(Anywhere in the galaxy...)
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Now it's time to throw down, I come in a rage
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To be Freddie Foxxx and raise the stage
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I feel hype, Kut Terrorist, hit me
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Cause I get the Mac, strap both nines with me
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And I'ma catch a murder rap, death through hip-hop
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The rhyming murderer can't be stopped
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I want all rappers, feel my lyrics
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Open your ears real wide and hear it
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Now I kicked ??? and rap, mine stolen
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Over and over again, bought and sold and
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But now I'm back with new intentions
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Doctor Rhyminstein with new inventions
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Rappers get waxed, buffed like floors
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Slammed on concrete, thrown through doors
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Here's priority, rappers are petrol
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Wishin me luck before I start my show
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I see it on your face, boy, you look noxious
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You better be careful, you should be cautious
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You're messin with the man whose zone is danger
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Freddie the Foxxx, the swift rap ranger
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If you're caught foul, rap is disgusted
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Boom - you're busted
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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??? and slidin, lookin and ridin
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For song-rewriters, thieves and biters
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If you're caught red-handed, you can't deny it
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If I catch your head bitin, I'm gonna fly it
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Rappers make hits and their ego's lifted
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Personality flips, minds are shifted
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Once your busted you can't be trusted
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You violate rap, then you might get rusted
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I been down with crews, I wrecked MC's
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My appearance alone made em weak in the knees
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Cause I stand strong, keep the mic in position
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Won't allow you to move till I give you permission
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Soak in the rhymes, from the mind I project em
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If a rapper's to face me, I disrespect him
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Treat him like heat, now he belongs to Foxxx
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And send him to work to wash drawers and socks
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Look in my face, eyes shine like diamonds
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Ladies scream while Foxxx keeps rhymin
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The Ebony Lord, fly new sex symbol
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Opposin those who try to nimble
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For those who slide and can't be trusted
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Huh, you're busted
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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When I move, I move by myself and I'm cool
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Easier for Freddie Foxxx to teach schools
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You sucker MC, you're lost in lyrics
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Oh, now I'm your man, but only cause you hear it
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And you know it's my style and my rhymes that you bit from
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Rappers that feel they can hang, come and get some
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Cause I got enough to get around from town to town
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I'ma break this down, here's the sound
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I battle at a party when I touch the mic
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Saw a kid make a face like Foxxx wasn't hype
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Kut Terror threw a sractch, then I ripped some rhymes
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And the battle and the skins he brought was all mines
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He took a chance, he coulda been psycho
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The brother shoulda known I was Mr. Micro-
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phone and go on to the early mornin
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How you're gonna move when Foxxx is stormin
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Those that steal: you'll never be trusted
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Foxxx says you're busted
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You're busted
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Busted
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Freddie Foxxx |