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