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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] brain
To think I'm not the nicest in the game
Disconnected from your mainframe, punched [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] and make a mill
Now that's a real rap [bad word] deal
In 99 I'm droppin niggaz like flies [bad word] flowin, I'm turning niggaz into Jesse Owens [bad word] the four pound, keep it going, I'm in your dresser room layin
You [bad word] [bad word] niggaz just start prayin baby
 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] you!
*repeat*

[Verse One]
I watch niggaz get hyped up with one single and get gassed
Then fall like a bad pass [bad word] outta New York, to live in other places
Hopin somebody remember old rap faces [bad word] 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 [bad word] like Valure
In red and black living rooms when the system booms
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He's a nice little diss to whomever [bad word] against me and I give you one of three picks:
Get shot, get stuck up, get your [bad word] kicked
Bring your whole unit, and I be lyrically gunning em
Cause Freddie Foxxx be the illest thing [bad word] and em
I [bad word] through you like a Hummer, you don't want none o'
So hot I turn December 25 into summer
I [bad word] niggaz and bring em down to size
My lyrical body slam will leave you paralized [bad word] 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 [bad word] that!
 [bad word] 
[Verse Three]
For every verse I ever spit, for every mic I ever rip
I still got a full clip of unstoppable [bad word] You mean to tell me [bad word] never knew
That I be bustin niggaz in the head with beer bottles like [bad word] 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 [bad word]  I got lyrical instinct, [bad word] what you write
I'm The Source like magazine, on the cover with [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]