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