Freddie Foxxx - The Master Lyrics
Im in the midst of the mike and imma get live and crazyCause I aint met rapper thats yet to phase meBeats are played like a horse in the thirdThen the voice of the rapper freddie foxxx is heard(I dont get that horse line either but keep reading)Give in dough, if you bet and you hit, you a winnerBut rappers take a loss cause I treatem like beginnersNow they wanna fight cause I wrecked the placeAnd they mad cause they bet a against the rapping aceYou got live, and pulled out maceBut you caught it, buck fifty cross the faceNever have I ever took a loss in rhymingOn the microphone checkin, cause its all timing(right here is where he starts to get ill)Rappers are breeded on disrespectYou can catch it like a shortstop, right in the chestI got access to beat and rhymes in artillaryI dont need to load cause aint nobody killin meCut terrorist, boost the scratch trackWhile I tellem there aint no matchCause Im armor, and you a country jerri curl farmerStill wearing 85 bombersTheres no way you get props you dont deserveThe only thing you get here is servedNot food or drink but this is painRaps the game, I take it to the brainTook a rapper to the dungeon and wrecked his worldLaughed in his face while he cried like a girlI broke it down so he understoodIf you live by the laws of foxxx, you gotta be goodBumped his girl his sister then his neiceThen 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 winAs long as your inI learned that from my main man rap (kool g rap)Who said if I always kept my microphone strappedIll bring terror and danger to beats and basslinesCause my rhymes are like a loaded tech nine(hey, it was 91 hes allowed to be corny once in a while)On and on I go and I wont stop the flowYou ready for a break...no(hes been rhyming for quite some time now!!)I was a black child born with the mind to create words and rhymes that soundThe sameFreddie the foxxx is a master, my mind builds faster, then the average rappersBrainYou might try and disconnect the powerDestroy the man that rhymes and rhymes for hoursBut you see I know what time it really isA lot of rappers pop up, then fizzCause when its time to see whos the real bossThey all sing like diana ross(the next few lines are on some ill rakimesque battle shit. dont sleep)I set standards ,follow my mind and calmly waitWhat I create you greatly appreciateI dont fold under pressure and I dont cryPeep both my eyes and focus on the bullseyeIm the master when danger comesI wreck compitition, and labelem bumsIf you was nice before you aint nice no moreFreddie foxxx, top destroyerWhen I hit prime time airwaves with rhymesFreddie the foxxx had time and the right styleI stay cool, my head never swellsBut rappers got gel-led(that one is all about the delivery)Juice was drippin from your mouth ,you were slobbinSo mad at freddie , boy your head start throbbinTry to get paid on the sneak tipBut once again..you slipI got control of your mind body and soulNow you feel like your 90 years oldCrippled and crawlin, totally disabledBeating your head with the mike and a turntable(fat)Down to your last leg, beggin for mercyThis is what happen to those who try to hurt meCome strong and you might get props sonHold on tight to your rhymes ,dont drop none(thats a clever one. its always in my head.)You think fast, freddie foxxx thinks fasterCause Im the master
