M.U.G.

[Verse 1: O.C.] Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap, uh Crooklyn Dodger #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 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, Foxxx, fuck these niggas, slice ‘em up like an ox, pop [Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx] 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 stid-dyle 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 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 him with my four-pound clap Shit’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 Fid-Oxxx We’re 'bout to bring it back [Bridge: Sample with Scratches by DJ Premier] "Let’s go back" "I’m telling it just like that" [Hook: O.C. & Freddie Foxxx] 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 [Verse 3: O.C., Freddie Foxxx, and both] Yeah, yeah Any nigga play high-post, I’m rolling over O.C. weigh tons like a fucking Range Rover Telling niggas to their face, that the façade is over Now it’s time for this real nigga shit, can you feel this? (Yeah) No question We’re manifesting what we feel, bust up in your session Smack niggas up like adolescents Like at D&D, I can’t see a gang or no-motherfuckin'-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 gets 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 [Hook: O.C. & Freddie Foxxx] 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 [Outro: Freddie Foxxx] What?