Lyrics: Freddie Foxxx. Busted.

Anywhere in the galaxy

Now it's time to throw down, I come in a rage
To be Freddie Foxxx and raise the stage
I feel hype, Kut Terrorist, hit me
'Cause I get the mac, strap both nines with me

And I'ma catch a murder rap, death through hip-hop
The rhyming murderer can't be stopped
I want all rappers, feel my lyrics
Open your ears real wide and hear it

Now I kicked [unverified] and rap, mine stolen
Over and over again, bought and sold
And but now I'm back with new intentions
Doctor Rhyminstein with new inventions

Rappers get waxed, buffed like floors
Slammed on concrete, thrown through doors
Here's priority, rappers are petrol
Wishin' me luck before I start my show

I see it on your face, boy, you look noxious
You better be careful, you should be cautious
You're messin' with the man whose zone is danger
Freddie the Foxxx, the swift rap ranger

If you're caught foul, rap is disgusted
Boom, you're busted

[Unverified] and sliding, lookin' and ridin'
For song-rewriters, thieves and biters
If you're caught red-handed, you can't deny it
If I catch your head biting, I'm gonna fly it

Rappers make hits and their ego's lifted
Personality flips, minds are shifted
Once your busted you can't be trusted
You violate rap then you might get rusted

I been down with crews, I wrecked MC's
My appearance alone made 'em weak in the knees
'Cause I stand strong, keep the mic in position
Won't allow you to move till I give you permission

Soak in the rhymes from the mind I project 'em
If a rapper's to face me, I disrespect him
Treat him like heat, now he belongs to Foxxx
And send him to work to wash drawers and socks

Look in my face, eyes shine like diamonds
Ladies scream while Foxxx keeps rhyming
The Ebony Lord, fly new sex symbol
Opposing those who try to nimble

For those who slide and can't be trusted
Huh, you're busted

When I move, I move by myself and I'm cool
Easier for Freddie Foxxx to teach schools
You sucker MC, you're lost in lyrics
Oh, now I'm your man but only 'cause you hear it

And you know it's my style and my rhymes that you bit from
Rappers that feel they can hang, come and get some
'Cause I got enough to get around from town to town
I'ma break this down, here's the sound

I battle at a party when I touch the mic
Saw a kid make a face like Foxxx wasn't hype
Kut Terror threw a scratch then I ripped some rhymes
And the battle and the skins he brought was all mines

He took a chance, he coulda been psycho
The brother shoulda known I was Mr. Microphone
And go on to the early morning
How you're gonna move when Foxxx is storming

Those that steal, you'll never be trusted
Foxxx says you're busted
You're busted