1.The Master
I'm in the midst of the mike and i'mma get live and crazy
Cause i ain't met rapper that's yet to phase me
Beats are played like a horse in the third
Then the voice of the rapper freddie foxxx is heard
(i don't get that horse line either but keep reading)
Give in dough, if you bet and you hit, you a winner
But rappers take a loss cause i treat'em like beginners
Now they wanna fight cause i wrecked the place
And they mad cause they bet a against the rapping ace
You got live, and pulled out mace
But you caught it, buck fifty cross the face
Never have i ever took a loss in rhyming
On the microphone checkin', cause it's all timing
(right here is where he starts to get ill)
Rappers are breeded on disrespect
You can catch it like a shortstop, right in the chest
I got access to beat and rhymes in artillary
I don't need to load cause ain't nobody killin' me
Cut terrorist, boost the scratch track
While i tell'em there ain't no match
Cause i'm armor, and you a country jerri curl farmer
Still wearing 85' bombers
There's no way you get props you don't deserve
The only thing you get here is served
Not food or drink but this is pain
Raps the game, i take it to the brain
Took a rapper to the dungeon and wrecked his world
Laughed in his face while he cried like a girl
I broke it down so he understood
If you live by the laws of foxxx, you gotta be good
Bumped his girl his sister then his neice
Then stepped off like a natural born horse thief
(those last few lines are my shit)
Raps the game, so do what ya gotta do to win
As long as your in
I learned that from my main man rap (kool g rap)
Who said if i always kept my microphone strapped
I'll bring terror and danger to beats and basslines
Cause my rhymes are like a loaded tech nine
(hey, it was 91' he's allowed to be corny once in a while)
On and on i go and i won't stop the flow
You ready for a break...no
(he's been rhyming for quite some time now!!)
I was a black child born with the mind to create words and
rhymes that sound
The same
Freddie the foxxx is a master, my mind builds faster, then the
average rappers
Brain
You might try and disconnect the power
Destroy the man that rhymes and rhymes for hours
But you see i know what time it really is
A lot of rappers pop up, then fizz
Cause when it's time to see who's the real boss
They all sing like diana ross
(the next few lines are on some ill rakimesque battle shit.
don't sleep)
I set standards ,follow my mind and calmly wait
What i create you greatly appreciate
I don't fold under pressure and i don't cry
Peep both my eyes and focus on the bullseye
I'm the master when danger comes
I wreck compitition, and label'em bums
If you was nice before you ain't nice no more
Freddie foxxx, top destroyer
When i hit prime time airwaves with rhymes
Freddie the foxxx had time and the right style
I stay cool, my head never swells
But rappers got gel-led
(that one is all about the delivery)
Juice was drippin' from your mouth ,you were slobbin
So mad at freddie , boy your head start throbbin'
Try to get paid on the sneak tip
But once again..you slip
I got control of your mind body and soul
Now you feel like your 90 years old
Crippled and crawlin', totally disabled
Beating your head with the mike and a turntable
(fat)
Down to your last leg, beggin' for mercy
This is what happen to those who try to hurt me
Come strong and you might get props son
Hold on tight to your rhymes ,don't drop none
(that's a clever one. it's always in my head.)
