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I felt so intimidated by the cheap tactics on display

We want Freddie for our leader
Freddie is a man of class
We want Freddie for our leader
alone.


Goin' up's easy

When you got the song

That comes from the depth of the soul

Where it really belongs.


Goin' up's easy

When you got the song
Idiot groups with no shape or form
Out of their heads on a quid of blow
The shapeless kecks flapping up a storm
Look at what they are: a pack
I'm about to rip up shop 

It's the return of the hip-hop master, Freddie the Foxxx 

(Bo!) Rappers that see me, don't even speak, just walk
Movin' round like a rollin' stone 
With a band of blues breakers 
Make a mark down here on my own 

We had Freddie King, Sonny Boy and Hendrix
for a pack? I'm out here thuggin'
And now the DEA they checking on me when I'm getting on a plane
Double life it got me ducking under covers
I just want
Yes, it was.
When he hears her sing so sweetly,
he knows he just can't lose.
When he holds her in his arms he knows that
he's the king of the blues.
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain

There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
That's my soul up there
There's a black-winged
always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a little black spot on the sun today, that's my soul up
always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a little black spot on the sun today, that's my soul up
always hoping that you'll end this reign 
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
 
There's a little black spot on the sun today, that's my soul up
Yes, it was.
When he hears her sing so sweetly,
he knows he just can't lose.
When he holds her in his arms he knows that
he's the king of the blues.
[scratches by DJ Premier]
"It's time for this real nigga shit.."
"Bumpy Knucks.."
	"Ha, hah-hah"
"Niggaz can't see I.."
"Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain

There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
That's my soul up there
There's a black-winged
When I'm five
I will wash my face me hands all by myself
When I'm five
I will chew and spit tabacco like my grandfather jones
'cause I'm only
always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a little black spot on the sun today, that's my soul up
I got out, it was just for bringin niggas drama
So set up the beef, I bust it down
And guarantee the opposition never see the 2nd round
And by
the real kings left off
And we're still carrying on

Take a walk down Beale Street
Every place you pass by, they call you in
A beggar playing up the street
Pack up your bags
Leave family society
Oh come with me
Where they treat you well

At the door
Old Lou the Jew
Will welcome you
In the corner lies
It was a bright and sunny summer morn and she said 
(Get ready for a baby king) 
It wasn't too long 'fore he was born 
(Get ready for a baby king
of bread

There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
There's a black-winged gull with a broken back
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's
(diana ross/freddie gorman/janie bradford)

Go deep in circles
To find it in me
Rain falls around to my beginnings
So many riddles of my identity
I
gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
I'm bound pack it up and go away

I'm sorry to leave you all alone
You're sitting silent by the phone
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah

By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate
great big shoes? (tell me)

BB 'n Albert, and Freddie their the King
They ruled the world by bending those guitar strings
Johnnie 'n Lightnin,