Текст (слова) песни: Freddie Foxxx - Im Ready

(you) (you) (you) (you rappers cant be like fred)

(you) (you) (you) (you rappers cant be like fred

(you) (you) (you) (you rappers cant be like fred

A-) (a-) (a-) (a-) (a-) (a-) (and you hate it)

[ verse 1 ]

This is a rap session

And Im the man at the podium speakin

Keepin you dancin and freakin

I came alive from the world of streets, baddest beats

And bashed up a lotta mcs to find my seat

So cover your chest, protect your head

If a rhyme catches your mind sleep, you fall dead

I kick it wicked like a wizard, rhymin every letter

To beat me, you got to have a army or better

Bum-rushin other rappers like rhyme-o-cop

This is a contact sport, its called hip-hop

You suckers cant hang when Im rhymin fast

Cause your mic doesnt have enough power to last

But when I slow it down to a moderate speed

You catch a migraine headache and a nose bleed

Whenever I break wild, you call jake

You try to slow me down, but your first mistake

Was to ever approach me with your primitive skills

Not a backyard party rapper tryin to get ill

Im a pro, professional rhymes leave my lips

My rhymes coinicde with your dancin hips

Kut terror place his scratch wild, and hold the beat steady

Cause Im ready

[ verse 2 ]

When I hit the stage, pandemonium rises

Cause I delight the crowd with different surprises

Beatbreaks play, and the king has arisen

Chump rappers in the back start ploppin and fizzin

I always keep my eyes on a worthy opponent

Cause itll really be a trick to see em lose, wont it?

I keep myself ready and prepared for all

I handle whatever call, too strong to fall

When you see freddie foxxx, you know youll be entertained

When the shows all over and the sound remains

In your brain and you walk away sayin my rhyme

Feelin good like a man that dont eat swine

Fall asleep at night, and you start to dream

If you was a paid rapper on the hip-hop scene

Youd be heavy on the neck, and your pockets are fat

But bein a rap stars a bit more than that

You have to have a listenin ear for new ideas

And speak your words fluent, so everythings clear

The mumblin jumbos a comical gimmick

That the devils make money off and suckers can mimick

When you run out of rhymes, gonna stand there sweaty

Cause you wasnt ready

Like freddie the foxxx

Im ready

[ verse 3 ]

Street rappers hear a style that they like a lot

When they make that first record, their rhymes are hot

Not hot like you hear it on the radio all the time

But hot like stolen rhymes

Whatevers whispered in darkness, has to come to light

So imagine what would happen if I gave you the mic

One night, and you recite somethin you didnt write

If it belonged to freddie foxxx, you might have to fight

I throw jabs and rights, left hooks and hay-makers

Only luck can duck the bone-breaker

Youre caught in a vice grip, tight and squeezin

Whinin and cryin, beggin and pleadin

Im lyrical and mystical, I want you to know

Cause when you gear up to come to a show

Dont wonder why thunder hit my stage

Its freddie foxxx on a rappin rage

I make rappers real nervous, give em the jitters

Give em e for effin and I beat up the quitter

Hold my hand around his neck and I grab him by the hair

Then karate-kick him like mataka bear

Rappers boast and brag about their lyrical skills

But they all shut the fuck up when I break ill

Cause I take all races and house both sexes

They got a reason to sweat the three xs

Im ready

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Freddie Foxxx - Im Ready (you) (you) (you) (you rappers cant be like fred) (you) (you) (you) (you rappers cant be like fred (you) (you) (you) (you rappers cant be like fred A-) (a-) (a-) (a-) (a-) (a-) (and you hate it) [ verse 1 ] This is a rap session And Im the man at the podium speakin Keepin you dancin and freakin I came alive from the world of streets, baddest beats And bashed up a lotta mcs to find my seat So cover your chest, protect your head If a rhyme catches your mind sleep, you fall dead I kick it wicked like a wizard, rhymin every letter To beat me, you got to have a army or better Bum-rushin other rappers like rhyme-o-cop This is a contact sport, its called hip-hop You suckers cant hang when Im rhymin fast Cause your mic doesnt have enough power to last But when I slow it down to a moderate speed You catch a migraine headache and a nose bleed Whenever I break wild, you call jake You try to slow me down, but your first mistake Was to ever approach me with your primitive skills Not a backyard party rapper tryin to get ill Im a pro, professional rhymes leave my lips My rhymes coinicde with your dancin hips Kut terror place his scratch wild, and hold the beat steady Cause Im ready [ verse 2 ] When I hit the stage, pandemonium rises Cause I delight the crowd with different surprises Beatbreaks play, and the king has arisen Chump rappers in the back start ploppin and fizzin I always keep my eyes on a worthy opponent Cause itll really be a trick to see em lose, wont it? I keep myself ready and prepared for all I handle whatever call, too strong to fall When you see freddie foxxx, you know youll be entertained When the shows all over and the sound remains In your brain and you walk away sayin my rhyme Feelin good like a man that dont eat swine Fall asleep at night, and you start to dream If you was a paid rapper on the hip-hop scene Youd be heavy on the neck, and your pockets are fat But bein a rap stars a bit more than that You have to have a listenin ear for new ideas And speak your words fluent, so everythings clear The mumblin jumbos a comical gimmick That the devils make money off and suckers can mimick When you run out of rhymes, gonna stand there sweaty Cause you wasnt ready Like freddie the foxxx Im ready [ verse 3 ] Street rappers hear a style that they like a lot When they make that first record, their rhymes are hot Not hot like you hear it on the radio all the time But hot like stolen rhymes Whatevers whispered in darkness, has to come to light So imagine what would happen if I gave you the mic One night, and you recite somethin you didnt write If it belonged to freddie foxxx, you might have to fight I throw jabs and rights, left hooks and hay-makers Only luck can duck the bone-breaker Youre caught in a vice grip, tight and squeezin Whinin and cryin, beggin and pleadin Im lyrical and mystical, I want you to know Cause when you gear up to come to a show Dont wonder why thunder hit my stage Its freddie foxxx on a rappin rage I make rappers real nervous, give em the jitters Give em e for effin and I beat up the quitter Hold my hand around his neck and I grab him by the hair Then karate-kick him like mataka bear Rappers boast and brag about their lyrical skills But they all shut the fuck up when I break ill Cause I take all races and house both sexes They got a reason to sweat the three xs Im ready Нравится песня? 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