You think fast, freddie foxxx thinks faster
Cause i'm the master
2.Somebody Else Bumped Your Girl
Did you ever have a girl and you thought she was it
To find out in the long run she ain't even shit
Dress her up nice, sport her all over town
And then behind your back she likes sleepin around
She's steppin out late while you're home in bed
To another brother kickin bass all in her head
You're layin there, lookin at her photo in frame
And you're chirpin like a bird while you're singin her name
You call her every night, then you're off by 10
When you hang up the phone, she hits the road again
Sad what i'm sayin, but it's gotta be true
Everybody knows your girl better than you
But what i'm sayin is this： you said she'd never do wrong
You met her at first, she did a dancin song
Said 'i'll stay with you forever and brighten your world'
Face it, somebody bumpin your girl
Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It makes you mad, don't it？
Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It make you ill, won't it？
I met this kid named jesse on my way uptown
Sittin on the train, on his face was a frown
I said 'my man, what's the matter？' then he started to sweat
Said 'my girl left the crib, and she didn't come home yet
Foxxx, i'm hurt, sad as could be
Cause everytime she leaves, she always calls me
But i ain't heard a word, i'm worried to death
I can't understand why she up and just left'
'how long has it been？' he said 'about six days
And man, i did a lotta prayin, and i hope that it pays'
I looked him in his face, told him 'don't be a cad
Cause ain't a girl in the world, it's insanity, mad
You better start thinkin and preparin your heart
Cause if you hear the wrong thing, you'll be torn apart'
Jesse stood up, the train came to a stop
Had a look on his face like he was about to pop
I said 'so what's up？' then he looked in my grill
Kinda like i look myself when i'm bout to get ill
He was lookin on a platform, right by a can
His girl lockin lips with another man
Jesse broke stupid, and pulled out a tool
And started lickin off like a crazy fool
The brother went rambo, actin wild
And shot sixteen people at the turnstyle
The girl got sick when she saw blood flowin
The brother she was with did a jesse owens
I couldn't believe the brother ruined his world
All because somebody else bumped his girl
Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It makes you mad, don't it？
Now i'ma tell you all a story bout my man jim stone
Who had a three-floor mansion and a yacht of his own
He had enough money, but what capes the cake
He had the baddest girl in about 10 states
All about he ever talked about was lovin his girl
And how he'd never touch another in the whole wide world
Jim got the nerve, wants to buy her a ring
And when he put it on her finger, she was ready to sting
The brother had a party at his crib one night
Had the place laid out, and the music was hype
About 100 people, i would say, no less
Freddie foxxx ain't stupid, i can knowledge a mess
I noticed his girl, she kept grinnin a lot
She was hangin round the fireplace in this one spot
She looked like she was waitin for a train or a bus
She was waitin for jim's best man, his boy gus
Gus got slick, took the girl by the hand
And dipped the step like the bionic man
I stood there shakin my head, i had a flashback
Bout what happened uptown by the traintracks
Jim came over and he said to me 'fred
I got a real bad thought bumrushin my head'
I said 'so what's the matter？' then he looked at me twice
And said 'i can't find my best man gus or my wife'
Jim was on a mission, i could look in his eyes
And see the meter on his blood pressure startin to rise
He headed up the steps and i followed behind
And i could tell by his face he had death on his mind
He stood by the room and the door was cranked
Then he took off his shirt, and then we both stepped back
Jim kicked the door open and he stuck in his head
And saw gus and his wife both naked in bed
Jim grabbed a bat, and i tell you the truth
He was swingin homeruns like my man babe ruth
He left em both layin there, stiff as a board
And he turned to me and said 'freddie foxxx, i scored'
Two accounts murder one, now he sits in his cell
With a life-long sentence and a story to tell
I couldn't believe the brother ruined his world
All because somebody bumped his girl
Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It makes you mad, don't it？
Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It make you ill, won't it？
(you mean that's it？)
3.The Ladies Jam
Now i'ma kick a smooth rap tune for the ladies
Girls lookin good make the guys go crazy
If there wasn't no girls in the house here tonight
I wouldn't be standin here, rockin the mic
Fellas admit it, the music is slam-o
