Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Master, artist - Freddie Foxxx. Album song Freddie Foxxx Is Here, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 30.10.1989
Record label: A Geffen Records Release;
Song language: English
The Master |
I’m in the midst of the mike and I’mma get live and crazy |
cause I ain’t met rapper that’s yet to phase me beats are played like a horse in the third |
then the voice of the rapper freddie foxxx is heard |
(I don’t get that horse line either but keep reading) |
give in dough, if you bet and you hit, you a winner |
but rappers take a loss cause I treat’em like beginners |
now they wanna fight cause i wrecked the place |
and they mad cause they bet a against the rapping ace |
you got live, and pulled out mace |
but you caught it, buck fifty cross the face |
never have I ever took a loss in rhyming |
on the microphone checkin', cause it’s all timing |
(right here is where he starts to get ill) |
rappers are breeded on disrespect |
you can catch it like a shortstop, right in the chest |
I got access to beat and rhymes in artillary |
I don’t need to load cause ain’t nobody killin’me |
cut terrorist, boost the scratch track |
while I tell’em there ain’t no match |
cause I’m armor, and you a country jerri curl farmer |
still wearing 85'bombers |
there’s no way you get props you don’t deserve |
the only thing you get here is served |
not food or drink but this is pain |
raps the game, I take it to the brain |
took a rapper to the dungeon and wrecked his world |
laughed in his face while he cried like a girl |
I broke it down so he understood |
if you live by the laws of foxxx, you gotta be good |
bumped his girl his sister then his neice |
then stepped off like a natural born horse thief |
(those last few lines are my shit) |
raps the game, so do what ya gotta do to win |
as long as your in I learned that from my main man rap (kool g rap) |
who said if I always kept my microphone strapped |
I’ll bring terror and danger to beats and basslines |
cause my rhymes are like a loaded tech nine |
(hey, it was 91'he's allowed to be corny once in a while) |
on and on i go and I won’t stop the flow |
you ready for a break… no |
(he's been rhyming for quite some time now!!) |
I was a black child born with the mind to create words and rhymes that sound |
the same |
freddie the foxxx is a master, my mind builds faster, then the average rappers |
brain |
you might try and disconnect the power |
destroy the man that rhymes and rhymes for hours |
but you see I know what time it really is a lot of rappers pop up, then fizz |
cause when it’s time to see who’s the real boss |
they all sing like diana ross |
(the next few lines are on some ill rakimesque battle shit. don’t sleep) |
I set standards, follow my mind and calmly wait |
what I create you greatly appreciate |
I don’t fold under pressure and I don’t cry |
peep both my eyes and focus on the bullseye |
I’m the master when danger comes |
I wreck compitition, and label’em bums |
if you was nice before you ain’t nice no more |
freddie foxxx, top destroyer |
when I hit prime time airwaves with rhymes |
freddie the foxxx had time and the right style |
I stay cool, my head never swells |
but rappers got GEL-LED |
(that one is all about the delivery) |
juice was drippin’from your mouth, you were slobbin |
so mad at freddie, boy your head start throbbin' |
try to get paid on the sneak tip |
but once again. |
you slip |
I got control of your mind body and soul |
now you feel like your 90 years old |
crippled and crawlin', totally disabled |
beating your head with the mike and a turntable |
(fat) |
down to your last leg, beggin’for mercy |
this is what happen to those who try to hurt me come strong and you might get props son |
hold on tight to your rhymes, don't drop none |
(that's a clever one. it’s always in my head.) |
you think fast, freddie foxxx thinks faster |
cause I’m the master |