Adoxography by Gentry Fox Lyrics
Step from out behind the smoke with motion as the motive
Fox flow like a river but ripple like an ocean
Lift then split tide like Moses on the moon when I think
On sync via rhythm of dope beats I'm complete
True grit be what Fox G-O-T
Till' thy date come when batteries D-I-E
That be stiff and deceased 'til my horns and or wings
Son I'll sing 'til the motherfucking fat lady screams yep
Past that I smack whack rappers out their snapbacks
With madcap lyricism homegrown from pro rap
Thank gift of gab Fox roll roll and trap
Stroll onward through life with not a care nor a crap
Given out towards the whack just the real yep the ill
Ya'll feel what I'm saying? "Yeah we all know the deal"
This kid fucking kill like die fucker die
Via rhymes from the mind like time after time
You better flee hops or get your head thrown three blocks
I represent the real hip-hop
You can't step to this I got the Glock cocked
I represent the real hip-hop
You better flee hops or get your head thrown three blocks
I represent the real hip-hop
Listen up to the rhymes I drop
I represent the real hip-hop
Fox nice when on mic but make no mistake bitch
I'm mean like a beast when thy peace be at stake shit
I straight flip scripts like Brad to the Pitt
When I'm pissed friggin' sick fucking AIDS when I spit
Like the plague straight up ill phrase cliché but for real
When I spill I'll kill and grub the weak like a meal
For my skill hike on incline from sunrise till' nighttime
Crook 5-0 grind upon them handrails come downtime
Seek the best try hard till' my heart die
Find my peace between these breakbeats and page lines
I'm out for mine nothing more nothing less
Then the rest free the mind seal this name via text
On a list of the best be the next on said list
To perfect this deflect of grime mud and mess
Sucker punch stress in chest punk him out and pull the pockets
Tell him "thanks for the help" then knock his ass unconscious
You better flee hops or get your head thrown three blocks
I represent the real hip-hop
You can't step to this I got the Glock cocked
I represent the real hip-hop
You better flee hops or get your head thrown three blocks
I represent the real hip-hop
Listen up to the rhymes I drop
I represent the real hip-hop
Fox flow like a river but ripple like an ocean
Lift then split tide like Moses on the moon when I think
On sync via rhythm of dope beats I'm complete
True grit be what Fox G-O-T
Till' thy date come when batteries D-I-E
That be stiff and deceased 'til my horns and or wings
Son I'll sing 'til the motherfucking fat lady screams yep
Past that I smack whack rappers out their snapbacks
With madcap lyricism homegrown from pro rap
Thank gift of gab Fox roll roll and trap
Stroll onward through life with not a care nor a crap
Given out towards the whack just the real yep the ill
Ya'll feel what I'm saying? "Yeah we all know the deal"
This kid fucking kill like die fucker die
Via rhymes from the mind like time after time
You better flee hops or get your head thrown three blocks
I represent the real hip-hop
You can't step to this I got the Glock cocked
I represent the real hip-hop
You better flee hops or get your head thrown three blocks
I represent the real hip-hop
Listen up to the rhymes I drop
I represent the real hip-hop
Fox nice when on mic but make no mistake bitch
I'm mean like a beast when thy peace be at stake shit
I straight flip scripts like Brad to the Pitt
When I'm pissed friggin' sick fucking AIDS when I spit
Like the plague straight up ill phrase cliché but for real
When I spill I'll kill and grub the weak like a meal
For my skill hike on incline from sunrise till' nighttime
Crook 5-0 grind upon them handrails come downtime
Seek the best try hard till' my heart die
Find my peace between these breakbeats and page lines
I'm out for mine nothing more nothing less
Then the rest free the mind seal this name via text
On a list of the best be the next on said list
To perfect this deflect of grime mud and mess
Sucker punch stress in chest punk him out and pull the pockets
Tell him "thanks for the help" then knock his ass unconscious
You better flee hops or get your head thrown three blocks
I represent the real hip-hop
You can't step to this I got the Glock cocked
I represent the real hip-hop
You better flee hops or get your head thrown three blocks
I represent the real hip-hop
Listen up to the rhymes I drop
I represent the real hip-hop