a sweater.

He wrote a letter to you, let me read it.

"Hello can you read me, can you see me, feel me but that's not important.

I'm writing this because if I die then you'd be seeing and reading this mash of words.

And I just want to say thank you for standing me, handling me, and being friends with me.

I wasn't strictly a good friend, never intended to be but I've changed my course for yours.

I could keep writing about my thanks but it'll take a little more of your time, so I'll keep it short.

It's about time I talk about suicide contemplations, now you and I know what I'm facing.

For a long time and a few off-and-on rhymes I've said that I wanted my head dead on the street.

Just a piece of cold meat on the pavement, because I lost the key to happiness locked in my basement.

I'm just making a statement, I can't take this abuse anymore, I need to let loose some more.

So why not I'll lose my life, no worth in it anyway because everyday those same words get to me.

On the fifteenth I'll be leaving, lifting my soul high up just to drop it low, gifting you all the freedom you need.

My seeds are rotten, best lost and forgotten, I've been robbing your lives as long as I'm alive so you'll be free.

Shifting pace I know, because because of this race I've been feeling real low, like I don't know where to go.

Every opportunity is leaving me like a one-way roundabout so I decided to drive it off the cliff and crash.

Now you may be thinking how to get me to forget it, you can't, the pain ingrained itself inside this brain.

This letter is getting long, I doubt you are strong enough to read it all and want to see the end faster.

Like my life you just want to pass the boring parts and get to the pouring of gold onto my heart.

There's no glamour to this planner, nothing else but the ender, so I'll be the pallbearer and get out your hair.

I just want to say I love you and I get it, you want to see me alive this minute.

But instead you can have this life to keep moving, another chapter ends another begins.

I love you so and I'll be gone."

Now you see who this letter is meant for.

There is no metaphor just a poor soul who've met a poor demise to his life.

He wanted to have a slice of the nice pie of life, but instead he sliced his life.

The pie is apple red like his blood on the after end, what I'm reading is true.

Because he did everything he wanted to do, even leaving you alone was a wish come true.

He knew he was bothering you, like an annoying brother he knew you wished he'd be gone.

He planned it and wish granted, he doesn't even have his casket, too expensive to grasp it.

He lasted and was forever stranded, what's a win to him other than a game win to his name.

He always wanted to be a rapper, now he is being under a wrapper and lowered into the dirt.

I marked his words so you can read them carefully, you can see them clearer than a mirror reflection.

I sparked this verse so you can hear it and maybe you'd can see his imperfections to a perfection.

You were always a complexion to him, try to project some theory just for you to see that he likes you.

His friends and family tried to reach him but he was too far away, it's a war everyday inside too.

That suicide wasn't metaphorical too, that was a true event but the death was never recorded.

Took the risk and come up short, tried to afford a car to drive late nights but he was deported.

Guess it's best that I introduce myself to you, my name is Rizka nice to meet you.

I'm what's left of him because I know he loved you and wanted to cherished every moment with you.

But the lavished soon turn him famished, starvation carved a place in his heart, that's my fault.

I shouldn't have let him go, now he'll let me know about this guilt about how he felt about me and you.

There's not much time to touch nice rhymes, this is pure emotion and there's no stop to the notion.

So now I'll say goodbye and let me remind you.

There may be oceans and seas but he is across a river and he's ready to give you the biggest hug.

As of now, He has passed away and here I say.

Thank you for this life.

[rizka-san]

You Heard Nothing

You heard what?

Deaf in a casket, death wearing hearing aid.

Feeling paid with a small cheque, jump back and climb the sharp edge.

Slump and fall flat onto a thumbtack, that's nothing but a feeling, you're still in place.

Same stay, never went away from comfort zones and when money comes slow?

Call yourself a castaway, riding waves of a small dash of cash a day.

Music isn't getting new ears that stick straightaway, clicks after pass aways.

Tricks of a master, plays with six moves ahead that's a sick chess grandmaster.

Flew off the handle like a blocked nose, chop the hands off with no opposition.

That's a living Kung-fu ghost, crucifixions with a wooden block.

Now that's an attack he wouldn't block, mist and angle shots portray a prodigy.

