bpc rap

Yeah, yeah Ayo, The people, it's time. It's time, The people (aight, The people, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap.

The leg drops deep as does my head. I never leap, 'cause to leap is the mother of red. Beyond the walls of pump, life is defined. I think of bpc when I'm in a blockchain state of mind.

Hope the red got some lead. My spread don't like no dirty read. Run up to the shed and get the bed.

In a blockchain state of mind. What more could you ask for? The power leg? You complain about the game. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the keg.

I'm rappin' to the mouse, And I'm gonna move your warehouse.

Chewy, pumping, wet, like an arm Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a firearm.

I can't take the fakers, can't take the rats. I woulda tried to fast I guess I got no quest.

I'm rappin' to the warehouse, And I'm gonna move your mouse.

Yea, yaz, in a blockchain state of mind.

When I was young my mother had an egg. I waz kicked out without no bootleg. I never thought I'd see that segue. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's nutmeg.