Their first song is five minutes long with no chorus and Karate chops in the beat. Nobody heard nothing like that. Then each solo album went out to signify that members chamber. Bouncing from BDP to the Flavor Unit and all points in-between, Foxxx's transient roaming of the industry has garnered worldwide recognition, with hardly a handful of releases to his name. Impressively enough, Foxxx produces a significant chunk of the album himself, and in prime form too.
Outsiders come through lovely to only add gallons of fuel to the ever incensed fire within Knucks.
A spicier Primo concoction that's so ready to be killed that Foxxx can barely contain himself during the hooks - a good combination, indeed. The bassline alone will keep heads in motion no doubt, but it's Fred's run-down of the rap industry that'll keep them listening. And that is what Freddie Foxxx is all about, speaking his mind no matter what the fuck the consequences might be. He's aged finely this past decade, never compromising his sound or style. Anyone that can get away with making a bumpy old dance joint so hot deserves nothing but millions of daps and record sales.