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Make em Feel It - текст песни



Make 'em Feel It


This is another jam from F-o-x-x-x


Extra-special from the master, so let's jet


Speakers are pumpin, so it's hard to survive


But you need more than the cops just to save lives


Fasten your seatbelt, put on your crashing gear


Prepare yourself for the single, Foxxx is here


Lyrically fit like a mack man, comes equipped


With a guard and a style that won't flip


I step smooth, I never break stride


Keepin my man Kut Terror on the right side


You got up to get down and got slapped


Tryin to get paid with some old bullshit Saran (W)rap


I put the pressure on, touched a nerve


And now you're outside, just a bum on the curb


Used to be the mack daddy of the microphone


But you can't get nothin now cause (Freddie's home)


I don't care if you're worldwide and your pride


Won't allow you to play the side


Cause you're just a mere mortal, nothin extraordinary


Beats are under-average and your rhymes are ordinary


I'm hearin pros on their third LP's


Soundin like a bunch of schoolyard MC's


Man, I wish I'd catch a rapper tryin to play my style


Tellin people that we're cool with a grin and a smile


I mush his face, give him a smack


Then I slam him on his head and cut 'Foxxx' in his back


When I tell him all the real bad things that I heard


I'ma squash him like a dead bird


And make em feel it




[DJ Kut Terrorist cuts up]


(Can you feel it)




I make a rapper feel the pain, rap's my trade


To kick a rhyme ain't nothin, the key's to get paid


Before I made records you played me to the left


But now you bought my jam and you run it to death


Mellow rapper was smooth, remember the name


I used to wax chump rappers like it was a game


The rhymes that I've accumulated and lyrically created


I counted and amounted everyone I ever stated


Play second fiddle to rappers, I hate it


But I made it and made it to the top


Now I'm a lot of people's idol, it don't go to my head


Suckers can't be me, they rather be dead

Lotta people do what I do, say what I said


But then you always hear that people wanna be like Fred


I'm super nice with mines and I'm much sweeter


Than any Tom, Dick, Bob, Harry or Peter


Cause I'm a general generatin rhymes at a 1000 watts


Simultaneously handin out k Nots


I'm a Foxxx rappin with class, I whip up pantsless ass


Take his cash and sit back and laugh


And make him feel it




[DJ Kut Terrorist cuts up]


(Can you feel it)




Now I'm a one-man choir, takin rap higher


Ex-friends lost their minds, saw me on the flyer


And was buggin their eyes like neighborhood baseheads


Tryin to convince themselves, "That ain't Fred"


But my sound made you get down, you recognize my style


Started to smile and gave me a pound


When I broke it down ain't nobody wanna give me mines


I came through like a champ kickin behinds


Male and female, rappers as well


Know they just can't front cause their rhyme'll tell


Lotta rappers fall off but keep on tryin


But they'll never survive cause they're slowly dyin


Everybody has a posse and gases em up


Gets their braincells hype but that ain't enough


Cause when it's rough and the pressure's too much to bear


That's when you notice - the posse ain't there


Then you're all alone with your microphone


Freddie Foxxx is in the vicinity scopin your home


Take your moms and your pops and your kids as prisoners


And they become my brand new listeners


Freeze, sucker, thought I'd warned ya


The triple x got to drop on ya


Now you're layin on the sidewalk, I dare you to talk


If you can kick the right rhyme you can get up and walk


But if you don't, you'll be a pitiful sight


I'll take your heart and take your mic


And make you feel it




[DJ Kut Terrorist cuts up]


(Can you feel it)




I make you feel it




Kut Terrorist


(Can you feel it)


Listen


(Can you feel it)


Make em feel it


(Can you feel it)



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