But it's all the girls that make you wanna go
You wanna be in on the skins like a rap star
If your bass is strong, it shouldn't matter who you are
Girls wear pants, tight and slender
Lookin so good, she'll make a man a pretender
On the mic when i'm rappin, i look in the crowd
Women in the front row screamin out loud
It sends chills through the body
Makes me rap more and hype up the party
Letters in the mail, sexy lipstick
I had to write a song for the ladies real quick
So all the ladies, clap your hands
And let's call this one the ladies jam
This is the ladies jam
Yo the ladies jam
Yo fellas, this is the ladies jam
Now when the party is jumpin and the women are smilin
Fellas play it low-key and call it stylin
You gotta check yourself, before you make a move
Cause if you play yourself out once, then you lose
You gotta face the facts, women got the upper hand
Cause it's the real good woman that makes a man
Fellas let me ask you, please be truthful
Would you rather have a man or a woman seduce you？
I don't know about you, i rather die a woman juggler
Than to die a baloney smuggler
Now me bein a man, i gotta love my woman
Show her this blackman can keep it comin
Brothers get jealous, fightin over ladies
Somebody else did your skins, now you're crazy
But there's more women in this world than men
So why can't all of us fellas be in？
So this is for the ladies, clap your hands
So we can do this, it's the ladies jam
Yo, the ladies jam
Yo fellas, it's the ladies jam
Come on, it's the ladies jam
Girl, i been waitin for the day to come
So me and you can do this, one on one
Now who do i pick, what about this cutie？
The one with the smile and the real nice booty
Or what about brownskin sittin in the corner
Flashin them sexy legs, you know i wanna
Oh, you got friends with you？ cool, no sweat
These are my boys, ant live, and let's jet
More girls comin？ you got a lotta friends
The true mack man and supreme are in
Let's get one for the r, rappin jay
Ron dru and the crew get a piece of the cake
Let's get busy and all have a party
Off to the hotel, haircuts for everybody
Fly girls, clap your hands
And let's call this the ladies jam
This is the ladies jam
Hey yo, this is the ladies jam
Fellas, this is the ladies jam
Check this out
Brooklyn
This is the ladies jam
Queens
This is the ladies jam
Manhattan
This is the ladies jam
The bronx
This is the ladies jam
Strong island
Th
4.Forever
5.Stop, Look And Listen
(warning)
Turn up your radio, stand by the speakers
Brace yourself, or you might get weaker
My rhymes hypnotize your total insides
Now we're about to take a serious ride
Meet me, here's the introduction
My name's freddie foxxx, and i'm the rap seductor
You wanna run up, run up right to come get this
So you can all witness lyrical fitness
The rapper that you're hearin is the microphone killer
The b-boy idol and the fly girl thriller
The microphone mangler, mc strangler
Milky as silk pads, rougher than wrangler
Mad for the mic, waitin in a rage
I'm tight and all anxious to rush the stage
Rappers sit back, relax and get cosy
I'm about to play y'all like ring around the rosie
Pack up your rhymes and move south
Or else it's '1st round, freddie by a knock-out'
You can't move, i got you surrounded
Huh, cause i wrote rhymes and bass pounded
To the body ( ＊cutting＊ ) to the head ( ＊cutting＊ )
How you gonna last on stage with fred？
Your mind's workin overtime thinkin bout the latest
Hit from the baritone voice of the greatest
Open your eyes, so you can all see it
If you wanna go out like a whimp, then so be it
I keep comin, it never stops
Kill your brain, give you no props
Blast the music, see what you're missin
Stop (stop) look (look) and listen
(warning)
Watch the foxxx
Time is precious, so i'ma keep goin
Bustin off rhymes, watch me keep flowin
When i storm, you're in my way, you're smashed
Drug to the dungeon, and then crashed
Line em up one at a time, and i take em
Bring em up, 5s and 10s, and i break em
Nobody walks, all comers get hurt
Killin up mc's, that's my work
See, rappers wanna strong-arm, but they ain't strong enough
To bite a rhyme, cause their wind ain't long enough
Take the breath of death when you chew my rhymes
If you wish to die so early, fine
Music in the background sets the sound
For me to grab the mic and break it down
One line compliments the next, and you're fiendin on it
It's like you can't even walk, so you lean on it
Then i guide ya, saddle and ride ya
The voice of the foxxx ringin all inside ya
Place your bets, his rhymes will wet
And even if i dried him off, he still sweats
Soak him in scratches, beats and rhymes
Nobody else's - mines
Walk on stage and try to be the man
And watch foxxx kick the mic our your hand
Call you 'son', make you sit in your corner
And slap you up like little jack horner
