Busted

(Anywhere in the galaxy...) [ VERSE 1 ] 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'mma 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 ??? 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 [ VERSE 2 ] ??? and slidin, 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 bitin, 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 rhymin The Ebony Lord, fly new sex symbol Opposin those who try to nimble For those who slide and can't be trusted Huh, you're busted [ VERSE 3 ] 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'mma 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 sractch, 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. Micro- Phone and go on to the early mornin How you're gonna move when Foxxx is stormin Those that steal: you'll never be trusted Foxxx says you're busted You're busted