It's Going Down

Yo Yo
Yo
Fro
Uhuh. Yuh
Aha
Yo
It’s going down when the FRO throw the crowd/
The whole folk in the town know when the FRO-FRO'S around/
Oh so homebound, homie, you don’t know my style/
The rodeo, I’ma show, people know that I’m on the prowl/
Even they know I’m the man of the millennium/
Might it be titanium, hear the man in the stadium
Vibranium/
IN me, is he — the Emmy award — winning emcee?/
The more I’m ripping ten feet, the boy gifted, any beat/
Drop top like hy-draulics in Compton/
Mind boggling often, rhyme methodical bar spit/
Let it trace, each mean cut/
Let me renovate the mind when I
Meditate in tee-pee huts/
I am not the one to Eff with/
Rhyme dumb when the best hit/
I’ve come to correct shit/
Ya’ll love when I bless hits/
Give thanks to the Most High/
When I go get crystal clear with my lake vision, FRO time/
Ayo Wait a minute
Did I just see it with my own eyes?
I blow by — leave Rappers in the dust cuz they got no drive
I keep cutting off my close ties and gassin till the smoke rise
No signs of stopping — Kept consistent with dope vibes
I came from dumb bummin now i’ma a young stunna
Keeping it one hunnid — that happened in one summer
I been gunning for the front runners
Posing for the front covers
They frontin and stunt numbers but really they drug runners
Y’all were too late now we’re playing by my rules
Young Rich homie — came up selling in high school
Knowing I’d die soon — my writtens get fine tuned
Fro and Nov hit the track like a couple-a typhoons
Yeah my pen is my weapon —
I Write, rhymes and wreck em
My timeline look like a lifetime of blessings
I’m underground
Where its old heads no younger crowds
Where Snares hit hard — boom bap like a thunder cloud
It going down in the underground