At 93 til’ Infinity, niggas spitting to a high degree, and gon’ be on a Killing spree and shouts to Dilla beats and Wu-Tang, we just a Millimetre away of getting cream and fed to see the Souls of mischief fly to home in pristine and to hold, not miss Me, fly the lotus with clean entrance, whole wide World gon’ try be watching, convince me, to staple north shore Photos on walls to go and mourn, good times and good things that I’d be missing like the city, if I’d want to bring back seventies for Father he singing Bo Rhap, both raps I’ve made, I Flow but no masquerades, I wrote to throw tamtrum, raid the home but not camp a day, childish naggers pray on hope to stay awake my Love, to say Laneway’s the one and spark arena is a must, the dark scenery Dust to dust, cloud one we reach and crowds run a moshpit, I’m certified on it Crash dropping open bars don’t need a key or a lockpick, back on serving more bars to match an Alcatraz convict, we Conflict and trap the microphone like a hostage Eagle eye when any stage is open for a hogging Right into the play without an ID or login, lobbing In the lobby where the rhymes from Jay are mad lost in Open up the wrapper we gon’ get the sweet out Stoked to be a rapper need to get my piece out, not peace Out, still peace to any nigga that is bound to see it all Front-to-back applaud for that nigga Afro Freddofrog No longer seated on a bench, I’m on the beats and feed the Rest of shit, mess this bitch and thread this shit together Bread and fresh cheddar we gon’ grab it quick we better find New fine troops for live niggas on iTunes, the vibe playlist, dreams happen hope we afford it, it’s 20 wave caps, with speakers on bumping Doris, sun’s Genesis supersonic efforts we gon’ ensure it Bring that bass and chorus back my afro nigga Open up the wrapper we gon’ get the sweet out Stoked to be a rapper need to get my piece out, not peace Out, still peace to any nigga that is bound to see it all Front-to-back applaud for that nigga Afro Freddofrog

There might be war so the mike ready for my heavy pen, please Let me write, record another record for heavy weapons, in Sixty seconds, sixteen is up for grabs without questioning I hope to ring up Liam and question if he got bread to bring I better have understood this warfare and if I'll like it for Adding joints and joining this bounce, for awful arthritis In broad taste, landlord hates, hatred for the front door to take, tape Mouths shut when they call Ermey if caught without a war face And get the first take for primary that the war hates Too poor to afford a place, in case that corner store roof breaks Do not touch be careful, just be ready for doomsday My birthday 21st May you gimme that loot tray, so Groove stays on my bass line, the great vine, don’t save time for What other groups make, so I'm bound to push those new mates Over, kill an evil empire and ride with De La Rocha and Pushed around the same time my birthday present was Daytona I'm begging over and over, for lines for hours "But We don't need to show, you Jackal that world is ours" It's packed with punchlines sour than sour patches on acid you Cowards wouldn't even take it so gimme all I'll devour packed with Power gorgeous as the beats by Kanye, we’re bound to count the Amount of times you niggas get fouler so make sure it gets louder Grab another bladed blender, start to grind these niggas into Powder, or mix em' all up into chowder Cos‘ now it's word to wound up Padawans, grounds we battle on Got to smack them babies at their christening but they're not yet Born, gotta start the bonfire, on foot, all Rapping from childish niggas that have em bitch and all sook, huh Cos sookie sookie niggas wasn't shit, never fucking Fit not even earlier, their baby hair curlier Stick to Dunkin' Donuts when its Dilla on killing sprees Name in all caps when you're doomed with me and Madvillainy

Hungry in that summertime, still starving in that winter weather Better when my head is springing up from being fed to getaway I’m set to stay from stressing, pray for Freddofrogs my nigga Hungry in that summertime, still starving in that winter weather Better when my head is springing up from being fed to getaway I’m set to stay from stressing, pray for Freddofrogs my nigga And I am gone to finding out, if I have time for fun Summertime, 6am, the worst pisstake sent to Welcome mats, seldom grab shit wrist grazed, Jack selfish with that Pen, the bent bucket hat was well, now well worn Storms gone dawn i don’t judge it for what i fell for Grab the sprite from a shelf torn, night and peace’s out to many well stores to keep my pennies I’m in, I’m on the maximum Jackal in the back with my chin up make sure you go pass to him Jackal in the back with chin up make sure you pass to him well stored to keep my pennies i’m in, I’m on that maximum Jackal in the back with chin up make sure you pass to him well stored to keep my pennies I’m in, I’m on that maximum Hungry in that summertime, still starving in that winter weather Better when my head is springing up from being fed to getaway I’m set to stay from stressing, pray for Freddofrogs my nigga

