Freddie Foxxx - Stop, Look & Listen Lyrics
(warning)[ verse 1 ]Turn up your radio, stand by the speakersBrace yourself, or you might get weakerMy rhymes hypnotize your total insidesNow were about to take a serious rideMeet me, heres the introductionMy names freddie foxxx, and Im the rap seductorYou wanna run up, run up right to come get thisSo you can all witness lyrical fitnessThe rapper that youre hearin is the microphone killerThe b-boy idol and the fly girl thrillerThe microphone mangler, mc stranglerMilky as silk pads, rougher than wranglerMad for the mic, waitin in a rageIm tight and all anxious to rush the stageRappers sit back, relax and get cosyIm about to play yall like ring around the rosiePack up your rhymes and move southOr else its 1st round, freddie by a knock-outYou cant move, I got you surroundedHuh, cause I wrote rhymes and bass poundedTo the body ( *cutting* ) to the head ( *cutting* )How you gonna last on stage with fred?Your minds workin overtime thinkin bout the latestHit from the baritone voice of the greatestOpen your eyes, so you can all see itIf you wanna go out like a whimp, then so be itI keep comin, it never stopsKill your brain, give you no propsBlast the music, see what youre missinStop (stop) look (look) and listen(warning)Watch the foxxx[ verse 2 ]Time is precious, so ima keep goinBustin off rhymes, watch me keep flowinWhen I storm, youre in my way, youre smashedDrug to the dungeon, and then crashedLine em up one at a time, and I take emBring em up, 5s and 10s, and I break emNobody walks, all comers get hurtKillin up mcs, thats my workSee, rappers wanna strong-arm, but they aint strong enoughTo bite a rhyme, cause their wind aint long enoughTake the breath of death when you chew my rhymesIf you wish to die so early, fineMusic in the background sets the soundFor me to grab the mic and break it downOne line compliments the next, and youre fiendin on itIts like you cant even walk, so you lean on itThen I guide ya, saddle and ride yaThe voice of the foxxx ringin all inside yaPlace your bets, his rhymes will wetAnd even if I dried him off, he still sweatsSoak him in scratches, beats and rhymesNobody elses - minesWalk on stage and try to be the manAnd watch foxxx kick the mic our your handCall you son, make you sit in your cornerAnd slap you up like little jack hornerIf the message aint clear by now, you wont know itBe careful, steppin to foxxx and youll blow itBlast the music, see what youre missinStop (stop) look (look) and listen[ verse 3 ]Yo, kut terrorist, back up the musicBreak out some hip-hop, watch me protrude thisThe music is well composedIf you cover your ears, the beatll bust your noseMy style is dark, indeed, goes a thousand leapsInto the minds of those that sleepFor those wide awake, sit and observeThe musical master of a million wordsOr would you rather see a basic mc?If so, leave, cause that aint meThe brag-andboastin, so-called hostinNeed a little lesson in burn-and-roastinCatch the beat, and clap your handsAnd see if we can get all the skins to danceOpen your eyes and ears, stop and look, this aint dissinYou just have to listen
