Huh
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Do it
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(Serious)
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Now sit back in your seat and kick up your Nikes
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And listen to Freddie Foxxx cold rip the mic
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The microphone's burnin like a flaming torch
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And my lyrics are hot, so they can burn and scorch
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So here's a little something for you hip-hop whimps
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Try to come down hard on the hip-hop prince
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Get your rhymes all together, your microphones ready
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Cause you're about to meet the hip-hop terror - Freddie
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For all you other rappers with self-proclaimed titles
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Shut up and face the true supreme idol
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Rappers, I'm here, so come get it
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But those that tried are real sorry they did it
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Cause I hit it - hard, nail on the head, now they're dead
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But that's what you get when you're messin with Fred
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Ain't no jokin or playin around, just listen to the sound
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While I get down, this is serious
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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So serious when I take the stage
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Kinda like lettin a pitbull out of a cage
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For blood or raw meet - huh, sound sweet
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But I take the mic and a milky beat
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And drop one rhyme that's self-defined
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And then you lay back and relax while I climb
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Into your mind, every opening hole
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Walk through your body and take over your soul
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This jam is deep, when I speak you turn chicken
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Scared to death because my bassline's kickin
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Jump off and grab the mic - I dare you
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Then I'ma open you up and then wear ya
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Drag you all over like Raggedy Ann
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Rough up the wanna-be's, make you a man
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Then when you jump up to talk crap
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You'll get slapped with a rap that makes your neck snap back
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Down for the count, my hand is raised
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My rhyme is praised, and you feel dazed
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I'm gonna take you deeper, down to the bottom
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When my voice hits the mic, it'll sound like I shot him
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I'm like Rikers, buckwild in dozens
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And you'll be lookin around like, who was it?
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Hit from all sides, all you feel is pain
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And you don't even know your own name
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Try to get up for the next round and pout it
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You think you survive? I doubt it
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Bring the stretcher, jumpstart the brain and heart
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Of a rapper that's been torn apart
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This is serious
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This is serious
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Now I'ma tell you somethin you should never forget
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Fred could stand in hell and won't sweat
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Don't believe it? This is hell
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Bring the rapper, then ring the bell
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Then once we start rappin it's a hell of a round
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It takes you, your crew and the cops to bring me down
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The rapper of rap, rhymes my occupation
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Here we go, pump up your radio station
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The Kut Terrorist scratchin like a maniac
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Fred's kickin rhymes like a natural born brainiac
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It's like your standin in water and touched a livewire
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Boom - you're on fire
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And I keep rollin, rhymes keep projectin
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Hittin like a punch to the jawbone connectin
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You see me with the mic in my hand and you're jealed up
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Schemin with your posse, but y'all got held up
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Serious business, the only way to go
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I'm all about makin beats, rhymes and dough
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And once in a while I'm a stick man
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But girls ain't a problem to Foxxx, cause I'm in, man
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I got rappers on the mic delirious
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You know why? Cause this is serious
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[ SHOUT OUTS ]
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This one is a special dedication for all the posse out there
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This one goes out to Eric B. & Rakim
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This one goes out to my man Ant Live
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This one goes out to Premo
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Sha, Let's Jet and the Louisville Slugger
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This one goes out to my DJ the Kut Terrorist
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This one goes out to Laser Mike
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This one goes out to Pat
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I take this one deep for my physical Taheim Shabazz
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This one goes out to the Almighty Supreme Easy E
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This one also goes out to the Master Kevvon
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I'ma take this mile-deep for Brooklyn
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And I'ma slam one out left field for Queens
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And knock a homerun for Strong Island
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This one also goes out to the Southside Posse
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This one goes to the Paid In Full Posse
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And I'ma take this one down for my man Barney Barn
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And I'm also gonna say peace to all the Gods
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And I'm also gonna say.. out
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(Serious)
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Serious
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Freddie Foxxx |