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Eclipse.

Thinking my eyes blinking like thousand lightspots, gangsters aiming redspots, action I am bringing like a fed flick, do not even set trip I bang with beats and rhymes and rip shows with flows, above the waters like a lotus, more focused than a lenses of Minolta, The grim reaper with saturday nightfever like Travolta, Your memory I sculpture, From ancient Egypt kid kaphire comes with a dissy flow to make sea sick. Mind on money when it is sunshine or an eclipse.

get gone.

busting ill raps and setting the mood right like lamping under the moonlight, groove tight with a hype psychic peace to those who are troubled, what else you can find when you born into dirt, the hurt comes along, people are setting wrong tones, acting like their grown floks, I sing a song don, play the competition like a pone, get gone.

Pyramid scheme.

I got into my raps like a shark next to Noah's ark, guns spark hard and glocks get popped like moet, I come with ill raps for gold plaques and find my self on the block rocking the flyest gear and looking fresh like a million bucks, Out to make live dough like a pyramid scheme, coming out blazing Asiatic black kids phrases amaze faces.

Knocked

upset the set up, it is set up to get the Asiatic blackman knocked, the hussle is tough, streets are grimey and ruff, I do not bluff, criminals are handcuffed, heads bug about dandriff, plans fucked and in a cage you end up if you try to be free, don't you agree and I found peace and space for me to get a degree, I want shopping sprees and pump the god's sound in a jeep.

Hype.

hype like a venemous cobra, I fiend for the cream like a crackhead for blow, I got rap hits to flow, yeah... I am at this bro, like a pro with a steady aim, getting a name in the streets to the corners, proper raps for the global heads to check, wreck mics with a hype like a Hindu entranced, I blend and poetry with beats, outcome is lovely like the summer heat.

Amazing flavours.

The blazing Asiatic kid phrazing amazing flavours, from the streets to the docks I rock get my groove on like Mad Skillz, poetry to drop for props, get the picture like a Native Indian vision, the mission is to bust dope raps, you know that, making more cream like a cuisine fiend, cook up the uncut stuff like Nino Brown, Getting down.

Swollen stacks.

boy I don't sling and I don not sing, out to pop and cringle like chris and mingle for chips and passing blunts seems the thing of the past, I got to make rhymes stash, I am out to make cash, no trash or lame talk, real New York City talk or rather call it rap, I am balling phat, to make swollen stacks of green for the true cream fiend.

My rhymes.

I know where fiends be at and I am not straped yet, no time for side bets, I rather slide in coupe instead, hooping like free throws and more hype hits and type to spit hard, I fight punks from here to Island, in mean time keep my rhymes piling, wild styles to pitch and next snitch to diss, listen up no nosing in biz, 

The inflation.

my thoughts strike in a form of a rhyme and fine flowing, I am lowing in my driver seat thinking about a honey, she can't be with me right now, maybe later, am I being served like a waiter, ain't no playing amongst these haters, You thought of cooking weight, what will be the rate after the inflation, for me to get paid? I made up my mind to grind.

Flavour and the whole nine.

daily habit to bust a phat rap, so I am coming with ill paragraphs, no hash and no talking trash, the status I have to maintain, aim at the target and spark hits with calm ebonic bombspit, Asiatic kid is back with phat raps and beats, for the streets, check the stacks of lines fly designed with flavour and the whole nine.

Buckwilding.

ain't no playing with rap music, I am out to amuze don't be accused when I say rappers are wack, out like a wolf pack, once a cool cat now I straped with vocals like a scud, what mainstream wants guns are violence, my anger can not be silenced, I am buckwilding, got money to pile in meanwhile working the plans, no need for nine blam,

Queens thing.

the ill chapter like Nam flicks and vietcong shit, now my raps on dot com, ya digg, I did not came to peal wigs,the real deal with chill raps, enlighting like fight the power, I am holding the underground raps down so my hood, Far rockaway Queens thing is about bling and popping Dimple and never sing to cops, I too got my block, no reason for me to get knocked,

Cut or shoot.

trash rappers try, I can not let beef slide so soon or later my enemies are gonna get it, for now I am not sweating,
their ass they are betting, piece of cheese to regulate, I settle feud on a later date, should I cut them or shoot, I rather suck girls hoot, who is the next on to get the boot, check punk your girl is in my coupe, I am too smooth to talk more.

