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Albums:

Masters of Freestyle, Vol. 3: Freestyle for Lovers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Freestyle Parade/Freestyle Parade 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Iceman (Albert Collins) · Iceman [Vee-Jay] (Jerry Butler) · Rockin' with the Iceman (Albert Collins) · The Iceman Cometh/Ice on Ice (Jerry Butler) · The Iceman Cometh (Jerry Butler) · Iceman: The Mercury Years (Jerry Butler) · The Iceman at Mount Fuji (Albert Collins) · The Iceman Cometh [Vee-Jay] (Jerry Butler) – and 90 other albums »


Now when the big bad wolf got in grandma's house
And Little Red Riding Hood was scared as a mouse
Well, just like her I'm scared through and through
Now when the big bad wolf got in grandma's house
A little Red Ridinghood was scared as the mouse
And just like her I'm scared through and through
Now when the big bad wolf got in Grandma’s house
And Little Red Riding Hood was scared as a mouse
And just like her I’m scared through and through
Now when the big bad wolf got in Grandma’s house
And Little Red Riding Hood was scared as a mouse
And just like her I’m scared through and through
Spike(uh)
Lee, I'm in the majors with no rotation
Through stations of bullshit, I see through like a pager
In the age of Aquarius, various things
Is gonna
[Luke]
Awwwwwwwww  shit! Ha ha  yeah! Luke Records in the motherfuckin' 
House we gon' freestyle this thing for the 1993 yo yo... 
Clayvosie in
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
dead on bullets and shells
My people dwells to Uptown
Where the shit goes down
Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know
And do-do brown, Beats By
Knowhatimsayin?
I feel you my nigga
Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that
I'm diggin it
Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga
a football.
So skip to my loo, or get stomped by my crew.
Brooklyn's in the house, and ain't a damn thing new.

[Chorus]

[Big Daddy Kane]
Here comes
the ghetto
E Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swing
I'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're
mean
I'm doin my thing, kid

(Yo, what kinda flavor is that, man?
I want the new stuff, man)
Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid
(The hardcore, gimme
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you

I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
my head won't stop
Where's my moms and my pops and what about hip-hop
I'm pickin' up things that could be of use to me
Too build a makeshift crib
of times
In K.R West
Can't forget slept with a W fresh
A Big shot upon freestyle from the shit thirty pieces

Let's do this for the people
Let's make
of layin' in wreck causes the stress 
I have to adjust to this mess and pull when it's best

[Guru] 
Yo, little big man, feelin' your oats because you're
on the floor dead
You gased, the only thing that's big about you is your forehead
I'm fed up with all the things about you and I just heard one tune
And you
Honda Accord
Wishin' I had a dollar bill to throw in the tank
But obviously ridin' on 'E's' a deadly thing
So I step to Willy Big, lookin' for pocket
[ DJ Ready Red ]
Yo, Johny see and Box, rock it freestyle, one time

[ VERSE 1: Johny see ]
The beat is pumpin, party's jumpin, makes you shakin
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
got scratch? (Big cheese)
You got scrill? (All the loot)
You cheesed up money? (Big bills)
You got stacks? (No doubt)
You got dough? (I got dough)
You
thirty, I'm officially late, for that eight o'clock spot
I know the Program Director hot, but I spit a freestyle up in there so cold
That everybody in that
the ghetto
E Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swing
I'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with