Intro: samples  --Freddie Foxxx-- --Let me tell you--  --Who's the real divine?-- --You like that--  --Freddie Foxxx-- --Let me tell you--    [Verse One]  I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone  I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home  Bumpy ripping everything known, block every blow zone  I make you sit your ho ass down, turn off your microphone  Cause after me it's un-rippable  I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable  I got miles of styles, you must be out your motherfuckin brain  To think I'm not the nicest in the game  Disconnected from your mainframe, punched cocked  Twirl your nose up Murray the cop, to the beat down you don't stop  When Fox and Bumpy keep it hot  End the whole beef with just one shot, niggaz I fear not  This piece of steel with the screen on top  Projects uncut chyna white dope  Leave a freeze in a nigga throat  I fight for this like the right to vote  The poison I spit, they'll never be an antecdote  You niggaz thought I put my mic down  Cause the industry's scared cause I put my fight down  Before I do that, I sell it out the trunk and make a mill  Now that's a real rap nigga deal  In 99 I'm droppin niggaz like flies  Fuck flowin, I'm turning niggaz into Jesse Owens  Cock the four pound, keep it going, I'm in your dresser room layin  You bitch ass niggaz just start prayin baby    Chorus:  Rhymin is a part of my life  I'ma die with rhymin kids and a rhymin wife  I don't let nobody judge me that don't know how to do what I do  So if you don't like it then fuck you!  *repeat*    [Verse One]  I watch niggaz get hyped up with one single and get gassed  Then fall like a bad pass  Niggaz run outta New York, to live in other places  Hopin somebody remember old rap faces  Fuck that, I'ma five borough thorough MC  Where I go, New York goes, keepin New York flows  Niggaz be switchin cause they not sure  Your style is played out soft shit like Valure  In red and black living rooms when the system booms  He's a nice little diss to whomever whom  Come against me and I give you one of three picks:  Get shot, get stuck up, get your ass kicked  Bring your whole unit, and I be lyrically gunning em  Cause Freddie Foxxx be the illest thing since Run and em  I be running through you like a Hummer, you don't want none o'  So hot I turn December 25 into summer  I scrutinize niggaz and bring em down to size  My lyrical body slam will leave you paralized  Fuck what you memorize, I take you out of drive  And leave you neutralized and black in both your eyes  My rise is your demise, shut down your enterprise  Fox and Primo, we stay close like thighs  Bumpy got nine lives, like a cat  With a full gat, keep it underground fuck that!    Chorus    [Verse Three]  For every verse I ever spit, for every mic I ever rip  I still got a full clip of unstoppable shit  You mean to tell me motherfuckers never knew  That I be bustin niggaz in the head with beer bottles like Guru  Check the mic one, two make sure it's on  When I bring it to your headquarters, word is bond  Heads up, eyes and ears open  I got you hopin  That you could catch rec like me  You got a better chance at kickin down a tree  With no legs, doing a handstand on two eggs  Motherfucker, I got lyrical instinct, fuck what you write  I'm The Source like magazine, on the cover with the Ruger 16  I ain't scared to diss a MC, but ask him if he scared to diss me  I bet he won't disagree, he'll probaly start sayin his throat  Hurt, his mom's is sick with a bad knee  Or start screamin he's about dough  He's just a faggot with a whack flow  Don't walk up on me talkin freestyles and off the top of the dome  I beat you down and send your ass home  I'm on my own time, I write my own rhymes  You wanna be the nominee? you brave now?  I carve my rhyme in your back and bury you face down  Just remember nigga:   I'm Freddie the Foxxx I break his back and buck em buck em down    Chorus