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