Hit it   > Slick Rick )

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 [Verse 1]
 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

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 [Verse 2]
 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

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 [Verse 3]
 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

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 [Verse 4]
 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