Off the map

I blaze cubans with aroma, phrase glazed styles,
the low profile, the Asiatic child,
hold down the grounds from oversees,
I got to rap for my cheese, no need to be straped,
I front not, peace kids, ease and breath,
the scene lit like trees, the sqadron of supreme mc's,
at least I can preach peace in my thesis,
Like Jesus,

I represent the streets, the life and the rhymes and beats,
you know out to flow, staying low and playing big, my enemies
want to hold hands, that is not all man,
my style 360 degrees like the plasic plate,
the prolific raps, you can not mess with,
watch you step might collapse off the map kid.