Ran em’ Ritz and I’m Ripping through potato packages, matches lighted from yapping shit Magnum fit in the wrapper infinite rapping with a Map for navigations, scavenge the back of an ice-cream van for crisps Tic-Tacs for likely stamina, go stack my ear Drums with ear candy, standing on a corner, what time is it to Tip, hand me fifth dollar notes, dip to dominos very quick Open the door for those, thoughtful to not go close it bitch Couldn’t be arsed to tell, still fuck on find what horoscoping is Photo views, borrow vision clear for next year, scoping within 2020, follow listens closely, tomorrow chooses Sorrow for those missing many varied moments wrote a few Emotions so I’m coping with shit, hope I do Later, dare I don’t in when I turn a page up, I told I drew Everything in that front, empty led up in the backseat Getting fed from the trunk, penny less for the packed fee Taxi, driver De Niro lend free the dash deeds Laps heat, fear I don’t have daring legs or the fast feet To get a dairy greeted, the only twelve bus speeding past me Attached key, only item worth tonight, I guess I have to Thank me but at the same time fuck my paper not coming-in handy Lard snackies, chip crumbles along the margin Pennies, blue pen ink smothered across the palm shit Denny’s food sent-in, covered along a calm trip Pardon for my messiness, repeat to where I started Ran the rhythms dirty bastard, thirty Mastered minutes say I’ll it serve it after listens, old prayers Tip, you firstly seated tapped in tonight, listening “Bitch you thirsty so please go grab a sprite”, my Lips through turning so it’s beaten, chapped and dry, spit Back through burning I’m black too but bright, I’ma Shine through a journey, a journal not left behind, share with Nicholson first names for jokes back to jacking an easy ride Nigga needs legs for a sprite, nigga really needs Another pair of legs for a sprite, better feelings teased for another keg of more sprite, let a nigga breathe For he really begs for more sprite, wishing never to see Chips and Seafood, take away the legs, your pinky helps pays the ten, go Tend to stay sane from begging bullshit unless I pay my friends Paint a bad habit, having shit a nigga says the bends Don’t break, we not the bank Bands running, jewels making bags heavy killing ankles Tangled necklace, mike for grabs, my LP spinning thank you for your Service, sand in curtain visions, space them programs, sought the Kerbal Popping purple rain have an army corned, call me a colonel, or a Prince, price rising when Freddo’s printed on, refurbished keeping Niggas stirring, that’s the first thing furnaced for those verses bitch And what’s a nigga to do for swerving bullshit Turn the nuisance, serving far from droogies in a circus stupid Heard you foolish, the larger the food is, the stomach gruelling, saliva Shooting, fire booths in the roots don’t make us fall apart, we booting On Nigga needs legs for a sprite, nigga really needs Another pair of legs for a sprite, better feelings teased for another keg of more sprite, let a nigga breathe For he really begs for more sprite, wishing never to see Nigga needs legs for a sprite, nigga really needs Another pair of legs for a sprite, better feelings teased for another keg of more sprite, let a nigga breathe For he really begs for more sprite, wishing never to see Nigga take your time if you need to But it ain’t be well spent like your money or your green, fool Nigga take your time if you need to But it ain’t be well spent like your money or your green, fool

Who is this jackaltheblackal motherfucker? He can’t even pronounce Freddofrog right Nah, nah, nah man pronounces it like “Freddofrog” Like what the fuck is wrong is you? Look at this goofy motherfucker as well He looks like an off-brand Lil Tecca anyways with those freeform dreads They look like mouldy spaghetti growing out of his head It’s been what, like four or five months since he was gonna release his mixtape Man can’t manage his time for shit Guy’s music sounds like some Bollywood Earl Sweatshirt type shit anyways I still can’t believe he made this shitty interlude at my house Like what the fuck Alright, now I’m not gonna lie though His music slaps like I fuck with it But I just can’t get over “Freddofrog”, like what the fuck

Tracks for being better at walking, my nigga back off Front-to-back applaud for a nigga go tip your hats off And pray for a black frog, tap masses for the matches by the passive amps playing up patterned rap songs Battery-ran baton, UE boom spit your way through Fade you by keeping the tap on, running quickly a ran-on Sentence, record keeping the room spinning, sure keep the fan off Fat top jacket, face warming til’ blowing bad coughs Bastard keep an afro decor, teeth poor, keep the twisting triggers up, gunslinger we on a freeform Feeding from filled-up plates, peace’s to all them prayers and I’m Seeing them older days when they preaching a followed saying, God’s Sake, nigga separated the dirty palms altogether but I’m Better off betting I’m bound to losing my temper from bunny Fronts, I’ve pounced a great soul eight miles to that west ago Running to the pedal pro, thought that it was had best you know Nigga, was it that hard to swallow Running back to vegetables, wish I did it