If the message ain't clear by now, you won't know it
Be careful, steppin to foxxx and you'll blow it
Blast the music, see what you're missin
Stop (stop) look (look) and listen
Yo, kut terrorist, back up the music
Break out some hip-hop, watch me protrude this
The music is well composed
If you cover your ears, the beat'll bust your nose
My style is dark, indeed, goes a thousand leaps
Into the minds of those that sleep
For those wide awake, sit and observe
The musical master of a million words
Or would you rather see a basic mc？
If so, leave, cause that ain't me
The brag-andboastin, so-called hostin
Need a little lesson in burn-and-roastin
Catch the beat, and clap your hands
And see if we can get all the skins to dance
Open your eyes and ears, stop and look, this ain't dissin
You just have to listen
6.Serious
Huh
Do it
(serious)
Now sit back in your seat and kick up your nikes
And listen to freddie foxxx cold rip the mic
The microphone's burnin like a flaming torch
And my lyrics are hot, so they can burn and scorch
So here's a little something for you hip-hop whimps
Try to come down hard on the hip-hop prince
Get your rhymes all together, your microphones ready
Cause you're about to meet the hip-hop terror - freddie
For all you other rappers with self-proclaimed titles
Shut up and face the true supreme idol
Rappers, i'm here, so come get it
But those that tried are real sorry they did it
Cause i hit it - hard, nail on the head, now they're dead
But that's what you get when you're messin with fred
Ain't no jokin or playin around, just listen to the sound
While i get down, this is serious
So serious when i take the stage
Kinda like lettin a pitbull out of a cage
For blood or raw meet - huh, sound sweet
But i take the mic and a milky beat
And drop one rhyme that's self-defined
And then you lay back and relax while i climb
Into your mind, every opening hole
Walk through your body and take over your soul
This jam is deep, when i speak you turn chicken
Scared to death because my bassline's kickin
Jump off and grab the mic - i dare you
Then i'ma open you up and then wear ya
Drag you all over like raggedy ann
Rough up the wanna-be's, make you a man
Then when you jump up to talk crap
You'll get slapped with a rap that makes your neck snap back
Down for the count, my hand is raised
My rhyme is praised, and you feel dazed
I'm gonna take you deeper, down to the bottom
When my voice hits the mic, it'll sound like i shot him
I'm like rikers, buckwild in dozens
And you'll be lookin around like, who was it？
Hit from all sides, all you feel is pain
And you don't even know your own name
Try to get up for the next round and pout it
You think you survive？ i doubt it
Bring the stretcher, jumpstart the brain and heart
Of a rapper that's been torn apart
This is serious
This is serious
Now i'ma tell you somethin you should never forget
Fred could stand in hell and won't sweat
Don't believe it？ this is hell
Bring the rapper, then ring the bell
Then once we start rappin it's a hell of a round
It takes you, your crew and the cops to bring me down
The rapper of rap, rhymes my occupation
Here we go, pump up your radio station
The kut terrorist scratchin like a maniac
Fred's kickin rhymes like a natural born brainiac
It's like your standin in water and touched a livewire
Boom - you're on fire
And i keep rollin, rhymes keep projectin
Hittin like a punch to the jawbone connectin
You see me with the mic in my hand and you're jealed up
Schemin with your posse, but y'all got held up
Serious business, the only way to go
I'm all about makin beats, rhymes and dough
And once in a while i'm a stick man
But girls ain't a problem to foxxx, cause i'm in, man
I got rappers on the mic delirious
You know why？ cause this is serious
This one is a special dedication for all the posse out there
This one goes out to eric b. ＆ rakim
This one goes out to my man ant live
This one goes out to premo
Sha, let's jet and the louisville slugger
This one goes out to my dj the kut terrorist
This one goes out to laser mike
This one goes out to pat
I take this one deep for my physical taheim shabazz
This one goes out to the almighty supreme easy e
This one also goes out to the master kevvon
I'ma take this mile-deep for brooklyn
And i'ma slam one out left field for queens
And knock a homerun for strong island
This one also goes out to the southside posse
This one goes to the paid in full posse
And i'ma take this one down for my man barney barn
And i'm also gonna say peace to all the gods
And i'm also gonna say.. out
(serious)
7.Ain't No Sunshine
ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long
Anytime she goes away
Wonder this time where she's gone
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away
And i know, i know...
