Freddie Foxxx - Poetry lyrics

Always spit fly and never be afraid Verse 1 Yo, yo, yo, listen It's the MCs time- for spittin the rhyme, Believe, I be in the ring gettin the mind, I'm the word in your dialect that's hard to define, Like unity, no man gets immunity I rhyme for your community On a Harley (Davidson), throttle in my right hand Left on the molly (?) With the muffler, lookin for to toughin ya Feelin like a burnin in ur belly, when I get to warmin up in ya I see u n***as in k** mode, then u see me in k** mode then u in chill mode, my twin glocks still load n***a I'll make you roadk** Then bump in you in k** road (?) On the highway i spit the verse my way, and never say another n***as rhyme, that's biting not homage you need to stop writing that garbage I won't let you, let him tell them That bumpy ain't spittin that hardcore phlegm