Book of Rhymes

Teaching kids to bake cakes like an Aardvark

What a wonderful time today to make pop tarts

Some peoples best hideouts is a cop car they favorite litter box

Whiskers smell the cheese, Jerry, in the trenches for white glitter rock

You'd be aback by how many grams in the fish

Never in depth unless it's in a bitch

Ziplock the speaker, ships can be sunk by loose lips

Wrap the rats with nooses I'm real and don't need to prove it

Move when bodies cover me from light

The crosshairs might just right

The drug world recognizes me, idolize me, I'm on top of the list

Green portraits all around me need to calculate it with an abacus

Cook up grams to make a killing avalanche in no time

Go HAM with the pen in my book of rhymes

 

Hide it in some reptilian skin in the trunk flour fires out operations

Alit piu alti should give me a raise for compensation

Abaft the car ops face embedded with scars

Life was easy, playing the game hard

Tried to abandon Snow White left herein the trees

Both came back to me, life really how to deceive

Some say Cocaine made me into a porky

Others say I stole riches from thieves that number in forty

Don't base my talents because your painting wrong

Don't create a challenge because you can't make a great song

Out the shadows and into the white markets

You know dem pink peeps have more green in they pockets

Sell em anything from lean, Caine, weed, to poppy seeds, anything for cash

Grow out the company, seeing my competitors fell a bit abash

Cook up grams to make a killing avalanche in no time

Go HAM with the pen in my book of rhymes

 

Buy a snowflake to profit off of the avalanche

Government can't abate the snow sheet in the black market, so there I dance

Exchanging you a commodity, white to green, mouth to ear

Allow you peers to be near so you both can dive into my piers

I'm the abattoir of noses

Commissar of street coke jar, skiing through the snow bis

Frozone's super suit is what he wears each day

Afforded by inhaled flour, burnt leaves and purple haze

Invade me circle, fade your face, entangle your neck with a noose

Kick you out of your business, make allies not stand by you, live like a recluse

Black man handling a white industry, I'm a systemic racist

My corporations run fast bands while causing other snow movers to do a facelift

Mouths are weird shut, they manage to figure out everything don't you see

Maybe one day they'll discover the next Inca te

My sons will make a greater impact than me like the snow derives from the leaves

Cook up grams to make a killing avalanche in no time

Go HAM with the pen in my book of rhymes