Napalm Flow

Y'all Mother fuckers want the smoke get ready to inhale,"Biscuit Vision Poet' Spittin' rhymes sharper than a bayonet,trust,

op's fall back can't handle my thrust.

Poet's pen glows like a flamethrower blast,

Smokin' on that R J pack,I outlast.Rolling through the verses like a tank in the brush,Lyrical napalm leave 'em all in a crush.

Courting danger like Charlie in the night,

My words like tracers light up the fight.

Droppin'a-bombs,lyrical napalm packs,

Egos get crushed in my poetic attacks.

Risin'from the jungles,guerrilla style,

Destroyin'oppositions with Vietnam guile.

Spotting fake an foneys with infrared skill,

My flows assassinate,sharp kill

Hear the roar of my metaphors' art,

Rifles fire verses,tearing them apart.

Radio silence when I start spittin' true,

Op's spit weak,Southerner comin’through.I'm a poetic sniper,aim steady, never miss,Watch 'em fall,words cut sharper than a shiv.Helicopter hover,boostin’ up the place,

Battles get fatal,watching ‘em erase.

Behind enemy lines,metaphors get wild,

Napalm flow scorching their styles caught defiled.Speakin' napalm packs,lyrical a-bombs fallin'Enemies duck when the mic starts callin'

Tet Offensive,words sharp like shrapnel op's play soldiers get dismantled.Rolling thunder,spit flows like artillery

Enemies crumble under lyrical mastery

Helicopter blades spin bringin' the blast

Rhyme guerrilla,dismantling bars ain't meant to last.

Poet smokin'R J packs in the trench

Verses hit harder than a Claymore fence

Charlie in the trees,I'm napalm ready

Stompin through the jungle machete steady.

Dust off the mic lyrical M16 Rattlin'off bars,rapid fire machine Incoming heat,ain't no bunker can save Under my verses whole battalions laid.Rolling thunder,spit flows like artillery Enemies crumble under lyrical mastery

Helicopter blades spin,bringin' the blast

Rhyme guerrilla spitting napalm flows

Rhymes off the barrel,words hit like flak,

Poet with the smoke roll up that R-Jack,

Droppin'lyrical napalm,enemies feel the heat,

Charlie in the bushes,snipers can't compete.

Metaphors poppin',convoys under attack,

Pressure on the front line,watch 'em all crack,

Guerilla tactics,words creep in the night,

Movin'like shadows,enemies take flight.

Poet with the venom creepin'through the jungle,Drumbeats boom loud,make 'em all crumble,Verbal artillery, never out of ammo,

Speakin'codes,dismantlin' their famo.

Tunnels underground lyrical escape route,

Sneakin through lines taking clout without doubt,Enemies fall flat,gettin'caught in the sweep,Poet on the prowl,no mission too steep.

Helicopter echoes,blades spinnin' wild,y'all been

Runnin'from ghost stories since y'all's been a child,Boots on the ground,makin'rhythms clash,Enemies retreat when the poet starts to flow op's y'all want the smoke get ready to inhale poet's a lyrical list green beret running through the jungle dropping foes with napalm flow y'all mother fuckers want the smoke get ready to inhale come get it come get it poet's s scorching Op's with napalm flow