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(feat. Freddie Foxxx) "Keep It Underground" [cut and scratched x4] [Mykill Miers] Fuck that! I'll beat you down like a glock when the cops say freeze So put your, hands in the air and drop to yo knees And beg me, not to blast a paragraph in that last eye Murder the mass cuz I'm killin' it when I'm feelin' it My adrenaline is like a drug, my lyric deliverance is like a slug, it penetrates your mug Puddles of blood excites me and entyces me to dislike emcees who be bitin' me, ever since the Wake Up I been climbing the ladder like Jacob, the fools be faker than make up, they careers I shake up Crews I break up like chunks of weed, and you punks'll bleed if you fuck with me Mentally the brain leaves visions of Jesse James Leavin' messes of corpes layin' on your porches, of course The game is called rap, and the mic I call gat Cuz I be bussin' at will we know that's ill, yo [Hook x2: Freddie Foxxx] So you wanna be an MC, huh Watch your mouth and don't offend me, huh Letras de cancionesYou're fucking wit, real niggas from hardcore grounds and carry burners Mykill Miers and Bumpy Knux the money earners [Freddie Foxxx] It's been a minute since you heard the murderous raspy voice Spit it at these fake niggas with no remorse You frontin' niggas never been in the streets fuck up the game How you live in the streets and don't know my name? It's Bumpy Knux baby, Mr. don't give a fuck baby Mr. twin glocks all in your mouth, wassup baby? Heard you wanna be a MC and rhyme wit the finest Who's resume is iller than mine is? I design niggas like a toy maker, call me Giupetto Spun around and got fake niggas all over the ghetto Better say your illest shit now, ride my dick later Niggas still be quoting my verse from Hot Potato Blaze money in the bank, I killed 'em rough, rough Had niggas in the jail house screamin' "so tough" If that wasn't enough, just to shuffle through the list If I had a hundred dollars for every nigga I ripped I'd stack c notes taller than the World Trade I'm still eatin' like you platinum niggas, from flattenin' niggas Hardcore style crosses every boundary Niggas that wanted hardcore jams, they found me So Shyne you ain't Biggie, Ja you ain't Pac Lotta niggas ain't Jay and DMX ain't Foxxx I wish niggas tried to play me and smile in my grill You'll be the next nigga that I kill It's Freddie Foxxx baby [Hook x2: Freddie Foxxx] So you wanna be an MC, huh Watch your mouth and don't offend me, huh You're fucking wit, real niggas from hardcore grounds and carry burners Mykill Miers and Bumpy Knux the money earners [Mykill Miers] Who's the, next to get killed cuz I'm the best to get ill Emcees who ain't be knowing they be testing my skills Cuz they don't know the consequences, got MC's hoppin fences Everytime I drop a sentence everybody stop and listen They waitin' for what I spit emcees get dealt wit Went to trial for assault with a deadly felt tip I spit hot lyrics to melt shit, too hard to give me props but I know you felt it, can't help it You get shot when the fifths cop It's Mykill Miers, the Hitchcock of hip hop Emcees, they flip flop from doing underground to pop shit to sell records, but nobody cops it Emcees get drop kicked when they talk shit Every word I spit is toxic, I locks it The spot gets blown up when I show up The rhymes I kick is so sick, it'll make you throw up, yo [Hook x2: Freddie Foxxx] So you wanna be an MC, huh Watch your mouth and don't offend me, huh You're fucking wit, real niggas from hardcore grounds and carry burners Mykill Miers and Bumpy Knux the money earners "Do you wanna be an MC?" "All the so-called players up in the rap game" [cut and scratched] From Letras Mania