Lyrics
Da mic
I wreck the mic
FRO, let's make some history
Typically, that's what it's meant to be
When the heat gets sent to me, won't skip a beat
Pressure on the lesser MCs, I see 'em tremblin'
Killin' it, I'm raising the adrenaline in Michigan
Great Lake Warrior sellin' out auditoriums
And fillin' up euphoria, knowin' that you victorious
Never quit, history is written by who tellin' it
It's evident, respected, everything else is irrelevent
Battle tested, I hope you invested some protection
I'm a veteran, I'm watching you throw an interception
You a beginner, we ain't in a similar state of mind
Boss talk, you the one that I gotta make resign
Fill out the paper work, yeah, I'm watchin', so stay alert
You better bail, I give 'em hell, so stay in church
You a stain on this game like somethin' spilled on my favorite shirt
I got this shit on lock and you can't break the curse
Diggin' up bodies for hobby, probably 'bout to depart
All your posse, and possibly I'm about to be a somebody
When the problem pop up, I be The Equalizer to wipe out
Many that wanna try me, I'm eager to line up my target
Completed what I accomplished, the Beetlejuice rhymin' monster
I eat through the rope and chomp it, defeat me is not an option
The fury of the road that my feet ever burned on
Clearly I am old enough to preach what I've learned from
Make noise, no contest, a nice measure
The voice with the complex button, pushin' to write better
Go through some thangs for the life that I imagined
Broke through the chains with the fire in the abdomen
Believe the behemoth, I beat 'em when I breathe a beautiful banger
To put ease in every MC that can see I'm the future remainder
Takin' everything I got with a plot, I jot to save the world
Whether I be rockin' it under the ground or I'm makin' it popular over the globe
And I get to go opertate, on the play, on the way to the honor I unfold
When I end up in a calm state, I pontificate confident p-poetry
When I rip it apart, when I gotta commend it
I'm bendin' a bar, what I drop in a second
I lit 'em all, hit 'em all, diggin' the dirt with the brawl
And I figure I'm under impression
To kick and then stomp with a break to the bone
When I'm able to pick it apart with impeccable pain
To the foe that I'm able to go to the grave when the FRO in a battle
The ammo, the Alamo animal
Ever the effort, I'm givin' the gift to the greater good
And I maybe would get the weapon, when the pressure get to where it shouldn't
Better get to motherfuckin' steppin'
Wonder where everybody crept in
Blessed FRO presence, Best flow perfectionist
Da mic
I wreck the mic