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,