| The man on the mic hittin hard like a full back
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| Freddie is back and the Foxxx is in motion
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| Rhymes are smooth like I greased em with lotion
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| The Terrorist cuts like a ginzu, fresh out the box
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| (*DJ Kut Terrorist scratches*) — huh, and Freddie Foxxx
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| Makes musical displays, the record is slammin
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| The world is hype and everybody is jammin
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| Rappers are mad, heads are steamin
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| Cause Freddie is pumpin and girls are dreamin
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| Of nighttime pleasure with brown skin treasure
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| The Foxxx is flowin with every musical measure
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| So your hands go high in the air, you scream out 'yeah'
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| The Freddie Foxxx is here, so get there
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| Now I been a micster for years and I’m still as dope
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| The beats and ryhmes and the music’s rope
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| Rappers prayed and even cried for hope
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| When I got a hold of their throats
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| When I’m in motion it’s hard to stop me
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| Brothers with Uzis and nines can’t pop me
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| Strong and built like the Rock of Gibraltar
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| Cuts displayed and none of em alter
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| Dance and freak, on the floor go crazy
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| Girls tryin real hard to amaze me
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| My eyes on the crowd, feet on the floor
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| Have you jumpin and screamin and beggin for more
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| The beat is slam-dunkin and the rhymes are fine
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| I’m Freddie F-o-x if you don’t know the time
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| Put your left foot in, your right foot back
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| Doin the Fox is just as easy as that
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| So your hands go high in the air, you scream out 'yeah'
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| Cause Freddie Foxxx is here, so get there
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| The beat’s real def, you can’t refuse it
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| Cause only Freddie Foxxx can use it
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| Right when the mic’s in my hand and I’m smokin
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| Real serious and I ain’t jokin
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| You see me in action, your mouth is open
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| Your eyes buckwild, you can’t stop scopin
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| On the physical form, I can’t be touched
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| So rappers step on stage and get rushed
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| My deejay slices the background down to the ground
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| (*DJ Kut Terrorist scratches*)nd the sound
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| Is smooth and steady, you listen to Freddie
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| Put your dancin shoes on whenever you’re ready
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| Those standin in the corners I’mma pump the earthquakes
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| To say one rhyme and that’s all it takes
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| Then you’ll be doin my dance, you won’t be able
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| To stop, you’ll be dancin on walls and tables
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| You’re sayin to yourself Freddie Foxxx just ??? |
| it
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| I mean he housed it, totally freaked it
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| Smooth is a man that can step to me right
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| But then dumb is a man that grabs the mic
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| Cause when he opens his mouth to kick a vocal
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| I run him down like a Amtrak local
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| So your hands go high in the air, you scream out 'yeah'
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| Cause Freddie Foxxx is here, then get there |