Hot like lava.

rhymes fine and grind for grands and sling no grams and do not eat swine or ham and man I am slam like a jam, you peeps pump slugs and I bug and hug ladies and some cats are bugging but I came to slam with the michrophe in my hand and do not try to play when it come to rap. I sample not to get by the plot, I keep it hot like lava.

Cappuchino.

styles I got keep the streets hot like Cappuchino from Star Bucks, leave you star struck and spark the target, with hard hits the God kid and I am Micheal Coreleon of 2012, all for the wealth, I bust and trust a select few, Fiends stand in the row, I am from Far Rockaway getting raw with the art of war like a China man, no grams, no ham but slow jams like Keith Sweat.

You Moohl.

I rule you moohl, like ceasar perhaps, that is the time for you to get clapped, either you come straped, I trap fronting asses, teach them a massive styles, like combat waging you ain't writing no page man, mind on copping grams, me not busting shells, I butter the tracks well like breakfast toast, honeys I scoup with smooth moves.

Wake up.

I am balling and grinding to get swollen stacks, I am all that when it comes to making ill tracks, the top biling to get the dollars, holla for a soulful vocals to go global like Fed ex, Mad lads are packed, spill brew and go to war, thoughts are mad poor, rotting to the core, bragging about drinks are poured, others nag, if brothers lack,
I bounce like skippy ball, wake up practice harder you.........