Got a guitar and you still couldn't rock, acoustic or electric you couldn't shock.

You could say an important speech but these kids are too weeded to hear it.

They've been seeded, inherited, and taught about how to greet with a six-shot at you.

Fiending about how to shout quietly, just use a silencer to not be a violent sir.

Bullets fly to hit the eye, that's your white bird.

[rizka-san]

Now, going to be old and I was told.

Blowing pass the age won't turn you gold.

But still knowing that my wage wasn't all that gold to begin with.

I'd started acting bold and started protesting.

Considered myself sold off the job, at age forty-five I wanted to be alive and prevent all those resting.

My best in slot was a desktop job, knew that all I'd ever earn was café slop.

Back in school I've never learned that, all I ever knew was the square roots.

At the rooftops, I would often sit on edge about what to do in the next page.

Overthinking to a point that I saw myself in a wooden coffin.

With marriage to carry, the information's was too scary to imagine.

Friends beside me would think that my mind was empty, but behind the mask I was canned and trapped in my own head.

I planned and tapped my pen to my beats, as I cried to death under my bedsheets.

Fast forwards to the present and I'm going pass lifetimes towards my final gifts.

The lessons I've learned as I lay on the tracks, reminiscing with the past off my back.

Heard the airhorns coming fast, closing my eyes and saying that.

If life was a girl, she keeps on passing me by.

Track Name: Lifetimes

[rizka-san]

Food Blueprints

Listing words like it's food ingredients. Hunger sounds like thunder, legally the greediest. With these herbs and spices, adding pizzazz to it. Rhymes are like combinations, which first and last. Schemes are blueprints, stitch verses with seasonings. If you feel offended then there's no good reasoning. Still I sent it, can't stare it for too long or it goes cold. Pleasing only select few, if you reject then it's not for you. Walk on by, stroll along and don't talk on my scrolls. I come off strong and hot like prolonged heat in the oven. Three-hundred degrees and added sixty minutes, full circle. Let it set, add the finishing touches, get the smell to love this. I just explained a song with food on my brain, that's it. I got to eat, collect the bread and the beat is the big cooker. It only took a few minutes, but what's important is I got to get it. Gluttony and Greed go hand in hand like broken baguettes, man.

[rizka-san]

Track Name: Asil Anom

"Saying dead is all he wants to be, that haunted him senseless except regret and depressed.

His humanity gradually leaving, even his demons started feeling heavy-hearted plus sympathy."

[rizka-san]

Track Name: Head Spinner

Look at the middle of the barrel, those bullets would liquify me. Here's a riddle, most don't see but they know. Ghosts and spirits are similar, but they both share and hold one thing. Five letters from right to left, and everybody gets it coming to them. Doesn't matter if it's in the bathroom or a dim lit room, it'll happen soon. Under the sun or over the moon, the answer for all that is death. You couldn't make a tune this frightening and exciting at the same time. Let alone bring the rhymes with it, spinning heads each minute it's a crime. Committing murder with the words I inserted, either by typing or writing. But they both do the same action, sniping unsuspecting then letting it off. Setting them on for an assault, best hope I don't throw it all in the wound. Crime report: Someone viciously murdered and the perpetrator isn't caught. The injury looks like someone got stabbed, grabbed by the neck but no DNA. Check for evidence but they haven't find any since, left unsolved to this day. I don't play for picks anymore, let alone taking it as a whole, for sure I'll do it. The way I tick many boxes with it, it's a sin for having this many then and now. I'll show how and don't get lost on how I flow, maybe fast but never crossed the line. Let me remind who I am to you, the wordsmith still kicking hurtful things since '19. The finest, clean, violent, mean, and still making it sound appetizing. I'm everything you could dream of, don't sleep on me or I'll turn it into a nightmare. Seamless spitting, all of it's in order and I'll ship to you overnight, there's more to come. Summon the ghosts when I write, both alive and dead so it's Día de Muertos when I write those. Dispose whatever opponent comes to battling, I'll see you in the booth and the casket. The last one only got one tooth left, guess I shot his roof off when I started masking my face. Caped Crusader, the Great Invader and soon the best ever to lay a pen on the paper. Destroy everyone and still have leftovers.

