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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
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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
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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
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sound
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the same
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freddie the foxxx is a master, my mind builds faster, then the average
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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
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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
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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
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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
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The Master
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Freddie Foxxx |