Tarantino

[Scratches: inDJnous]
Da mic
I wreck the mic

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
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
A feelin' of 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 invest in 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

[Verse 2: A-F-R-O]
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

[Scratches: inDJnous]
Da mic
I wreck the mic