[rizka-san]

"And as long as I'm breathing, I'm leaving them speechless."

[rizka-san]

"Come up short so call it a hobbit, repeat it many times and you'd call that a habit.

Songs explained that they got to have it, but they can't jump to the next level they're paralysed rabbits."

Rizka's Track - Poems Of Many

[rizka-san]

Lost&Forgotten Part II

No longer do I scribble my words on walls, that dibble-dabbling got me locked up behind the bars, made the wrong bet and in a flash it's all gone like it's gambling. Rewind the stars back to see how I used to be when I write the bars, now I shoot for three when I branch out to new lands for me to leave a mark or impression. Everything past me is now Lost&Forgotten and now I've passed through the bar with quick succession and now the only thing I've lost is myself, identity isn't something fond of me but I'll try to bond it back with a golden ribbon. No more skipping rocks on the water when I see the devil's reflection, it went from the pond to an ocean when I step in the same water that cursed me. The earth that runs beneath me could just at any time open up and eat me, reach me, and sink me down into the ground. Now how that sounds to you, the same guy that said he felt like Hercules throwing the boulders around can't sound out for help when the world's on his shoulders. It's a trap that captured my world-view and now all I could do is think what would you do.

With the files that has my name on it, bet that it'll show that the flames set on my eye hasn't fizzled out, between two, personality and lack of humanity, that's a middle child. I'm walking in circles and that's where I see the fact that I'm being stalked but that's not me, only a thought and a figment of my imagination that everything isn't made out to be. The longer time goes on, the stronger the strangers become so when time passes, the mask is corroding away until it's gone. Exposing my face. Supposed my place isn't made for those who here temporarily, but not for it to fade faster than when the dark comes after the light. It's harder to keep standing tall and feeling strong when the same water I held in both my hands gets heavier and it's planning my fall from grace, hard to tell if this is my own doing but what I'm pursuing now it feels as like I'm feeling wrong about self and not for all. That's Lost And Forgotten for you, a track to get back at the times where I can't spit a rhyme that's meaningful, no more patience. Meaning? I'm full.

[rizka-san]

God Complex

Better listen up, what I'm about to say is truthful. How you could pack up a booth full of poets and they can't rhyme in sync? What did you think was going to happen, they're not blowing on your rolls. They make phrases not bars, if you're rapping then you could be any different. We could keep going rounds under new depths, we're sneaking little episodes, evenly placed. Watch the letter if you think of pushing the envelope, but what isn't true is people calling you goat. You wouldn't stay afloat on your own religion, you're switching them to become relevant. Rocking the boat too violently, soon death's knocking on your door and taking you silently. Finally, somebody would notice it, the false messiah only talks lies and reversing water and fires. Don't wonder why a higher power prevented you from inventing anymore world-threatening gadgets. Not because God thought you would match it, but to make sure you are aware of your limits. I haven't seen a rapper in a minute, guess they didn't fill the document. They sent a verse only to come back crying first, saying it's worse than dying and carried out in a hearse. That's for trying someone who's dying to reverse your best actions, I'll turn those into your worst intentions. Best not kill yourself over a war of words, because you already know who's coming out on top. Stop plotting on stomping my penmanship, because I'll be the cause you've manned your last ship to sink.

How could show a display when my throwaways could roll over your day too easily. Feasibly blow over trays of whatever lays next, throw it in the air and stare at it because I caught it at the top. Don't trip over it watch your step, because your next rap might wrap your career in the trunk and chucked far off. You best not do this, I'd do betrayals with no hesitations like Judas and I have no remorse for splitting whatever you see. You can't get me to open up, I plead the fifth, for the third time I won't do it to you again, not even one word's coming out. I know you're hoping trucks full of prayers that I would slip up on myself, but I'm flexible like water so you'd slip up on me. Notice the reversal, I'm like a wrestler just messing with the turnbuckles to smash your head in it, I'm hitting harder now. I'm faster with spitting bars every time, you could study me but I'd be to complicated even for dedicated mathematics addicts. I'm no longer teasing with little packets, because between the brackets most would crack it and leak it out like faulty water taps. It's getting annoying, I might as well convert from water to acid because they love to track it's origin, now I know they wouldn't. They shouldn't in fact and I couldn't be responsible if someone dies to my word or two, it's they fault they've catapulted raiders. I should just name myself a creator, because I'm the whole package when I explode and that's it, remains of no evidence. The ultimatum when I name them my creations, you take the seconds from me whilst I make new eras and space-time residence. I don't sleep but when I close my eyes, my mind speaks for me, writing thesis after thesis until I'm awake to do the same thing. My name rings out, the separate cloth from the rest and I fly over everything overnight like Santa Claus because I'm wrapping the world. I'm stacking on carts, pushing the wheels fast enough so it's perpetual, any animal I want to pet becomes my mutual, it's cute isn't it?

