“We ain’t wordologistic masters
being we play in the visual of our environmental disaster
would lose the sane in streets so mundane
so into the game we entered mid o'height,the entry was fashionably pronounced late.”
“But that's the state when we begun,
and it's all through solid BMD fun,
do it 'cause we do, it happens and it's done,
anonymous there ain’t one,
there's two, and each shoe don't last
with the distance we've surpast.
The day depicts the vast display, many a way.
What’s drawn is drawn, BMD, we're like a fuckin’ plaster thorne,
morning of a new wave, no grave in sight,
it’s too late, we're tightly un-able to stop.Sorry, cop!”
“BMD's the city’s top new rash.
It’s all the hot girls we pash!
And survived the surprise bash,
no lies, no fame, BMD's just our name,
no spots untameable,
what we got's became ill fulltime,no aim for the financial dime.”
"Rhyme test, we're not proclaiming for the best,
we're just investing with the rest,
testing what's feasable,
metropoly's undiseasable pest,
streets art's protest on stereotypes,
in the dark or under lights, there we go,
with passive fights,
a rap we send,it’s BMD, your laughing friend."
“Somehow that evolved and a rap began. Enjoy! Thanks for running your page. It’s people like you that make the world shareable. BMD is your friend!”