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