My afro moving messier than bushes, tells I’m Pushing out quadruple of bullets from nozzles back on my Bullshit, no pulling muscles from tonsils want to be taken Tape measure tumble your throttle once really waiting Awakening, niggas better for startles, a start for stapling Freddo charts, staples at stakes, overstay welcomes, we Well-in that well; overfill to maple syrup pavements Pays more writtens but saving your bitch tasting, the Trays-in a train, waving you waiting lay back, patience a Patient gon’ pray, planning with posing pay-back, pain is up In my back; the paper gon’ paint it black, blank face Rolling when a schoolboy knows the queue to fill a piggy bank Pinky turned bastard when a rude boy ain’t giving back Backstab answers when a decoy bad-lipping shit Lipping stacked, lip-read like a nigga 9k, 3k to Triple stacks, trick the scene like Kubrick’s about it when Equipping the camera angles, grip on groups for the flicks to match Skipping, tabs to manual, gear on sixteen the pen intact Make it back you living for steering after my pen and pad with Sevens fed the packet of Jackals, prevent a medic pack Back depend on fearing I’m listening for go on ten perhaps Pans on end for searing my fucking lips with the tenant cracks Been a bad nigga, I’m hearing to slump the center grabs Sinning mad turn to menace I’m meant for amps so I better rap Bet I’m packed for it, I’m patched for it, ain’t that foreign To the matches stored-in, when toe-to-toe you get capped scorching Borderline gore when the doors are open, you slam for it Ran poorer saw the light, saw it’s mine; far from slap drawings Either that or I’m Dad with the matted raps say I’m Catching your flattened ass with the fans in my other hand and that’s Facts in a baggage, bagging a couple bodies, you didn’t learn to Adapt and you damned when redacting your laps it happens you Ran away, stamp the breaks when on the way I pass your plate Driving through abundance in punches I can afford it, that’s Saviour with the pair of arms never plastered, slap a born loser On, putting niggas on blasters near stacks of stormtroopers God, pulling tricks from that past, still couldn’t mourn sooner Monsoon, full it’s in form, fill up with talks ruder Tall neck, torso looking bruised, bruise up to ballsy boosters Boots to kick up stalls next to top of cooked-in colossal cuckoo Cloudy looking heads bout to pop or poof with a portal shooter Half my life been more than a free man to go immortal moving Hands fluent in combat, dumb mics record tunes with Tooth crooked, left for dead but stand a fortress, thoughts grooving Off, said I’m deaf when the booming bashes canals, set to Bed, guess I’m dead when the room is crammed on its own nigga Said you ain’t the nigga but Dilla beats do nuts, filling me Up with couple heats and bread go rise, time the heart pillars

Slipping finally from my Psyche til’ I find me psycho for a sight of cypress Sounds of silence signed by hills with sixty-four bikers, bind with Buying burnt bakery goods and lying on couches, learnt Writing words for pouches beyond boundaries of reciting quotes from Amount of Kubrick’s truest works from foolish niggas gone to rubrics When I loot this, coolest flows for being fluent in Cartinese Arteries, help avoid “pardon mes”, take newest thrones Watch it for the Jay and Ye’ like Truman Show to Carter 3 Wayne’s World, grab the mic, flying-by when I started these My own poems those stained words used to be hard for me To try and think of ways to burn on rhythms with written blurbs Turn from stern face but back to Phineas and Ferb, you kidding To I turned back to being a kid, I had learn to bridge Connections to my letters thanks to bFM, you heard right I’m writing on that nine-to-five til’ I hear them birds flight, these words Tight enough to have them building booming in these worst nights of Being cursed, tired and thinking it was that first time of Metro to curb myself when beats to paper and tryna burst, I’m tryna Find and learn to write a verse and tryna find the purpose to write Look, cos’ when I’m tryna Find the compass it will always need to come with purpose Word to Tribe: “Thank you for your service” Thankful for my birth wish, refurbishing wasn’t certain for the curtains of my Eye balls cos’ I’m personally feeling sleepy, hope that I fall on the Mattress when I’m rapping for I’m grappling the batch of static niggas While I’m actually battling with mad menaces, was I really meant for Being fit for bad temperament, temperature rising when for Chasing mazes of afro-centred amazing raps, wrapping up these Filetted sentences, i’m bent up with these lazy naps, days been Trapped with bedrooms; Jay-Z bumping in the back with pastry puffings In my lap, I’m staying comfy with a stack of blueprints in their Pack, I’m packed of boom baps for backpack teen to turn backpack Rapper, you gon’ pass that batter, it’s batter-up to all these Bastards with no backup but a batch of weak bladders, leaking Past their pants, atcha hoe, afro growing past the toes Grabbing knowledge each day, spitting more shit than a cat should know Hope they ain’t gon’ flag the video, hope they wit’ it bro Cos we still ridin’ on shit Cos when I’m tryna Find the compass it will always need to come with purpose Word to Tribe: “Thank you for your service” Cos’ when I’m tryna Find the compass it will always need to come with purpose Word to Tribe: “Thank you for your service” When I’m tryna Find the compass it will always need to come with purpose Word to Tribe: “Thank you for your service” Cos’ when I’m tryna Find the compass it will always need to come with purpose Word to Tribe I can tell you that my Parents needed the space since 2001, dawn was an odyssey No sun shining or clock working, past orange skies were bothering these Full times, hard as metal; the crumpled jackets that were on to me My eyes wide shut to strange happenings I still ain’t used to honestly Brings me back when I was twelve on campus Danny’s Atrocity Exhibition captures me with love for pads and apostrophes I got to breathe, give me chance, I gots to see a Monumental moment for the mother I hope to honour, she gon’ See well front-to-back, the massive metropolis monthly, must for breeze Machine on-screen, the man for means came a long way from a fucked-up teen Fun gone pre-days, I see braised ways for puffer cheese Something for another green pay, no attention to the Tougher dreams, rough around the scene of red and green from the traffic Attics of the temple sway from statics we go at it with Illmatic, ill we mad shit on a state of mind for rapping Thanks to my people who had fought for dreams to happen

