Stop, Look & Listen Lyrics - Freddie Foxxx

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[ verse 1 ] 

Turn up your radio, stand by the speakers 

Brace yourself, or you might get weaker 

My rhymes hypnotize your total insides 

Now we're about to take a serious ride 

Meet me, here's the introduction 

My name's freddie foxxx, and I'm the rap seductor 

You wanna run up, run up right to come get this 

So you can all witness lyrical fitness 

The rapper that you're hearin is the microphone killer 

The b-boy idol and the fly girl thriller 

The microphone mangler, mc strangler 

Milky as silk pads, rougher than wrangler 

Mad for the mic, waitin in a rage 

I'm tight and all anxious to rush the stage 

Rappers sit back, relax and get cosy 

I'm about to play y'all like ring around the rosie 

Pack up your rhymes and move south 

Or else it's '1st round, freddie by a knock-out' 

You can't move, I got you surrounded 

Huh, cause I wrote rhymes and bass pounded 

To the body ( *cutting* ) to the head ( *cutting* ) 

How you gonna last on stage with fred? 

Your mind's workin overtime thinkin bout the latest 

Hit from the baritone voice of the greatest 

Open your eyes, so you can all see it 

If you wanna go out like a whimp, then so be it 

I keep comin, it never stops 

Kill your brain, give you no props 

Blast the music, see what you're missin 

Stop (stop) look (look) and listen 

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Watch the foxxx 

[ verse 2 ] 

Time is precious, so i'ma keep goin 

Bustin off rhymes, watch me keep flowin 

When I storm, you're in my way, you're smashed 

Drug to the dungeon, and then crashed 

Line em up one at a time, and I take em 

Bring em up, 5s and 10s, and I break em 

Nobody walks, all comers get hurt 

Killin up mc's, that's my work 

See, rappers wanna strong-arm, but they ain't strong enough 

To bite a rhyme, cause their wind ain't long enough 

Take the breath of death when you chew my rhymes 

If you wish to die so early, fine 

Music in the background sets the sound 

For me to grab the mic and break it down 

One line compliments the next, and you're fiendin on it 

It's like you can't even walk, so you lean on it 

Then I guide ya, saddle and ride ya 

The voice of the foxxx ringin all inside ya 

Place your bets, his rhymes will wet 

And even if I dried him off, he still sweats 

Soak him in scratches, beats and rhymes 

Nobody else's - mines 

Walk on stage and try to be the man 

And watch foxxx kick the mic our your hand 

Call you 'son', make you sit in your corner 

And slap you up like little jack horner 

If the message ain't clear by now, you won't know it 

Be careful, steppin to foxxx and you'll blow it 

Blast the music, see what you're missin 

Stop (stop) look (look) and listen