Aussie, jamaicain, Hip Hop, reggae, positive vibes with alternative tang, bringin nothin but hotness, phat beats combined with ill rhymes, punchlines, batles, v
Yo I'm a hot lyke a summer day, hot lyke a runaway..
Truck & I'm on my way, to the top spot gonna find a way..
Tyme ta son another brother, just by cummin in ya mother face..
Cunt faced bytch, grip my dick, so suddenly..
Flip scripts anyway, I can when I'm cuttin chains..
Slick, yo I'm butter mang, born in the guttah, came..
Up lyke the sun, & rain, on ya parade..
When I talk, yo I stunt ya brain,
leave ya breath short yo I utter pain..
Fork in the road? thats when i walk in the other lane..
Lyke Dieverse, I got the force, but you dorks dont understand..
My thoughts are lyke cutter blades, swords that swing cunningly..
Awesome spit come again, U whores keep on runnin 'way..
Caught wit a gun in face..
Keep spittin fraud, yo you lost in this runnin race..
Lost, lyke in outta space, change ya name ta Robinson..
It's safe to say I'm mobbin dun, 'trickin you inmates', lyke I was a decept-a-con..
Niggas call me megatron, you the autobots, whut? nigguh we gon get it on..
Get you in a Grim-lock, & I'll squeeze yo' fuckin head ryte off..
Fuck around n get bucked up, lyke cleo did in Set It Off..
The 'Flow's so Ill, that I leave you seekin medical..
Attention, mention, my name again you dead son..
You flames'll need protection, when 'Flow is in yo' section..
Yo I gotta end this rhyme, I'm out of space lyke The Jetsons..