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Only darkness everyday
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
When she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
8.Keep Doin' It Like This
(as we go a little something like this
Hit it --＞ slick rick )
(like this)
Now i'ma pump a new record up loud like thunder
Get your minds goin, so you all wonder
How does he do it, grab his mic and run through it
Over to the public, so suckers can chew it
Kut terror, terrorize wanna-be stars
While i rip through my rhymes like a rocket to mars
The man keeps goin, strong forever
Over bumps and bruises, but loses never
I gotta move, i can't sit too long
Cause if i'm idle, i start thinkin somethin is wrong
Cause i'm a warrior, can't be beat and won't lose
Rap is the life and profession i choose
Can't take a rest, i'm still in a rush
I'm out to conquer and just cold crush
Condition my mind and keep both eyes open
Even at night when i'm restin i'm scopin
See, once i start, i gotta finish up
Nobody leave until the record is cut
When i aim, i aim for the stars, and i won't miss
Cause i'ma kick it like this
(like this)
People all over had a serious doubt
That i could grab the microphone and burn it out
But microphone-burnin is a serious sport
So i burned every rapper that played on the court
Terror's a kut terrorist, seem to scare
A lotta deejays gettin paid out there
They hear about speed and a acurate scratch
So bring the whole batch cause no one can match
Quality shows and the style of the rhyme
But when a scratch track hits the charts are all mine
Cause i work hard, and never was a quitter
Like les foxxx is a homerun hitter
If you follow the intro, you know what i'm sayin
See that i'm business, and i ain't playin
Light shines on the man that you see, and you're present
Those that are jealous are mere peasants
When a child is born, he's already a striver
You make him like the foxxx, a soul survivor
I shoot for the stars at the top, and won't miss
Yeah, and i'ma kick it like this
(like this)
Now gettin on the top ain't hard to do
And if i gotta ruin reps, i'ma do that too
Cause i'ma take out the maddest, outrap the baddest
With just my mind, slim up the fattest
I'm on a mission to house competition
Fredddie the foxxx got you hopin and wishin
You could grab your mic and knock me out the box
Come on - not the foxxx
Now here's an example of poetry in motion
Grab your trunks cause i'ma flow like the ocean
You rappers ain't ready yet, freddie is right
I pump about a million watts through a mic
Keep you dancin all night till your feet start achin
Bass pumps loud till your bones start breakin
Security runs because the walls start splittin
I'm tryina explain to you how hard i'm hittin
Girls out front can't wait to touch me
Fellas look mad, but they won't rush me
Keep it all cool, and the jam won't miss
And i keep kickin it like this
(like this)
The next century waits for a man with a new style
And i get greeted with a hug and a big smile
Solo, i walk forever in a world of my own
Without guns and knives, just a microphone
Travel the land to see rappers that step to me
In my quest for fame, are bound to get done, you see
I won't shoot the next man down until
He gets disrespectful or acts real ill
Then i gotta smash like a roller steamin
Doin it like this while you keep dreamin
Rappers that press me know foxxx is a top man
Cause i rule the mic and enthrall with a strong hand
My rap juices flow like a river
Around your heart and down past your liver
You can't take the pain cause it's rough
Screamin to your partners, you had enough
You wanna step to foxxx, then you like to get dissed
Cause i'ma kick it like this
9.Busted
(anywhere in the galaxy...)
Now it's time to throw down, i come in a rage
To be freddie foxxx and raise the stage
I feel hype, kut terrorist, hit me
Cause i get the mac, strap both nines with me
And i'ma catch a murder rap, death through hip-hop
The rhyming murderer can't be stopped
I want all rappers, feel my lyrics
Open your ears real wide and hear it
Now i kicked ？？？ and rap, mine stolen
Over and over again, bought and sold and
But now i'm back with new intentions
Doctor rhyminstein with new inventions
Rappers get waxed, buffed like floors
Slammed on concrete, thrown through doors
Here's priority, rappers are petrol
Wishin me luck before i start my show
I see it on your face, boy, you look noxious
You better be careful, you should be cautious
You're messin with the man whose zone is danger
Freddie the foxxx, the swift rap ranger
If you're caught foul, rap is disgusted
Boom - you're busted
？？？ and slidin, lookin and ridin
For song-rewriters, thieves and biters
If you're caught red-handed, you can't deny it
If i catch your head bitin, i'm gonna fly it
Rappers make hits and their ego's lifted
Personality flips, minds are shifted
Once your busted you can't be trusted
