Illest raps.

Black Jesus above the waters like a lotus, like you can not notice low pro hero,
you know I flow for eons, take weight and get rid of pones, what does it take to get my name known,
blessed I am fam grams I had to sling is thing of the past, you pop trash this Asiatic kid with illest raps,
make you collapse off the map.

Star spangled banner.

dark man spark plans I mean execute, to tutor like a mersonary, free masions of an Asiatic tribe vibe I bring made mad heads sling and mingle and sip chris, I diss mad heads not even outta anger, what does it take to wrap my self with the star spangled banner, no slammer or gun glock hammers, I really do not care about flashing cameras,

Ya Hon.

chaps bring mad wack raps, you even wacker black,
packer woose raps like a quaker, I pack dope raps for soul claps to make the globe orbit, no up north shit,
no hunger paining to rob cats, the Far rockaway new york mobb act, the 5% god body to make honeys nod their head, the bread and butter getter like , way header and way fedder, do not bother me bro, come starped with a flow and we will see about your guns, for a start I will steal ya hon.

Cerebral sphere.

If one of your faggots ever touch me, I send a slug through your cerebral sphere,
talking hog shit outta ya rear wouldn't do, you chaps do not have a clue,
I poison ya family tree with crack get home and drink brew,
I slice and dice cane, pain is for the lames, I game more dames than a gigollo,

The chosen one.

No gat spit tight hits psyich like entrance blam like a nine,
scram kid, bringing wack shit, I act legit and be it, can't see this,
more soul without flaw raw and frozen icey flow, nice for me to rip beats,
like a iron lion claw, more of dope raps from the chosen one.

From here to Saturn.

Grimy street raps make you collapse off the map, running laps to bubble the pies,
I will put it anyway like it is anyday, making many pay, sipping henny way, damn skippy he,
my fam the glitter, you blam shit, I plan hits, my peeps want rather my raps than my grams kid,
rocket launch my dope from here to saturn.

I grind.

I grind and watch the streets and now time to sling,
dope raps with a dope act I come straped perhaps with no iron,
deciple of God of the Israelites, ignite the globe with a dope poem like an arsonist,
hits designed with flavour and the whole nine, it is my time to flow, low from the Jakes out for butter and the cakes, listen mellow you spine mad yellow, your girl's behind shakes like jellow, my dick might holler like hello, anyway...

I rob.

I rob arrival when they arrive at my door,
leave them shook like a booty at a carnival,
I got more beef than a dead life stock, do not talk crap, no more broke acts, more raps you can fall back, me I am all that like jerked chicken, no bird flipping, earn and burn and turn and toss my tongue, listen young, I kill in God's name for fun, not yet a gun, you will be done with my bare hands,

Core of art of war.

core of art of war like every war is won before it is begun,
the sun shines mad cats with loaded nines, thought are designed,
I grind with my raps for soulclaps, to make it big time,
far rockaway kid to represent the techniques the Asiatic kid invent,
the Judaites of the ancient asiatic tribes, don't bite, I ignite minds,
do not mess with mines, the children of Israel, never fell

Grooving.

No heat, but grooving to the beat, streets are live, I bring the right vibe,
like Arabian nights sights wow, hype and nice to set it off like clip in the
chamber, crooked type not a ranger, word it is danger like drugs, guns and weirdo strangers, I got my hood on the map, Far rockway beef is only block away,
I gotta keep a clear mind, scoping honeys with big behinds,

Wanna fine dine.

you hammer blasting with grammar, my stamina long, known to pop poems,
drop songs and get it on, in my zone I am lounging, getting down and, no
4 pounds and fighting blood hounds, I use to scrap now I think of using my mind,
never off the grind, with my click I wanna fine dine represent Far rockaway and the

whole nine,

Dimple or Chris.

either you pop Dimple or Chris me really don't give a itch, I got raps to pitch,
I will narrow down to the right niche, coming with the tight spit, my dough is legit,
props I gotta get, getting head and no sweat and got drunk with vets, on the set get get.

Hood Villain.

hood villain there ain't no realing for fake ones, I gotta make the cake I can't wait till it is baked,
the struggle is on that is why my poems reflect the chapters to broads and chaps, hug a broader vision,
like panorama, my carma is to the best, Like the westerns your intestens would not be intact after testing,

kaphire,talking outta ya rear would not do, just pay deuce, turn the beat up get loose.

Live MC

Live MC with the ill flow, I am here to build, giving ladies a feeling like Casanova,
strike with a venomous hype like a cobra, here is some hope bra,
I never stole the raps from no one, rap shogun, flow till I am done,
now I flow for dough, glowing to the maximus,