Am to pm
Crispy the Biscuit, inside the building, repping like an armoured cab, breaking every barrier
Ok, one at a time, there go my rhymes
Crispy Biscuit is on a grind
No click-clack, just blaw
Do I make sense? Ha! Nah!
Spit's profound, yeah no doubt
Deep type flow, is all I know
Hit and go, man that's fo' sho' (for sure)
cnd pissing and crapping is all you know
cin't packing heat, 8+1
Mess with me, leave your family minus 1
cnd I ain't Jet, but I'm the 1
Talk that shit 'cause my spit weighs you down
Yeah that's right, my spit weighs a ton
I'm a full-blown looney, call me gloomy
Karate chop, call me Hong Kong Phooey
Yep, and that's how I live
From am to pm, am to pm
Grind so hard from am to pm
Chasing paper from am to pm
Living large from am to pm
Hasta la vista, there go' the looser
See that mamacita, scream mamma mia
Take it to the next level, you best believe that
Fuck with me, my rhyme gon see ya
Ma rap game's tight, Optimus Rhyme
Nope rewind call me Raptimus Rhyme,
Bitch slice time, I don't mind
You kicking and screaming like youse gon die
Step into the pub and order scotch on rocks
Drink till I'm faded order crotch on socks
Pistol talks, especially when cocked
Haters running scared 'cause the Biscuit rocks.
It's been so long, girl yeah
Let's have fun, girl yeah
Feel you from am to pm