F.P.C

I'm at the forefront with 3 at the back

The iron jaws of an animal feeding on wax

I grab the motherfuckin mic, start speaking the facts

Spitting raw raps homie so you need to relax

Jimminy cricket, Primitive stickers

Lyrical fire ether demon breathing Prim at his sickest

Got out of my proximity, I'm laying a boundary

A thousand hours later yeah they try and surround me

I ain't about to say it just to save the open mic

Its a paradox, introverted socialites

Grab your prototype, bona fide golden mic

If you stepping in the cypher then you better hold it right (no shit)