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
