The host

The host with the most to ghost rappers and go to spot to spot to get this butter, not a broke cat, remain in a dope act, like a bag of chips and all that, fallback I bring the sling of this rap thing, Malcolm X resurrection and Ghandi in action, Asiatic child wild with styles, for dough to pile, slow flow to fast black, I got to swing, Tiger Woods is back, The egg plant with bandana to match, I blow on the low to the globe to know the pro and raw with the steez, mythical like Icarus flip flap wings my kiss liquorous, ladies know,

Styles.

I am back with styles, I am packed with raps that pile like cash, kicking the quotes, taking notes like a students, cats sharping tudors, who does bust like Kaphire, I am here to tear up the roof, groove to the beats, streets are filled with scams, sling and grams, my fam on point, out to blow like joints, glow like ice, I am nice to put this down, holding down grounds, I get around like Tupac, not strapped with two glocks.

On tracks

I am on track, put my raps on wax, max and chill, murder raps for you, blow like trial, for awhile I got into trouble, now I bubble on the beats, heat the streets with my wisdom for your system, to uplift them out of the sorrow, hollow tips spitting my hobby, represent the Queens boro, so follow the leader like god Rakim, move the crowd you know what I mean, main theme of getting green.

Action

massive action like cars blasting while the gats clapping, ammunition for amusement, the gent to invent the paper filled with hollywood scenes, go through all the extreams and also get between, cream fiend, gleen mean, what it seems is glammer and glitter for the heads, do not sweat styles, got major weight to cook, the crook with the wicked schemes, kicking with the team, the gorillas out for the scrilla, the top biller,

The riffs.

plain rap sling, sain act thing, main kid that kicks wisdom to uplift with slick formatted dope raps, I dream big, get the cream kid, rappers seems sick, I got the cure with pure dosage, bloom like a orchid, school peeps to know the theme of the scheme, fiend for the green, I want cream and the whole nine, my raps designed to flow for it, score on the riffs.

Gat click

Shells blast, I last, ass rappers talk trash, peeps like hash pipes, I stay fresh with a fitted hat and Nikes,
bring the hype psyic unlike these lames with no game, some insane with no pain no gain, witnesses take off like aero plains, when thugs blow their blammers, scams and plots streets are filled with, how sick, always  that gat click.

Ill sentence.

I am on with my rhyming, fine lines are flowing, I am low in the drivers seat, survival of the species of the garden of Eden, on the microphone no matter the weather, all for the wealth and health, I dwell to find my way, I don't play with the streets, peeps are tucking heat, I speak of no greed when the beats spin, I begin with the ill sentence.

Like Marvel Comics.

colourful like Marvel Comics, I come with the slickest, out for the riches, building to make the ends meet,
to the beat and off beat, rappers are deceived by the plots and spots packed and I got to move in a manner,
not letting the blamers blow, grammar to flow, verbs mixed like herbs, you heard, not into bullcrap that gets me trapped.

Street knowledge.

Kicking wicked antidokte to fiends, the green mindstate to paper up, no controlling when there is the beast loose, mad grooves for to wreck and select a track I bring lyrics and stacks to break and mad paper to make, spit this street knowledge fluently, QU state all about shine, I am taking mine, Represent New York and the whole nine. 

Asiatic godbody.

I got to put action on paper like a movie, groovy like doo wop, no dealing with crooked cops, hopping outta the drops, eating Lachs, shining in my Yankee cap, used to be a lanky chap, Asiatic god body harvest the crops,
the cream of the crop, out for props, no more selling narcs, I am on the righteous path, streets run red, I am fed up, what the hell?