Ballsy with the bank or trolley full of Brownies, Cadbury, cotton fury candy competent Caught-in kitchens cooking with a couple keys, board the windows Off, shouts to my confidence, made for the concert since my First attempt on talking with the one I wish I was Walking with when the weekends was wrapping up within the months of Growing up, hands moving fast, past Dad is doing calm Last grab to foolish starts, hardly mad at losing cards Out of my hand, Jack of all Trades may be back to Drawl states, all days about to play into board games Bored, strained my eyes with stained table clothes from four grape Juice cartons, spit my heart with a missing darkened war face Bat-shit crazy, I’m a joker, wish I wore braids Pray to a based-god but also pray to be a cold day Get paid in expired Nerd candies that a store gave Pharrell on the playlist with a straight banger boost up more craves Walk away on by, fuck tryna grab and scrape-in more plays Isaac Hayes w/ Bar Kay’s; all day whilst in the arcade Guess we still playing, but not when figuring where my bars lay, that Freddo kicks it off so you gon’ replay back to the start, bray

Front-to- Back an Afro Freddofrog, the bag get a long, depend on Shredding, stabbing tops of leopard patterned packets on the counter Convey a second song, a seperate one from single patches, spit some Sour saliva back in a sink, flavour sachets stacked with plates Jack on mad vacations, rack up Ye’s all up gone to waste Caught ya taste buds acting up, hard backing up to your talk your way Walk away out of this, I bring em’ back when I brought your tray and Thought a way to serve the best today, needed to crack the case Wrap the stay, back to swerve the misery in its place, try Missing me with that bullshit, when I’m clueless, preserve to pissing niggas Off, try on spitting through my gap tooth, turn to nipping tic-tacs Adjourn for writtens, see a dentist, yelling reserved an injury for my Taste, teeth tripping live, lips are dry but I’m living life Listening tied down, giving mine and every single little Bit of rise, seven seas of rhye, heaven, beats and rhymes My queen frees my mind when I was eleven reaching shine inside A dark place, need to peep outside beside a nine-to-five School day; only thing that’s killing time Still the aged chimes giving cries a try Back-to Front an Afro Freddofrog, said to get along, with high Pairs, find care, try better songs, fight tension with Dry snares, write to my pink-dyed hair brother, have Simon over there covered, all fine my fro barely covers two minds fairly cluttered, fear nothing with a long nose Had one since scuffed Nissans, battle-scarred more than the bronco John knows we homies til’ we top pros, wicked wings through the Potholes, growth stronger so us flower blooms prevent a Stockholm Songs hold boy firmly through your powered homes, own the moulded Ten toes hold position can’t allow to lose my grounds follow- Up, gentle them vagaries keep the sounds always fresh, swallow Shut, sugar bakery items peep amounts for me to rest, probably Enough for now, that past lives forever like Aaliyah, and it’ll See ya, never left ya hanging always, really kept the nigga face Come back to Glenfield Tai, bruh