Eric B. - The Master lyrics

I'm in the midst of the mic 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 Get the 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 I'm the microphone champion 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 k**in' 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 sh**) 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'd be a terror, a danger to beats and ba**lines Cause my rhymes are like a loaded tech-9 On and on I go and I won't stop the flow You ready for a break...no I was a black child born with the mind to create words that rhymes and 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 sh**. 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 Keep 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, topped your score When I hit prime time airwaves went wild 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 Beat in 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