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