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

Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap, uh
Crooklyn Dodger number 2, back on the map
Perhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise nigga
Not physically, but I'm a massive figure
Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic
Repetition like a 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
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 millis
Burning tiparillo, aiyo Foxxx, fuck these niggas
Slice 'em up like an ox, pa

Yeah, okay, it's time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy Isle
I bring it to these fake niggas with a TEC and a smile
You know my style, America's most feared entertainer
Yeah, from New York to Cali, I'm called the acid rainer
Why you fronting like you're 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 sound like "Rock the Bells"
Call me Bumpy Knuckles 'cause my hands be swell
From knocking niggas out from the lies they tell
Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in your chest
I make the softest nigga catch a body, blame it on stress
And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his bitch
And then sedate her with my four pound claps
It's only rap, but I'm living like that
So while niggas be talking like dogs and walking like cats
Niggas mouths is getting way too fat
But O.C. and Big Fiddox, we 'bout to bring it back

Let's go back
I'm telling it just like it is

We be 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 niggas be scared to come
And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none

Yeah, yeah, any nigga play high post, I'm rolling over
O.C. weigh tons like a fucking Range Rover
Telling niggas to they face that the facade is over
Now it's time for this real nigga shit, can you feel this?
No question, we manifesting what we feel
Bust up in your session, smack niggas up like adolescents
Like in D&D, I can't see a gang
And no-motherfucking-body seeing me, that's just pure fantasy
True indeed, son, we ain't the ones
While niggas going out like that, we bring it on like Scarface
That means murder case, I bring highs to any bass
Disrespect the closed session and your ass get laced
So all of these beats and these rhymes attached
Mean that real niggas 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 be 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 niggas be scared to come
And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none

Ooh, what?