Yeah. "industry shakedown". I call this one. The industry shakedown. Word up. Uh huh. "industry shakedown". Now the reason I call it... the industry shakedown.
You can not see your misery. But you are climbing on the misery-tree. You broadcast filth, you bring us pain. We sow a tumor in your brain. Turn on your TV, what do you see?.
You, you, you. (You rappers can't be like Fred). You, you, you. (You rappers can't be like Fred). . You, you, you. (You rappers can't be like Fred). A-a-and you hate it.
Waking up in pieces. On Monday noon. I'm a burdon to myself. Gonna to crack real soon. . My armour, my shield. The food for my greed. I thought I knew when it was time to quit.
You should know better, and so should I. That rapid tongue brings out my Evil Eye. . So, here we are now, it's like a curse. I see you shaking, hyper ventilating.
Music is deep, get you drunk like a six-pack. The man on the mic hittin hard like a full back. Freddie is back and the Foxxx is in motion. Rhymes are smooth like I greased em with lotion.
Hey baby, my name is Foxxx. Yeah, I see you standin' over there. In the corner lookin' all smooth. . Short lil' cutie, hey, check this out. How 'bout we break the scene, you know?.
Six AM, just woke up drunk. There's a woman by my side. Who is she and where am I ?. And why are my hands tied ?. Well, I don't even care, I don't even care.
Hey, what's going on?. Drool before I'm gone. Waste some precious time, you know. . Sure I'm looking good. Don't you think I would?. I got Cindy Crawford's video.
[verse 1]. In the brightest of days, I can find the night. If I just close my eyes and I squeeze 'em tight. Second time in this life, see familiar territory.
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Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, especially when it's the only one you have. . You see vision is the art of seeing things invisible. . Ahh My God (To the Beat Y'all.
Anywhere in the galaxy. . Now it's time to throw down, I come in a rage. To be Freddie Foxxx and raise the stage. I feel hype, Kut Terrorist, hit me. 'Cause I get the mac, strap both nines with me.
My old man stuffed 17 candles up a poor slut's butt. Well done, dad. He fucks for a living, calls it acting. And says it's the best damn job he ever had.
Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw like me. Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor like me. Who go to war like me? flip a whore like me?.
You think you're so strong. Living in your outside. Pathetic aestetic world. The pieces of your puzzle. Fit just right. Every once in a while. But when it comes to.
Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more. In the headphones for me. Check it out [c'mon!]. You ready, it's bumpy knuckles baby. Sendin this out to my niggas.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. It's not warm when she's away. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. And she's always gone too long. Anytime she goes away.
Intro:. It is no longer 1999.... And I live in a world of one track minds.... Where the industry feeds us fashion design.... That creates mcs that cannot rhyme....