(You) (you) (you) (you rappers can't be like Fred)
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(You) (you) (you) (you rappers can't be like Fred
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(You) (you) (you) (you rappers can't be like Fred
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A-) (a-) (a-) (a-) (a-) (a-) (and you hate it)
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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This is a rap session
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And I'm the man at the podium speakin
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Keepin you dancin and freakin
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I came alive from the world of streets, baddest beats
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And bashed up a lotta MC's to find my seat
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So cover your chest, protect your head
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If a rhyme catches your mind sleep, you fall dead
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I kick it wicked like a wizard, rhymin every letter
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To beat me, you got to have a army or better
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Bum-rushin other rappers like Rhyme-O-Cop
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This is a contact sport, it's called hip-hop
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You suckers can't hang when I'm rhymin fast
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Cause your mic doesn't have enough power to last
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But when I slow it down to a moderate speed
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You catch a migraine headache and a nose bleed
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Whenever I break wild, you call Jake
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You try to slow me down, but your first mistake
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Was to ever approach me with your primitive skills
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Not a backyard party rapper tryin to get ill
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I'm a pro, professional rhymes leave my lips
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My rhymes coinicde with your dancin hips
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Kut Terror place his scratch wild, and hold the beat steady
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Cause I'm ready
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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When I hit the stage, pandemonium rises
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Cause I delight the crowd with different surprises
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Beatbreaks play, and the king has arisen
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Chump rappers in the back start ploppin and fizzin
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I always keep my eyes on a worthy opponent
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Cause it'll really be a trick to see em lose, won't it?
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I keep myself ready and prepared for all
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I handle whatever call, too strong to fall
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When you see Freddie Foxxx, you know you'll be entertained
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When the show's all over and the sound remains
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In your brain and you walk away sayin my rhyme
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Feelin good like a man that don't eat swine
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Fall asleep at night, and you start to dream
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If you was a paid rapper on the hip-hop scene
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You'd be heavy on the neck, and your pockets are fat
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But bein a rap star's a bit more than that
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You have to have a listenin ear for new ideas
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And speak your words fluent, so everything's clear
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The mumblin jumbo's a comical gimmick
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That the devils make money off and suckers can mimick
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When you run out of rhymes, gonna stand there sweaty
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Cause you wasn't ready
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Like Freddie the Foxxx
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I'm ready
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Street rappers hear a style that they like a lot
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When they make that first record, their rhymes are hot
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Not hot like you hear it on the radio all the time
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But hot like stolen rhymes
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Whatever's whispered in darkness, has to come to light
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So imagine what would happen if I gave you the mic
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One night, and you recite somethin you didn't write
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If it belonged to Freddie Foxxx, you might have to fight
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I throw jabs and rights, left hooks and hay-makers
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Only luck can duck the bone-breaker
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You're caught in a vice grip, tight and squeezin
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Whinin and cryin, beggin and pleadin
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I'm lyrical and mystical, I want you to know
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Cause when you gear up to come to a show
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Don't wonder why thunder hit my stage
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It's Freddie Foxxx on a rappin rage
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I make rappers real nervous, give em the jitters
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Give em 'e' for effin and I beat up the quitter
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Hold my hand around his neck and I grab him by the hair
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Then Karate-kick him like Mataka Bear
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Rappers boast and brag about their lyrical skills
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But they all shut the fuck up when I break ill
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Cause I take all races and house both sexes
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They got a reason to sweat the three X's
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I'm ready
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I'm Ready
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Freddie Foxxx |