[rizka-san]

The Timeless Man

Call me the new and improved but realistically, I moved two feet from where I stood.

You shouldn't have fought a MC that's born ready to die, who would've thought you can't see the truth you should've bought glasses to be me.

You wouldn't believe in yourself anymore, the deceased thoughts are uncanny or sickness brought with you have many unsure they'll live to give their life to receive the proper blessing.

There's a difference in closer to a closer, when people are supposed to hold you they instead close the door on you, the dark room's only your last look as you become the closer to a book cover.

Don't judge by it's cover they say, I won't nudge the dragon's snout if it means I make it out alive.

Meaning, don't mess with the person if it's for the sake of your life or not they'll take you under tonight

Seen in, closed curtains that your hands hold to wipe your tears.

Type your fears, told in bold fonts to mark like stone.

The same stone will haunt your own head, listen to me closely.

A bird's eye view means to be high, so I must be gliding above Everest because I could never rest on the ground since I'd have to be at most levels.

Wise like an owl but I despise fake wisdom, I take at random and then inspect them, selective few are the only respective who's are seeing all my raps as poems instead of wraps filled with bloodthirst with filling of post-mortems.

Caught by the corners, you hit the edge with your head, cracked open, hoped when you died you were just sunny-side up.

I've stacked holding cells with bars that when I packed the golden ring it slips on the floor, floor's too wet from the liquid assests I own and when I get the mop to clean them up? It's all just going in my bucket of profits, can't get enough of it all.

What I'm saying must be hold to a high degree, check my temperature and measure my body weight for a taste of how deep my toes- wait no feet are in.

I'm walking on water, it's all shallow though, talking becomes harder when your brain slows, man.

You better appreciate what I made and create, see I repeat my fixtures to have them shine from my mind.

I only hold golden sight, I've told all of them tonight that I'll be back but for now just sekkle alright?

Whether you can see the water I hold or not, you'll feel them when I release then like gunshots.

This is the birth of a genius, when I speak out, it better be heard word for word in arenas and you even shall feel this, when I die they'll say I was something else.

My intelligence sinks deep oh well, I feel in dence forests of thought I've paused time to think about my next rhyme to speak out.

Mediation doesn't do much to me when I can physically touch the mind, I can literally rearrange my thoughts around like they were building blocks.

The minute and hour sticks now remain irrelevant now, from what I've gained I'm heaven-sent on a mission to give everyone a lesson.

Listen to me now.

The Timeless Man, the one who beat time to the tick and I'll now pick when it's my time to stop.

[rizka-san]

Love and Lust confused for the use of giving affection, instead they're just living through the erections.

Must you use your mouths to slew sharp words of sex, what's next to come from their loud eyes and quiet mouths?

A relationship based on the looks on their facial expressions when it only ends on their faces, no lesson.

Embrace the space with getting too close, when the hose sprinkles inside, then the mistake happens.

Don't have to wait nine months to dispose the evidence, while it dies inside so does the outside.

Can't get enough of it, mentally in stitches but they brought it into them, get it?

Jokes aside, when you choke and bite you'll only get suffocated and lacerated on your skin, see nothing but true damage happens within.

You can't manage the sin of losing a life, so how can you two even get to think you should have a life with a lustful wife?

If red velvet shows love, they only show the top, the bottom are just a bunch of thorns, take a guess why the rose is on your chest?

Love&Lust: Once Touched, Never Seperated