Huh

Do it



(Serious)



[ 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.. out



(Serious)