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Now I'ma pump a new record up loud like thunder
Get your minds going, so you all wonder
How does he do it, grab his mic and run through it
Open to the public, so suckers can chew it
Cut terror, terrorize wannabe stars
While I rip through my rhymes like a rocket to Mars
The man keeps going, strong forever
Over bumps and bruises, but loses never
I gotta move, I can't sit too long
'Cause if I'm idle, I start thinking something is wrong
'Cause I'm a warrior, can't be beat and won't lose
Rap is the life and profession I choose
Can't take a rest, I'm still in a rush
I'm out to conquer and just cold crush
Condition my mind and keep both eyes open
Even at night when I'm resting I'm scoping
See once I start, I gotta finish up
Nobody leaves until the record is cut
When I aim, I aim for the stars and I won't miss
'Cause I'ma kick it like this
People all over had a serious doubt
That I could grab the microphone and burn it out
But microphone burning is a serious sport
So I burned every rapper that played on the court, huh
Tales of Cut Terrorists seem to scare
A lot of DJs getting paid out there
They hear about speed and an accurate scratch
So bring the whole batch, 'cause no one can match
Quality shows and the style of the rhyme
And when the scratch track hits, the charts are all mine
'Cause I work hard and never was a quitter
Like Les Fox is a home run hitter
If you follow the intro, you know what I'm saying
See that I'm business and I ain't playing
Light shines on the man that you see in your present
Those that are jealous are mere peasants
When a child is born, he's already a striver
You make him like the Fox, a sole survivor
I shoot for the stars at the top and won't miss
Yeah, and I'ma kick it like this
Now getting on the top ain't hard to do
And if I gotta ruin reps, I'ma do that too
'Cause I'ma take out the maddest, out-rap the baddest
With just my mind, slim up the fattest, huh
I'm on a mission to house competition
Freddie the Fox got you hoping and wishing
You could grab your mic and knock me out the box
Huh, come on, not the Fox
Now here's an example of poetry in motion
Grab your trunks, 'cause I'ma flow like the ocean
You rappers ain't ready yet, Freddie is right
I pump about a million watts through a mic
Keep you dancing all night 'til your feet start aching
Bass pumps loud 'til your bones start breaking
Security runs because the wall starts splitting
I'm trying to explain to you how hard I'm hitting
Girls out front can't wait to touch me
Fellas look mad, but they won't rush me
Keep it all cool and the jam won't miss
And I'll keep kicking it like this
The next century waits for a man with a new style
And I get greeted with a hug and a big smile
Solo, I walk forever in a world of my own
Without guns and knives, just a microphone
Traveling land and sea, rappers'll step to me
In my quest for fame, I'm bound to get done, you see
I won't shoot the next man down until
He gets disrespectful or acts real ill
Then I gotta smash like a roller steaming
Doing it like this while you keep dreaming
Rappers that press me know Fox is the top man
'Cause I rule the mic and the throne with a strong hand
My rap juices flow like a river
Around your heart and down past your liver
You can't take the pain 'cause it's rough
So scream it to your partners, you had enough
You wanna step to Fox, 'til you like to get dissed
Huh, 'cause I'ma kick it like this