Make'em Feel It Lyrics - Freddie Foxxx

This is another jam from F-o-x-x-x 

Extra-special from the master, so let's jet 

Speakers are pumpin, so it's hard to survive 

But you need more than the cops just to save lives 

Fasten your seatbelt, put on your crashing gear 

Prepare yourself for the single, Foxxx is here 

Lyrically fit like a mack man, comes equipped 

With a guard and a style that won't flip 

I step smooth, I never break stride 

Keepin my man Kut Terror on the right side 

You got up to get down and got slapped 

Tryin to get paid with some old bullshit Saran (W)rap 

I put the pressure on, touched a nerve 

And now you're outside, just a bum on the curb 

Used to be the mack daddy of the microphone 

But you can't get nothin now cause (Freddie's home) 

I don't care if you're worldwide and your pride 

Won't allow you to play the side 

Cause you're just a mere mortal, nothin extraordinary 

Beats are under-average and your rhymes are ordinary 

I'm hearin pros on their third LP's 

Soundin like a bunch of schoolyard MC's 

Man, I wish I'd catch a rapper tryin to play my style 

Tellin people that we're cool with a grin and a smile 

I mush his face, give him a smack 

Then I slam him on his head and cut 'Foxxx' in his back 

When I tell him all the real bad things that I heard 

I'ma squash him like a dead bird 

And make em feel it 

( *DJ Kut Terrorist cuts up* ) 

(Can you feel it) 

I make a rapper feel the pain, rap's my trade 

To kick a rhyme ain't nothin, the key's to get paid 

Before I made records you played me to the left 

But now you bought my jam and you run it to death 

Mellow rapper was smooth, remember the name 

I used to wax chump rappers like it was a game 

The rhymes that I've accumulated and lyrically created 

I counted and amounted everyone I ever stated 

Play second fiddle to rappers, I hate it 

But I made it and made it to the top 

Now I'm a lot of people's idol, it don't go to my head 

Suckers can't be me, they rather be dead 

Lotta people do what I do, say what I said 

But then you always hear that people wanna be like Fred 

I'm super nice with mines and I'm much sweeter 

Than any Tom, Dick, Bob, Harry or Peter 

Cause I'm a general generatin rhymes at a 1000 watts 

Simultaneously handin out knots 

I'm a Foxxx rappin with class, I whip up pantsless ass 

Take his cash and sit back and laugh 

And make him feel it 

( *DJ Kut Terrorist cuts up* ) 

(Can you feel it) 

Now I'm a one-man choir, takin rap higher 

Ex-friends lost their minds, saw me on the flyer 

And was buggin their eyes like neighborhood baseheads 

Tryin to convince themselves, "That ain't Fred" 

But my sound made you get down, you recognize my style 

Started to smile and gave me a pound 

When I broke it down ain't nobody wanna give me mines 

I came through like a champ kickin behinds 

Male and female, rappers as well 

Know they just can't front cause their rhyme'll tell 

Lotta rappers fall off but keep on tryin 

But they'll never survive cause they're slowly dyin 

Everybody has a posse and gases em up 

Gets their braincells hype but that ain't enough 

Cause when it's rough and the pressure's too much to bear 

That's when you notice - the posse ain't there 

Then you're all alone with your microphone 

Freddie Foxxx is in the vicinity scopin your home 

Take your moms and your pops and your kids as prisoners 

And they become my brand new listeners 

Freeze, sucker, thought I'd warned ya 

The triple x got to drop on ya 

Now you're layin on the sidewalk, I dare you to talk 

If you can kick the right rhyme you can get up and walk 

But if you don't, you'll be a pitiful sight 

I'll take your heart and take your mic 

And make you feel it 

( *DJ Kut Terrorist cuts up* ) 

(Can you feel it) 

I make you feel it 

Kut Terrorist 

(Can you feel it) 

Listen 

(Can you feel it) 

Make em feel it 

(Can you feel it)