Freddie Foxxx - Make 'Em Feel It Lyrics
This is another jam from F-o-x-x-xExtra-special from the master, so let's jetSpeakers are pumpin, so it's hard to surviveBut you need more than the cops just to save livesFasten your seatbelt, put on your crashing gearPrepare yourself for the single, Foxxx is hereLyrically fit like a mack man, comes equippedWith a guard and a style that won't flipI step smooth, I never break strideKeepin my man Kut Terror on the right sideYou got up to get down and got slappedTryin to get paid with some old bullshit Saran (W)rapI put the pressure on, touched a nerveAnd now you're outside, just a bum on the curbUsed to be the mack daddy of the microphoneBut you can't get nothin now cause (Freddie's home)I don't care if you're worldwide and your prideWon't allow you to play the sideCause you're just a mere mortal, nothin extraordinaryBeats are under-average and your rhymes are ordinaryI'm hearin pros on their third LP'sSoundin like a bunch of schoolyard MC'sMan, I wish I'd catch a rapper tryin to play my styleTellin people that we're cool with a grin and a smileI mush his face, give him a smackThen I slam him on his head and cut 'Foxxx' in his backWhen I tell him all the real bad things that I heardI'ma squash him like a dead birdAnd make em feel it[DJ Kut Terrorist cuts up](Can you feel it)I make a rapper feel the pain, rap's my tradeTo kick a rhyme ain't nothin, the key's to get paidBefore I made records you played me to the leftBut now you bought my jam and you run it to deathMellow rapper was smooth, remember the nameI used to wax chump rappers like it was a gameThe rhymes that I've accumulated and lyrically createdI counted and amounted everyone I ever statedPlay second fiddle to rappers, I hate itBut I made it and made it to the topNow I'm a lot of people's idol, it don't go to my headSuckers can't be me, they rather be deadLotta people do what I do, say what I saidBut then you always hear that people wanna be like FredI'm super nice with mines and I'm much sweeterThan any Tom, Dick, Bob, Harry or PeterCause I'm a general generatin rhymes at a 1000 wattsSimultaneously handin out knotsI'm a Foxxx rappin with class, I whip up pantsless assTake his cash and sit back and laughAnd make him feel it[DJ Kut Terrorist cuts up](Can you feel it)Now I'm a one-man choir, takin rap higherEx-friends lost their minds, saw me on the flyerAnd was buggin their eyes like neighborhood baseheadsTryin to convince themselves, "That ain't Fred"But my sound made you get down, you recognize my styleStarted to smile and gave me a poundWhen I broke it down ain't nobody wanna give me minesI came through like a champ kickin behindsMale and female, rappers as wellKnow they just can't front cause their rhyme'll tellLotta rappers fall off but keep on tryinBut they'll never survive cause they're slowly dyinEverybody has a posse and gases em upGets their braincells hype but that ain't enoughCause when it's rough and the pressure's too much to bearThat's when you notice - the posse ain't thereThen you're all alone with your microphoneFreddie Foxxx is in the vicinity scopin your homeTake your moms and your pops and your kids as prisonersAnd they become my brand new listenersFreeze, sucker, thought I'd warned yaThe triple x got to drop on yaNow you're layin on the sidewalk, I dare you to talkIf you can kick the right rhyme you can get up and walkBut if you don't, you'll be a pitiful sightI'll take your heart and take your micAnd make you feel it[DJ Kut Terrorist cuts up](Can you feel it)I make you feel itKut Terrorist(Can you feel it)Listen(Can you feel it)Make em feel it(Can you feel it)
