Biscuit vision Pothole & Poet

Biscuit vision blazing, hotter than four burners on top of the stove of a cast iron oven flows sizzling like bacon in an iron skillet lyrical master chef killing it

Talking big, y’all ain’t pushin’ buttons

Poet OG, y’all become the subject

Think you spit flames, but the fire’s suspect

Step up in the spot, beats bang seismic

Foes looking nervous, landscape a crisis

Flow so tight, like boa constricting

Crushin’ these clowns, demolition listing

Top tier vision, y’all rappers my minions

Stuck in chains, while I’m making millions

Came from the broken glass city of the 4 1 9 baptized in the muddy Waters of the Maumee river where the beats hit first if you can’t swim with shark fins your going to drown

Claim you got game, but your career’s cursed king of the chest board I’ll leave you fools mated

Bought a new watch, but I’m racing time

Y’all chasing clout, while I climb the prime

OG status, biscuits talk ruthless

Rap game savage, leaving rivals toothless

King of the dirty South side , crown made of granite

Mic in my hand, planet’s volcanic

These cats tryin’ but can’t match my energy

Diet of beats, eating up enemies feasting naturally there flows are weak sounding like feans feasting on crack and promethazine

Devastating drops, make the crowd jump ten feet

Your rhymes like croutons, stale in the heat

Pro lingo sharp, every line precision

Biscuit vision OG, sipping on the shine smoking on the sticky fishing on the pond speaking of the water concrete boots now there fishing on the bottom time to taste the biscuit OG poet the vision got um.,

Name Pothole, asphalt assassin from Toledo plains,

Northside rebel, no leash, no chains,

Crops compatible, soil stay infallible,

Mess with me, yo fate turn regrettable.

Dream maker, life's debt collector,

Words slice sharper than a diamond-edged specter,

N.O.N, no options, no nonsense,

I’m the type to turn a handshake to a consequence.

Pothole deep, can't swerve too wide,

Pull 'em in quick, see the fear in they eyes,

No disguise, raw truth in these lines,

Northside legend, leave 'em fearing the climb.

Scenes gritty where the cold wind bites,

Under streetlights, Toledo’s frost ignite,

Break the gravel, unearth what they tried to tuck,

Life taker, when I move, it feels thunderstruck.

All terrain, can’t smooth me out, nah,

Watch 'em trip every step, ain't no southpaw,

Rise from the cracks, took a city with my name,

Legacy of dirt roads always wrapped in flame.

Pothole deep, can't swerve too wide,

Pull 'em in quick, see the fear in they eyes,

No disguise, raw truth in these lines,

Northside legend, leave 'em fearing the climb.