Serious Lyrics - Singles - Freddie Foxxx

Huh, do it 

Serious 

Now sit back in your seat and kick up your Nike's 

And listen to Freddie Foxxx cold rip the mic 

The microphone's burnin' like a flamin' torch 

And my lyrics are hot so they can burn and scorch 

So here's a little somethin' for you hip-hop wimps 

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 

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 openin' 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 wannabe'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 Riker's 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 

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 live wire 

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 jelled 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 

This one is a special dedication for all the posse out there 

This one goes out to Eric B. and 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 home run 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