Biryani Beats in Queens

Ayo, Queens in the kitchen, smell that heat. Rice on the

rhythm, that spice so sweet. From Jamaica to the Brooklyn scene.

We cook dreams with that biryani steam. Biryani in the city,

flavor too litty. Cilantro drop, mix fast, no pity. Garlic,

ghee, yeah, the pot go spin. When the lid

go click, that's the win. Hoo, hoo. Bass on the

block, smell hit the lane. Taxi pull up, they know the

name. Layer that love, chicken or goat. Flavor so deep, it write a