Snitches sing daily.

who drop hymns like gems, on the spin I begin with intense sentences like Allah U Akbar,
Farrock 5% godbody rock the party to make honeys shake the rear, I can tear up the stage with my pages well written, sitting on dubs and rock my Tims and snitches sing daily, Failed once for English since I rather sling hits and drink Baily's.

Classics

Pumping classics making cash as I am a mean green machine, loaded with vocals want the cord to dangle, got the game in chokehold and strangled, I tell you I wrap my self once in the star spangled banner, well mannered but rude who to test this sound boy, I haunt you and put the wrath upon you like Mozes, the chosen Congoid in motion, put it in motion like the ocean.

Hungry act.

bragging and boasting from coast to coast man, nines blam and peeps grind with their fam, I stimulate your brain like a narc with my raps, running laps show no flaw, low but making dough, paping off the beats and the flow,
I want more that I am laced in a hungry act, To serve a junkie pack with my rhymes and punchlines bust like nines,

Honeys.

blast no action some of these rappers, the laughter is loud about these crapers, making cake me I make it happen, gats clapping and I flow for the streets like wild river rafting, macking honeys and ain't getting no blacker, I get honeys of all shapes, I stick no braods, but hustle to get more papes, the first Congoid avoid cats slinging boy.

Heating the streets.

Hip hop fnanatic flow, I am at this bro, phat stacks of text bust off like a tech, wreck with ill styles and see my money pile, pampering fine honeys now, wow, still I build to be richer than Bill Gates, realer raps to make papes,
heating the streets to work for me, so much dope I lyrically put out Asiatic kid's styles  wild, hold down the grounds from overseas. What does it take to make these cheese?

Natural high.

classic raps like a scenery from Godfather movies, groovy true me to bust dope poetry, I ain't pitching rocks no more, core of art of war, flowing like a wild river, shook ones still shiver, lifestyle is sort of trife, shine like flashlights, massive action on paper like skyrockting  by natual high, staying fly and playing hard, me and your girl go against all odds.

Kiss.

there is a war waging, I got rap to pitch, fake rappers to ditch,
I take weight to bubble pies, there are so many troubled eyes,
heads hugging the sky, for what? high of bud, fly to die not like Icarus,
I kiss ladies with liquorous toungue, for what? just to get a nut.

red spots.

Icing and the cake I gotta make to put out, Kaphire got clout,
in this route I will show you what I am about, blazing hot like downsouth,
Asiatic kid rips flip and write pages for wages and rock stages, live and major,
you think not, me I do not get got, niggas are marked like red spots and locked in the head,

Mad paper.

another morning, brainstorming it on again, from here to Maine, the sain rapper,
gain green fiend like Rakim, the god remains never lame, plain english I sling,
vocabs are formatted to be flowing in dope patterns, soulful grammar,
vocals are designed fine lines with flavour mad major dig in and watch me get mad paper.

Get this butter.

venemous like a snake bite, tight like a hype white chick with china white, ignited under the moonlight like Arabian nights, pipes blow like quaker in a kilt, used to mingle with white filth, now I deal with fam, Asiatic black man state of mind never being found by others, see fool I am not your brother, I am from the gutter, get this butter,

I blast.

I deal with player haters daily, ain't it plain to see what these lames claim to be, I am free on the killing spree like Defari, the Asiatic black kid at this cop chris and pay deuce, no loose act, pack no mack, selling crack is thing of the past, punks have no class, while I blast raps like shots outta da chamber

like slugs

my raps skatter like slugs outta of a gat, what does it take for you to get clapped, and sliced,
I put my soul up to drink wine outta gold cups, so what my messaiah complex goes no further
than the hip hop fans, grams cut I slam guts, you are a shit nut, you will get gun butt and stucked and fucked,
I got my block, where feens dwell, where I serve my narc, it is sort of an art.