Freddie Foxxx Is Here

[verse 1]
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

[verse 2]
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

[verse 3]
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

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)

(as we go a little something like this
Hit it --> slick rick )

(like this)

[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

(like this)

[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

(like this)

[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

(like this)

[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

(warning)

[ verse 1 ]
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

[ verse 2 ]
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

[ verse 3 ]
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