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featuring Freddie Foxxx
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[KRS One] * voice echoing*
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Think you dope? Want this title?
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Then you better come step up or step OFF!
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[Freddie Foxxx]
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Yo check this out all jokes aside
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Let's get busy
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[KRS One]
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Word! Blastmaster KRS One in the house
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Hah everybody for some reason wanna be a gangsta
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You don't know NUTTIN about bein no GANGSTA
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[Freddie Foxxx]
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Worrrrrrrd up! Aiyyo check this out
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This is Freddie F-O-X-X-X
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And guess what's next
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[KRS-One]
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Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
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Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack
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Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
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Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack
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Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack
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They jump pon the mic, an' wan fi do it like dat
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But ahh, now dis a KRS, me nah takes dat
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When me open up to work, I put a cape on me back
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Then me, FLY ALL AROUND THE EMCEE WORLD
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KRS, the Artical, is not to be [*changes from patois*]
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fucked with, ? with, or tampered with
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Don't give a fuck if you wanna riff
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But when you say Kris, already derivative of Kris
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My eyebrows lift and that ass I get with (HUH)
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As a matter of fact, I attack, hijack
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Set back, your career, like a quarterback
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that broke his back, my tongue is like a bat
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Your eye'll get black, you'll need an icepack (RRRRRUFF!)
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I'm all that, come with your whole pack
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You'll be prayin to the God of Isaac
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So Freddie Foxxx, it's time to get tough [uh-huh]
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Just, get on the mic and get RUFF, RUFF
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[Freddie Foxxx]
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Soon as I flex, cause I'm about to rip up shop
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It's the return of the hip-hop master, Freddie the Foxxx
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(Bo!) Rappers that see me, don't even speak, just walk
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Cause I'm the maddest nigga in New York (hah!)
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I see a rapper in the crowd that I don't like
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I wanna fight, so when I drop the mic
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I'ma jump off the stage, bumrush your crowd to whip
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(suckers) that wanna be pimps
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How I heard it said that a pimp'll sell his ass
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if his hoe won't, but Freddie Foxxx don't
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Cover your chest G, you better wear a bulletproof vest see
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Cause I'm about to leave this place a motherfuckin mess
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Open hearts on the floor as I explore
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rappers that wanted to be more than number four
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Number one's a hard spot; either you fight
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or get shot, so this is what I got (BO!)
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Three Tec-9's, my uzi, ten grenades, my razor blades
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and I aim to get PAID!
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So who wanna step to this, don't come soft
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Cause I'ma straight up knock niggaz off (POM! POM!)
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And when the cops come to get me
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I'ma take a dead body, and bop ten cops with me
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I'm sick and tired of hearin rappers talk smack
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about who's nice, and who's whack, MOTHERFUCK THAT
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They know my style, and my rep, every stage
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that I stepped on - I was the rapper they slept on
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But y'all rappers keep sleepin - cause when they plant
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bombs in your house, I'ma wake you up and punch you
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in your motherfuckin mouth, knock your wife out
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Take your sons to safety, cause they're just kids
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and I wanna raise em to face me
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And when they get a little bigga
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I'ma MARK them little niggaz, and put their fingerprints
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on the trigger -- double homicide, call the vice
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Another rapper and his family with no life
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Yeah you're Mr. Tough and, you're full of stuff and
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and Freddie Foxxx caught you bluffin
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I got you in my torture chamber and you scream
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Oh God damn, it's like _Silence of the Lambs_
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but I don't mangle em and eat em
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I take MC's to the war zone, and there I defeat em
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It gets much worse, with every verse
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as the F-R-E-D-D-I-E F-O-X-X-X, HURTS!
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Punishes, stomps, smashes, crushes, maims
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You suckers know my name!
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Aiyyo Kris! I'm rhymin long enough (say what?)
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Get on the mic and get RUFF, RUFF
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[KRS-One]
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This is the year that I go all out (why?)
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Edutainment's what I'm all about (and)
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I don't eat franks with the sauerkraut (cause)
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because I don't eat pork from the tail to the snout
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(well kick it) Get on down, to the hip hip hop
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Before I start, peace to Scott LaRock! (word)
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Now let me drop the style that has action
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Cause many MC's don't believe they're rappin
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They're lost, crazy mixed-up |