Jackin’ For Beats ’23

Jack '23!

(Verse 1)

My name is A-F-R-O, and I’m Jackin' For Beats
Less than a handful of emcees done had this masterful achievement
So, I came to go and flip beats that be public to the known eye
But I go release to no benefit, only for the love of rhyming

(Verse 2)

You see him emcee over EPMD indeed, when I breeze up on the M-I-C
On the scene like M-I-B
The neuralyzer be the pen I breed
The fury liеs with him to prove I be ahead of my lеague, I'm FRO

(Verse 3)

At my epicenter, I enter adventure, K-2
I came to commence a fable projection to my people like Pay Per View
In vision, and please attend while the pencil pay my dues
For my invention, I’m itchin’ for prey, cause FRO the sabertooth
Add you my collection, not able to lose
I’m like often off of the edge, often I said, have to display my truth
Cross my heart, hope not to die
A boss in the fort who go conquer lives
Crack a coconut, calm before the storm, the FRO gotta survive

(Verse 4)

I rock Stetsasonic, I’m playing the Delfonics
For 25 years of age, I’m here to stay as an old-school artist
I'm never here to fade, I never fear the fate of fallen
Ever here to entertain, still give the listener thought-provoking
Dialogue, while I can clear the page with difficult catalogs
Gleefully give ‘em the plague, Oppenheimer, the atom bomb

(Verse 5)

Gather around, it don’t even matter the sound
The FRO be ambassador now, the young OG that be surpassing the style
Nope, he better than now, slow beat, eloquent pal
Dome piece, head to the clouds, gon' be a technical foul
(FRO Thizzle!)
None need to be continued
Confucious, the son live through it to beat The Menu
I’m Willie Hutch, I’m Bobby Womack, Bobby McFerrin
Bobby Bryant, Baby Huey, rolled up in one FRO man

(Verse 6)

Why do any emcee thinkin’ he can go and match with mine?
Why do many compete with the F-R-O? (You) asinine
Might have to send 'em to sleep, they creep and croak like cattle line
I’m gon' have to turn beast on the beat, so peep the flow when I pass with fire
Predominant hoodlum, got weight like young John Goodman
Shock with a tectonic plate, step, and I make the world spun
Still rocking’ ever since 15 on Pro Tools
I made the noggin sharp, swift, serene with the soul food

(Verse 7)

Do the non-believing people think I can’t do it?
Who the one up on the heat to leave ‘em Vamoose with it?
Move along the feet, and get em to peep the damn tune with it
Who belong to the beat, I figure defeat (the feet) is where you stand through it
Still got it, still psychotic, I figure I never fought it, I am a prophet
I pardon, I’m proper, I be poppin’ the collar, and quite calm
And I’m off, when I’m done call me Papa!

Jack '23!