Freddie Foxxx - Serious Lyrics
HuhDo it(serious)[ verse 1 ]Now sit back in your seat and kick up your nikesAnd listen to freddie foxxx cold rip the micThe microphones burnin like a flaming torchAnd my lyrics are hot, so they can burn and scorchSo heres a little something for you hip-hop whimpsTry to come down hard on the hip-hop princeGet your rhymes all together, your microphones readyCause youre about to meet the hip-hop terror - freddieFor all you other rappers with self-proclaimed titlesShut up and face the true supreme idolRappers, Im here, so come get itBut those that tried are real sorry they did itCause I hit it - hard, nail on the head, now theyre deadBut thats what you get when youre messin with fredAint no jokin or playin around, just listen to the soundWhile I get down, this is serious[ verse 2 ]So serious when I take the stageKinda like lettin a pitbull out of a cageFor blood or raw meet - huh, sound sweetBut I take the mic and a milky beatAnd drop one rhyme thats self-definedAnd then you lay back and relax while I climbInto your mind, every opening holeWalk through your body and take over your soulThis jam is deep, when I speak you turn chickenScared to death because my basslines kickinJump off and grab the mic - I dare youThen ima open you up and then wear yaDrag you all over like raggedy annRough up the wanna-bes, make you a manThen when you jump up to talk crapYoull get slapped with a rap that makes your neck snap backDown for the count, my hand is raisedMy rhyme is praised, and you feel dazedIm gonna take you deeper, down to the bottomWhen my voice hits the mic, itll sound like I shot himIm like rikers, buckwild in dozensAnd youll be lookin around like, who was it?Hit from all sides, all you feel is painAnd you dont even know your own nameTry to get up for the next round and pout itYou think you survive? I doubt itBring the stretcher, jumpstart the brain and heartOf a rapper thats been torn apartThis is seriousThis is serious[ verse 3 ]Now ima tell you somethin you should never forgetFred could stand in hell and wont sweatDont believe it? this is hellBring the rapper, then ring the bellThen once we start rappin its a hell of a roundIt takes you, your crew and the cops to bring me downThe rapper of rap, rhymes my occupationHere we go, pump up your radio stationThe kut terrorist scratchin like a maniacFreds kickin rhymes like a natural born brainiacIts like your standin in water and touched a livewireBoom - youre on fireAnd I keep rollin, rhymes keep projectinHittin like a punch to the jawbone connectinYou see me with the mic in my hand and youre jealed upSchemin with your posse, but yall got held upSerious business, the only way to goIm all about makin beats, rhymes and doughAnd once in a while Im a stick manBut girls aint a problem to foxxx, cause Im in, manI got rappers on the mic deliriousYou know why? cause this is serious[ shout outs ]This one is a special dedication for all the posse out thereThis one goes out to eric b. & rakimThis one goes out to my man ant liveThis one goes out to premoSha, lets jet and the louisville sluggerThis one goes out to my dj the kut terroristThis one goes out to laser mikeThis one goes out to patI take this one deep for my physical taheim shabazzThis one goes out to the almighty supreme easy eThis one also goes out to the master kevvonIma take this mile-deep for brooklynAnd ima slam one out left field for queensAnd knock a homerun for strong islandThis one also goes out to the southside posseThis one goes to the paid in full posseAnd ima take this one down for my man barney barnAnd Im also gonna say peace to all the godsAnd Im also gonna say.. out(serious)
