Biting biscuits.

Massive action to be blasted leaving assed out rappers passive like a vote, I will quote the brag and boast hits that I painted with mathematical graphics, check my art on that note, for bigger poke I used to push, now I am high of Kush, never hesitate to blade rocks if I go broke, selling coke cooked with yeast, let the fiends have a feast like Hanukkah, I armed with raps like Iran bomb nukes, I am clam and cute, knocked boots rock black suits, mind on a Lamborghini fuck a Act coupe, The Asiatic black troop coming through to tear off the roof, smooth and break off something on loops and tunes pure moves, Jakes on parole and the devil is looking for my soul, I think the earth will be sucked into a black hole because the humans fault, sin is old as Eve passing apple to Adam, now humans are evolved to break atoms, some are still stuck in average patterns, when it comes to rapping simplistic linguistic, is your jewels worth your life to risk it, some trife they will have you biting biscuits,   

Queens stallions

What 's up? This Queens stallion wanna hop outta a drop and cop Buddha from a spot and vibe to smooth beats and pop dope raps of the dome, like a hit from a chrome I bust raps as a cannon, To get my name known this corn will never get dusty on the shelves, trust me, I love busty chicks and fly girls of all races, the ray to shine when this divine Asiatic cat drops for props, it do not stop, The iron lion of Judah, shine a light bright, tight raps all night, do not bite and fight on the mic like Kung -Fu flicks, more flavor than peas and white rice, I use to slice rocks to hit the street off with my product, I make the sound smooth and ruff like Cube and K-Dee, you know what I am saying, baby, faggots are out to rape me, they hate me because I am homophobic, so queer asses stay off my dick like a non,  

Crime lord.

Crime lord with the swagger of the Big Apple, Far Rockaway to be exact it is not only where I am from but also where I am at, like lard I make it crazy phat, grind while the microphone cord dangles, I am not Porto Rican therefore there is no Spanglish known to this corn, bang like a Lamborghini, I got a fetish for a thing with a pretty face and a banging body, the natty headed black Jesus comes in peace, to put the pieces of thesis which will liberate, that eases your dome like being in a symphonic Walhalla, menace the Asiatic black kid to treat others as shit, I come with wicked shit like pork devils on an exotic Island, I keep the styles piling by the minute, peep these files, non gimmicky slick hits and tight like skirt on a nurse, I shine with my raps a bright light, it ignites like the sun, what up hon will you be my moon, my own people send goons on me,