(Anywhere in the galaxy...)



[ VERSE 1 ]

Now it's time to throw down, I come in a rage

To be Freddie Foxxx and raise the stage

I feel hype, Kut Terrorist, hit me

Cause I get the Mac, strap both nines with me

And I'ma catch a murder rap, death through hip-hop

The rhyming murderer can't be stopped

I want all rappers, feel my lyrics

Open your ears real wide and hear it

Now I kicked ??? and rap, mine stolen

Over and over again, bought and sold and

But now I'm back with new intentions

Doctor Rhyminstein with new inventions

Rappers get waxed, buffed like floors

Slammed on concrete, thrown through doors

Here's priority, rappers are petrol

Wishin me luck before I start my show

I see it on your face, boy, you look noxious

You better be careful, you should be cautious

You're messin with the man whose zone is danger

Freddie the Foxxx, the swift rap ranger

If you're caught foul, rap is disgusted

Boom - you're busted



[ VERSE 2 ]

??? and slidin, lookin and ridin

For song-rewriters, thieves and biters

If you're caught red-handed, you can't deny it

If I catch your head bitin, I'm gonna fly it

Rappers make hits and their ego's lifted

Personality flips, minds are shifted

Once your busted you can't be trusted

You violate rap, then you might get rusted

I been down with crews, I wrecked MC's

My appearance alone made em weak in the knees

Cause I stand strong, keep the mic in position

Won't allow you to move till I give you permission

Soak in the rhymes, from the mind I project em

If a rapper's to face me, I disrespect him

Treat him like heat, now he belongs to Foxxx

And send him to work to wash drawers and socks

Look in my face, eyes shine like diamonds

Ladies scream while Foxxx keeps rhymin

The Ebony Lord, fly new sex symbol

Opposin those who try to nimble

For those who slide and can't be trusted

Huh, you're busted



[ VERSE 3 ]

When I move, I move by myself and I'm cool

Easier for Freddie Foxxx to teach schools

You sucker MC, you're lost in lyrics

Oh, now I'm your man, but only cause you hear it

And you know it's my style and my rhymes that you bit from

Rappers that feel they can hang, come and get some

Cause I got enough to get around from town to town

I'ma break this down, here's the sound

I battle at a party when I touch the mic

Saw a kid make a face like Foxxx wasn't hype

Kut Terror threw a sractch, then I ripped some rhymes

And the battle and the skins he brought was all mines

He took a chance, he coulda been psycho

The brother shoulda known I was Mr. Micro-

phone and go on to the early mornin

How you're gonna move when Foxxx is stormin

Those that steal: you'll never be trusted

Foxxx says you're busted



You're busted