(feat. Freddie Foxxx)



"Keep It Underground" [cut and scratched x4]

             

[Mykill Miers]

Fuck that!

I'll beat you down like a glock when the cops say freeze

So put your, hands in the air and drop to yo knees

And beg me, not to blast a paragraph in that last eye

Murder the mass cuz I'm killin' it when I'm feelin' it

My adrenaline is like a drug, my lyric deliverance

is like a slug, it penetrates your mug

Puddles of blood excites me and entyces me to dislike

emcees who be bitin' me, ever since the Wake Up

I been climbing the ladder like Jacob, the fools

be faker than make up, they careers I shake up

Crews I break up like chunks of weed, and you

punks'll bleed if you fuck with me

Mentally the brain leaves visions of Jesse James

Leavin' messes of corpes layin' on your porches, of course

The game is called rap, and the mic I call gat

Cuz I be bussin' at will we know that's ill, yo



[Hook x2: Freddie Foxxx]

So you wanna be an MC, huh

Watch your mouth and don't offend me, huh

You're fucking wit, real niggas 

from hardcore grounds and carry burners

Mykill Miers and Bumpy Knux the money earners



[Freddie Foxxx]

It's been a minute 

since you heard the murderous raspy voice 

Spit it at these fake niggas with no remorse

You frontin' niggas never been in the streets fuck up the game

How you live in the streets and don't know my name?

It's Bumpy Knux baby, Mr. don't give a fuck baby

Mr. twin glocks all in your mouth, wassup baby?

Heard you wanna be a MC and rhyme wit the finest

Who's resume is iller than mine is?

I design niggas like a toy maker, call me Giupetto

Spun around and got fake niggas all over the ghetto

Better say your illest shit now, ride my dick later

Niggas still be quoting my verse from Hot Potato

Blaze money in the bank, I killed 'em rough, rough

Had niggas in the jail house screamin' "so tough"

If that wasn't enough, just to shuffle through the list

If I had a hundred dollars for every nigga I ripped

I'd stack c notes taller than the World Trade

I'm still eatin' like you platinum niggas, from flattenin' niggas

Hardcore style crosses every boundary

Niggas that wanted hardcore jams, they found me

So Shyne you ain't Biggie, Ja you ain't Pac

Lotta niggas ain't Jay and DMX ain't Foxxx

I wish niggas tried to play me and smile in my grill

You'll be the next nigga that I kill

It's Freddie Foxxx baby



[Hook x2: Freddie Foxxx]

So you wanna be an MC, huh

Watch your mouth and don't offend me, huh

You're fucking wit, real niggas 

from hardcore grounds and carry burners

Mykill Miers and Bumpy Knux the money earners



[Mykill Miers]

Who's the, next to get killed cuz I'm the best to get ill

Emcees who ain't be knowing they be testing my skills

Cuz they don't know the consequences, got MC's hoppin fences

Everytime I drop a sentence everybody stop and listen

They waitin' for what I spit emcees get dealt wit

Went to trial for assault with a deadly felt tip

I spit hot lyrics to melt shit, too hard to give 

me props but I know you felt it, can't help it

You get shot when the fifths cop 

It's Mykill Miers, the Hitchcock of hip hop

Emcees, they flip flop from doing underground to pop shit

to sell records, but nobody cops it

Emcees get drop kicked when they talk shit

Every word I spit is toxic, I locks it

The spot gets blown up when I show up

The rhymes I kick is so sick, it'll make you throw up, yo



[Hook x2: Freddie Foxxx]

So you wanna be an MC, huh

Watch your mouth and don't offend me, huh

You're fucking wit, real niggas 

from hardcore grounds and carry burners

Mykill Miers and Bumpy Knux the money earners



"Do you wanna be an MC?"

"All the so-called players up in the rap game"  

[cut and scratched]