M-Boogie - Wanna Be An MC? lyrics

"Keep It Underground" (cut and scratched 4x) [Myk** Miers] f** that! I'll beat you down like a Glock when the cops say freeze So put your, hands in the air and drop to yo knees And beg me, not to blast a paragraph in that last eye Murder the ma** cuz I'm k**in' it when I'm feelin' it My adrenaline is like a drug, my lyric deliverance Is like a slug, it penetrates your mug Puddles of blood excites me and entyces me to dislike Emcees who be bitin' me, ever since the Wake Up I been climbing the ladder like Jacob, the fools Be faker than make up, they careers I shake up Crews I break up like chunks of weed, and you Punks'll bleed if you f** with me Mentally the brain leaves visions of Jesse James Leavin' messes of corpes layin' on your porches, of course The game is called rap, and the mic I call gat Cuz I be bussin' at will we know that's ill, yo [Hook: Freddie Foxxx (2x)] So you wanna be an MC, huh Watch your mouth and don't offend me, huh You're f**ing wit, real n***as From hardcore grounds and carry burners Myk** Miers and Bumpy Knux the money earners [Freddie Foxxx] It's been a minute Since you heard the murderous raspy voice Spit it at these fake n***as with no remorse You frontin' n***as never been in the streets f** up the game How you live in the streets and don't know my name? It's Bumpy Knux baby, Mr. don't give a f** baby Mr. twin Glocks all in your mouth, wa**up baby? Heard you wanna be a MC and rhyme wit the finest Who's resume is iller than mine is? I design n***as like a toy maker, call me Giupetto Spun around and got fake n***as all over the ghetto Better say your illest sh** now, ride my dick later n***as still be quoting my verse from Hot Potato Blaze money in the bank, I k**ed 'em rough, rough Had n***as in the jail house screamin' "so tough" If that wasn't enough, just to shuffle through the list If I had a hundred dollars for every n***a I ripped I'd stack c notes taller than the World Trade I'm still eatin' like you platinum n***as, from flattenin' n***as Hardcore style crosses every boundary n***as that wanted hardcore jams, they found me So Shyne you ain't Biggie, Ja you ain't Pac Lotta n***as ain't Jay and DMX ain't Foxxx I wish n***as tried to play me and smile in my grill You'll be the next n***a that I k** It's Freddie Foxxx baby [Hook: Freddie Foxxx (2x)] So you wanna be an MC, huh Watch your mouth and don't offend me, huh You're f**ing wit, real n***as From hardcore grounds and carry burners Myk** Miers and Bumpy Knux the money earners [Myk** Miers] Who's the, next to get k**ed cuz I'm the best to get ill Emcees who ain't be knowing they be testing my sk**s Cuz they don't know the consequences, got MC's hoppin fences Everytime I drop a sentence everybody stop and listen They waitin' for what I spit emcees get dealt wit Went to trial for a**ault with a deadly felt tip I spit hot lyrics to melt sh**, too hard to give Me props but I know you felt it, can't help it You get shot when the fifths cop It's Myk** Miers, the Hitchco*k of hip hop Emcees, they flip flop from doing underground to pop sh** To sell records, but nobody cops it Emcees get drop kicked when they talk sh** Every word I spit is toxic, I locks it The spot gets blown up when I show up The rhymes I kick is so sick, it'll make you throw up, yo [Hook: Freddie Foxxx (2x)] So you wanna be an MC, huh Watch your mouth and don't offend me, huh You're f**ing wit, real n***as From hardcore grounds and carry burners Myk** Miers and Bumpy Knux the money earners "Do you wanna be an MC?" "All the so-called players up in the rap game" (cut and scratched)