lirik lagu freddie foxxx - inside your head
vengeance is mine against mine enemy
and i will rise against thee with the force of a
thousand men
and in your fall, i will remind you of an industry
designed to see me fail
there will be no shelter against my rage
i will approach you with no good intention
and reign down on you like h-ll fire and destroy you!
i destroy all you mcs till my mouth goes dry
or either one of us die
i’m in this motherf-cker’s head like b-r-a-i
n, i spit one, then spit again
then i turn like a cobra and spit it at his friend
you n-gg-s afraid of me, oh that’s so gay to me
shot a n-gg- for shaking my hand too long, don’t play with me
i make n-gg-s wanna be hard and thugged out
baggy pants and black (? ) looking all bugged out
so let me tell you what a thug about
when i walk into a room it becomes dog day afternoon
and n-gg-s break the f-ck out
bring ya rabbit’s foot, i’ll blow your luck out
i’ll kill all you n-gg-s and pull a navy he-rs- truck out
so save your wake -ss verse for daytime talk tv
’cause i’ll return you and let you keep ya jewels and chalk bvs
my heart is dirty and skeevy
man, i would see any one of you n-gg-s
if i was ray charles or stevie, ha!
(can you, feel me? )
can ya feel me, n-gg-?!?
can ya feel me, n-gg-?!?
(freddie foxxx, b-mpy knux)
it’s b-mpy knux, n-gg- what?
come on!
(can you, can you, hear me? )
can you hear me motherf-cker?!?
i’m talking to you!
(’cause i am in… side your head)
(? ) uncontrollable and wild
and i stand like i stand with two fours in my hand
i bring back the running man
i hear voices in my head that say “b-mpy can’t, d-mn”
so when i hear n-gg-s say i can’t do something, i get p-ssed off
cause i’m poke-man, digging your wrist off
trying to find the main vein that turns your exist off
real n-gg-s waited for my flow
like they waited for mandela to show
so all these phony -ss n-gg-s out here know
your faker than a n-gg- fronting like his back got hurt
at a fender bender – i call her, send her
she’ll flip ya, so them craze up in ya
she know you like it on your belly, got them gays up in ya
so i say: la di da di, i’ll shoot up your party
if you ain’t heard by now, you’d better ask somebody
n-gg-s trying to cut my throat, i’m still spitting from the neck
if you still disrespect, you’ll still get the tek
come on! get the f-ck off me, n-gg-
(can you, feel me? )
can ya feel me, n-gg-?!?
can ya feel me, n-gg-?!?
(freddie foxxx, b-mpy knux)
it’s b-mpy knux, n-gg- what?
come on!
(can you, can you, hear me? )
can you hear me motherf-cker?!?
i’m talking to you!
(’cause i am in… side your head)
you ain’t no motherf-ckin thug, you ain’t shot n-body
i’m wild like n-gg-s up north that ain’t got n-body
i’ll put the infrared on ya, leave your body all dotty
or i’ll 6 and 7 piece ya, leave ya forehead all knotty
you n-gg-s can’t spit on the tracks that i spit on
you n-gg-s are scared of the type of n-gg-s i sh-t on
you wanna ride my style? get on
i’ll take you through so many one sided singles
ain’t no more joints to sin on
these rap n-gg-s are mi-dad (? ) on
how do you n-gg-s ride in the car with this n-gg-,
with that sh-t on?
i’m sick and tired of nore and his “what, what, what”
write some rhymes, n-gg-, or get his sh-t up up up
i’ll beat you till your face is made ugly like biz
if you ever open your mouth to ask me what a memph bleek is
this week is, b-mpy week celebrated
and be glad that the bad kid from the neighborhood made it
the last alb-m you dropped, kid, hate it
man the only thing i’ll do for your life, n-gg-, is complicate it
so come at me with that sideways twisted talk
i’ll put the 4 pound in your mouth, b, and lift your thoughts
i’m the wildest n-gg- in new york
so n-gg- shut your f-ckin mouth up when i talk
come on, i make reverend run reverend walk
and kill female mcs like a chicken hawk
it’s b-mpy knuckles, baby, ha!
(can you, feel me? )
can ya feel me, n-gg-?!?
can ya feel me, n-gg-?!?
(freddie foxxx, b-mpy knux)
it’s b-mpy knux, n-gg- what?
come on!
(can you, can you, hear me? )
can you hear me motherf-cker?!?
i’m talking to you!
(’cause i am in… side your head)
(can you, feel me? )
can ya feel me, n-gg-?!?
can ya feel me, n-gg-?!?
(freddie foxxx, b-mpy knux)
it’s b-mpy knux, n-gg- what?
come on!
(can you, can you, hear me? )
can you hear me motherf-cker?!?
i’m talking to you!
(’cause i am in… side your head)
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