The Master lyrics

I`m in the midst of the mike 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
(I don`t get that horse line either but keep reading)
give in 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 rapping 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
on the microphone checkin`, cause it`s all timing
(right here is where he starts to get ill)
rappers are breeded on disrespect
you can catch it like a shortstop, right in the chest
I got access to beat and rhymes in artillary
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 but this is pain
raps 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 laws of foxxx, you gotta be good
bumped his girl his sister then his neice
then stepped off like a natural born horse thief
(those last few lines are my shit)
raps the game, so do what ya gotta do to win
as long as your in
I learned that from my main man rap (kool g rap)
who said if I always kept my microphone strapped
I`ll bring terror and danger to beats and basslines
cause my rhymes are like a loaded tech nine
(hey, it was 91` he`s allowed to be corny once in a while)
on and on i go and I won`t stop the flow
you ready for a break...no
(he`s been rhyming for quite some time now!!)
I was a black child born with the mind to create words and rhymes that
sound
the same
freddie the foxxx is a master, my mind builds faster, then the average
rappers
brain
you might try and disconnect the power
destroy the man that rhymes and rhymes for hours
but you see I know what time it really is
a lot of rappers pop up, then fizz
cause when it`s time to see who`s the real boss
they all sing like diana ross
(the next few lines are on some ill rakimesque battle shit. don`t
sleep)
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 and 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, top destroyer
when I hit prime time airwaves with rhymes
freddie the foxxx had time and the right style
I stay cool, my head never swells
but rappers got GEL-LED
(that one is all about the delivery)
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 control of your mind body and soul
now you feel like your 90 years old
crippled and crawlin`, totally disabled
beating your head with the mike and a turntable
(fat)
down to your last leg, beggin` for mercy
this is what happen 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
(that`s a clever one. it`s always in my head.)
you think fast, freddie foxxx thinks faster
cause I`m the master