[Intro: samples]

[Freddie Foxxx] [Let me tell you]

[Who's the real divine?] [You like that]

[Freddie Foxxx] [Let me tell you]



[Verse One]

I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone

I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home

Bumpy ripping everything known, block every blow zone

I make you sit your ho ass down, turn off your microphone

Cause after me its un-rippable

I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable

I got miles of styles, you must be out your motherfuckin brain

To think I'm not the nicest in the game

Disconnected from your mainframe, punched cocked

Twirl your nose up Murray the cop, to the beat down you don't stop

When Fox and Bumpy keep it hot

End the whole beef with just one shot, niggaz I fear not

This piece of steel with the screen on top

Projects uncut chyna white dope

Leave a freeze in a nigga throat

I fight for this like the right to vote

The poison I spit, they'll never be an antecdote

You niggaz thought I put my mic down

Cause the industry's scared cause I put my fight down

Before I do that, I sell it out the trunk and make a mill

Now thats a real rap nigga deal

In 99 I'm droppin niggaz like flies

Fuck flowin, I'm turning niggaz into Jesse Owens

Cock the four pound, keep it going, I'm in your dresser room layin

You bitch ass niggaz just start prayin baby



[Chorus:]

Rhymin is a part of my life

I'ma die with rhymin kids and a rhymin wife

I don't let nobody judge me that don't know how to do what I do

So if you don't like it then fuck you!

[repeat]



[Verse One]

I watch niggaz get hyped up with one single and get gassed

Then fall like a bad pass

Niggaz run outta New York, to live in other places

Hopin somebody remember old rap faces

Fuck that, I'ma five borough thorough MC

Where I go, New York goes, keepin New York flows

Niggaz be switchin cause they not sure

Your style is played out soft shit like Valure

In red and black living rooms when the system booms

He's a nice little diss to whomever whom

Come against me and I give you one of three picks:

Get shot, get stuck up, get your ass kicked

Bring your whole unit, and I be lyrically gunning em

Cause Freddie Foxxx be the illest thing since Run and em

I be running through you like a Hummer, you don't want none o'

So hot I turn December 25 into summer

I scrutinize niggaz and bring em down to size

My lyrical body slam will leave you paralized

Fuck what you memorize, I take you out of drive

And leave you neutralized and black in both your eyes

My rise is your demise, shut down your enterprise

Fox and Primo, we stay close like thighs

Bumpy got nine lives, like a cat

With a full gat, keep it underground fuck that!



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

For every verse I ever spit, for every mic I ever rip

I still got a full clip of unstoppable shit

You mean to tell me motherfuckers never knew

That I be bustin niggaz in the head with beer bottles like Guru

Check the mic one, two make sure its on

When I bring it to your headquarters, word is bond

Heads up, eyes and ears open

I got you hopin

That you could catch rec like me

You got a better chance at kickin down a tree

With no legs, doing a handstand on two eggs

Motherfucker, I got lyrical instinct, fuck what you write

I'm The Source like magazine, on the cover with the Ruger 16

I ain't scared to diss a MC, but ask him if he scared to diss me

I bet he won't disagree, he'll probaly start sayin his throat

hurt, his mom's is sick with a bad knee

Or start screamin he's about dough

He's just a faggot with a whack flow

Don't walk up on me talkin freestyles and off the top of the dome

I beat you down and send your ass home

I'm on my own time, I write my own rhymes

You wanna be the nominee? you brave now?

I carve my rhyme in your back and bury you face down

Just remember nigga: 

I'm Freddie the Foxxx I break his back and buck em buck em down



[Chorus]