Freddie Foxxx - Stop, Look & Listen lyrics

(warning) [ 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 k**er 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 ba** 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 k** your brain, give you no props Blast the music, see what you're missin Stop (stop) look (look) and listen (warning) 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 k**in 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 d**h 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