The Master

[Verse: Freddie Foxxx + sample]
I'm in the midst of the mic—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
Get the 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 rappin' 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
I'm the microphone champion cause it's all timing
Rappers are breeded on disrespect
You can catch it like a shortstop, right in the chest
I got access to beat and rhymes in artillery
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; the dish is pain
Rap's 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 law of the Foxxx, you gotta be good
Bumped his girl, his sister, then his niece
Then stepped off like a natural-born horse-thief
Rap's the game, so do what ya gotta do
To win—as long as your in
I learned that from my main man, Rap
Who said if I always kept my microphone strapped
I'll be a terror, a danger to beats and basslines
'Cause my rhymes are like a loaded TEC-9
On and on I go and I won't stop the flow
You ready for a break? No
I was a black child, born with the mind to create
Words that rhyme and sound the same
Freddie the Foxxx is a master, my mind builds faster
Then the average rapper's brain
You might try and disconnect the power
Destroy the man that rhymes and rhymes for hours
But, see, I know what time it really is
A lot of rappers pop up—and then fizz
'Cause when it's time to see who's the real boss
They all sing like Diana Ross
I set standards, follow my mind and calmly wait
What I create you greatly appreciate
I don't fold under pressure and I don't cry
Peep both my eyes; focus on the bullseye
I'm the master when danger comes
I wreck compitition, and label 'em "bums"
If you was nice before you ain't nice no more
Freddie Foxxx, topped your score
When I hit prime time airwaves went wild
Freddie the Foxxx had time and the right style
I stay cool, my head never swell
But rappers got "Jeal!"
Juice was drippin' from your mouth, you were slobbin'
So mad at Freddie, boy, your head start throbbin'
Try to get paid on the sneak tip
But once again—you slip
I got a hold of your mind, body, and soul
Now you feel like your 90 years old
Crippled and crawlin'; totally disabled
Beat in your head with the mic and a turntable
(fat)
Down to your last leg, beggin' for mercy
This is what happens to those who try to hurt me
Come strong and you might get props son
Hold on tight to your rhymes—don't drop none
You think fast—Freddie Foxxx thinks faster
'Cause I'm the master

[Outro]
I'm the master!
Ayo, this is Freddie Foxxx
And this is the age of a new beginnin', and a whole lot of winnin'
This is for all you suckers out there that didn't know what time it is
But you know what? Remember that the posse is paid in full
Peace