The Master

Lyrics

[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