You violate rap, then you might get rusted
I been down with crews, i wrecked mc's
My appearance alone made em weak in the knees
Cause i stand strong, keep the mic in position
Won't allow you to move till i give you permission
Soak in the rhymes, from the mind i project em
If a rapper's to face me, i disrespect him
Treat him like heat, now he belongs to foxxx
And send him to work to wash drawers and socks
Look in my face, eyes shine like diamonds
Ladies scream while foxxx keeps rhymin
The ebony lord, fly new sex symbol
Opposin those who try to nimble
For those who slide and can't be trusted
Huh, you're busted
When i move, i move by myself and i'm cool
Easier for freddie foxxx to teach schools
You sucker mc, you're lost in lyrics
Oh, now i'm your man, but only cause you hear it
And you know it's my style and my rhymes that you bit from
Rappers that feel they can hang, come and get some
Cause i got enough to get around from town to town
I'ma break this down, here's the sound
I battle at a party when i touch the mic
Saw a kid make a face like foxxx wasn't hype
Kut terror threw a sractch, then i ripped some rhymes
And the battle and the skins he brought was all mines
He took a chance, he coulda been psycho
The brother shoulda known i was mr. micro-
Phone and go on to the early mornin
How you're gonna move when foxxx is stormin
Those that steal： you'll never be trusted
Foxxx says you're busted
You're busted
10.Make'em Feel It
11.Freddie Foxxx Is Here
12.I'm Ready
(you) (you) (you) (you rappers can't be like fred)
(you) (you) (you) (you rappers can't be like fred
(you) (you) (you) (you rappers can't be like fred
A-) (a-) (a-) (a-) (a-) (a-) (and you hate it)
This is a rap session
And i'm the man at the podium speakin
Keepin you dancin and freakin
I came alive from the world of streets, baddest beats
And bashed up a lotta mc's to find my seat
So cover your chest, protect your head
If a rhyme catches your mind sleep, you fall dead
I kick it wicked like a wizard, rhymin every letter
To beat me, you got to have a army or better
Bum-rushin other rappers like rhyme-o-cop
This is a contact sport, it's called hip-hop
You suckers can't hang when i'm rhymin fast
Cause your mic doesn't have enough power to last
But when i slow it down to a moderate speed
You catch a migraine headache and a nose bleed
Whenever i break wild, you call jake
You try to slow me down, but your first mistake
Was to ever approach me with your primitive skills
Not a backyard party rapper tryin to get ill
I'm a pro, professional rhymes leave my lips
My rhymes coinicde with your dancin hips
Kut terror place his scratch wild, and hold the beat steady
Cause i'm ready
When i hit the stage, pandemonium rises
Cause i delight the crowd with different surprises
Beatbreaks play, and the king has arisen
Chump rappers in the back start ploppin and fizzin
I always keep my eyes on a worthy opponent
Cause it'll really be a trick to see em lose, won't it？
I keep myself ready and prepared for all
I handle whatever call, too strong to fall
When you see freddie foxxx, you know you'll be entertained
When the show's all over and the sound remains
In your brain and you walk away sayin my rhyme
Feelin good like a man that don't eat swine
Fall asleep at night, and you start to dream
If you was a paid rapper on the hip-hop scene
You'd be heavy on the neck, and your pockets are fat
But bein a rap star's a bit more than that
You have to have a listenin ear for new ideas
And speak your words fluent, so everything's clear
The mumblin jumbo's a comical gimmick
That the devils make money off and suckers can mimick
When you run out of rhymes, gonna stand there sweaty
Cause you wasn't ready
Like freddie the foxxx
I'm ready
Street rappers hear a style that they like a lot
When they make that first record, their rhymes are hot
Not hot like you hear it on the radio all the time
But hot like stolen rhymes
Whatever's whispered in darkness, has to come to light
So imagine what would happen if i gave you the mic
One night, and you recite somethin you didn't write
If it belonged to freddie foxxx, you might have to fight
I throw jabs and rights, left hooks and hay-makers
Only luck can duck the bone-breaker
You're caught in a vice grip, tight and squeezin
Whinin and cryin, beggin and pleadin
I'm lyrical and mystical, i want you to know
Cause when you gear up to come to a show
Don't wonder why thunder hit my stage
It's freddie foxxx on a rappin rage
I make rappers real nervous, give em the jitters
Give em 'e' for effin and i beat up the quitter
Hold my hand around his neck and i grab him by the hair
Then karate-kick him like mataka bear
Rappers boast and brag about their lyrical skills
But they all shut the fuck up when i break ill
Cause i take all races and house both sexes
They got a reason to sweat the three x's
I'm ready
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