[Verse: A-F-R-O]

I've done some dumb-ass things
Like bustin' up mics, fuck up, I'm fussin' to fight, can't run past me
I'm too fast for a fat guy, my sprint in A-1
Lacerate all these rap guys, admit it, I need lungs
Marathon spitter, beyond the air that I deliver
Stalk the night with my Blair Witch Project n***as
I be like come hither, my brother, whatever I figure
I figure 8 the blicky, itchiest trigger finger to date, depart 'em
From the season of winter all the way to autumn
I eat ‘em on any type of frequency or a rhyme to follow
Get ya dime to swallow my next generation
And when you rhyme it’s hollow, my eyes intimidation
There lies a situation, weird mind is in my place
Bare lies in any statement, sheer fright in all they faces
You fucked up, don’t underestimate the bass-line
FRO under stress, but creative mind
Don’t wanna test, but I may confine
Plug the mic in ya chest, in ya flesh
With the vocal, karaoke with your mind
The best, Professor X type shit
When I bless the beat, invest, and yes, the next might hit

[Outro]
And I'ma do my thing
FRO Thizzle go and do his thing
One time, and I'ma do my thing
FRO Thizzle go and do his thing

So fresh and so effervescent
Is that a word?