[ VERSE 1 ] 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
[ VERSE 2 ] 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
[ VERSE 3 ] 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
[ SHOUT OUTS ] 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.. outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
