M.U.G. (feat. Freddie Foxxx)

Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap, uh

Crooklyn Dodger number two back on the map

Perhaps you thought I was gone, well, surprise, ****

Not physically, but I'm a massive figure

Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic

Repetition like an automatic, can't stop it

High potent, pulsating like coke-snorting

When I was a fetus, moms thought about aborting

Important am I? Gotta ask myself

But then I think twice like a Gemini

Authentic percentage, calculating

My mind state equals infinite

Bizarre, pa, ain't it?

Flow lethal like Drano, lava from a volcano

Scorching, torching the microphone, I lost it

Popping shit, who got my back? Freddie Foxxx with the twin millies

Burn your temporal lobe

Ayo, Foxx, fuck these ****, slice 'em up like an ox, pop

Yeah, okay, it's time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy Isle

I bring it to these fake **** with a TEC and a smile, you know my style

America's most feared entertainer, yeah, from New York to Cali

I'm called an acid-rainer

While you fronting like you balling, son

I stays in the mix, same bullets in your burner since '76

Act like you can't tell, shit be live as hell

Busting so many shots, when my shells hit the ground

It sounds like Rock the Bells

Call me Bumpy Knuckles 'cause my hands be swell

From knocking **** out from the lies they tell

Oh, well, I bet you feel me all up in your chest

I make the softest **** catch a body, blame it on stress

And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his bitch

And then sedate him with my four pound clap, shit's only rap

But I'm living like that, so while **** be talking like

Dogs and walking like cats

****' mouths is getting way too fat

But O.C. and big Fid-Oxxx, we 'bout to bring it back

Let's go back

I'm telling it just like that

We been money underground, but you can't get none

'Cause if you step into my realm, you'll be one dead, son

We get love where **** be scared to come

And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none

Yeah, yeah

Any **** play high post, I'm rolling over

O.C. weigh tones like a fucking Range Rover

Telling **** to their face that the facade is over

Now it's time for this real **** shit, can you feel this?

No question, we're manifesting what we feel

Bust up in your session, smack **** up like adolescents

Like at D&D, I can't see a gang or no motherfucking body seeing me

That's just pure fantasy

True, indeed, son, we ain't the ones

While **** going out like that

We bring it on like Scarface

That means murder case, I bring highs to any base

Disrespect the closed session and your ass gets laced

So, all of these beats and these rhymes attached

Mean that real **** on the mic, bringing it back

It's mad potent like good crack, it's type addictive

All up in your mind, you don't want hard times

We been money underground, but you can't get none

'Cause if you step into my realm, you'll be one dead, son

We get love where **** be scared to come

And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none

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