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