Freakin' It
Will Smith

Verse 1:
I'm 'bout to freak this
Full out, the king of the hill
Big Will keepin' it real
Knees in the grill
The whole set on lock down
Makin' you flock down
Where I'm at they hear my rap
I be that cat to set trends
Where ya'll at?
On the corner wit ya friends
Heard you screamin' about cream in your rap, kid
Yo, my last check for Wild Wild West came on a flat bed
Once and for all, lets get this straight
how you measure a rapper?
What make an MC great?
Is it the sales?
20 mill
Is it the cars?
Bentleys
Is it the women?
Jada
Is it the money?
Please
Mr. Clean, yet the fact remain
Got girls that don't speak English screamin' my name
All you rappers yellin' 'bout who you put in a hearse
Do me a favor
Write one verse without a curse

Chorus:
I'm 'bout to freak this (Yeah, yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (Yeah, yeah)
Don't sleep, I'ma freak this (Yeah, yeah)
Yo, it's smooth when I freak this (Yeah, yeah)
Lay back, I'm 'bout to freak this (Yeah, yeah)
Peep this while I freak this(Yeah, yeah)
Lay on back, I'm 'bout to freak this (Yeah, yeah)
What you want, me to freak this? (Yeah, yeah)

Verse 2:
I don't wanna see ya'll sittin' around
Don't wanna see ya'll sittin' around
I don't wanna see ya'll sittin' around
Don't wanna see ya'll sittin' around
Aight, one more 'gain
Deja vu
Up the chart, yo
Ya'll see the way I flew
Can't nobody do this the way I do
You like how I freaky-freak this
Say, "I do"
I do
Haters sick of the hits
Like the witch of the west, nobody wicked as this
I read in Rap Pages they refer to me as soft
Yeah, more like Microsoft
Bill Gates of the rap game
Quintessential megalomaniac
What's my rap name?
Big Will
I'm the man
Not conceited
I'm as good as I say I am
Dang-diggy-dang-ah-dang-ah-dang-diggy-diggy
Back with Trackmasters
The bang-jiggy-jiggy
Yo, every time I shoot, I score
So many awards, I can start a Grammy chess board

Chorus:
I'm 'bout to freak this (Yeah, yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (Yeah, yeah)
Don't sleep, I'ma freak this (Yeah, yeah)
You know you like it when I freak this (Yeah, yeah)
Watch me, I'm 'bout to freak this (Yeah, yeah)
What you want, me to freak this? (Yeah, yeah)
Don't sleep, I'ma freak this(Yeah, yeah)
Yo, it's smooth when I freak this (Yeah, yeah)

Verse 3:
Tone and Poke lace the track
I lace the rap
Jeff do the cut
Yeah, what
Rob do the mix, tape to JL
Then Tommy Mattola put it on sell
Then come the moment of truth
Hot off the press to the DJ booth
Aiyyo, here it comes ya'll, that brand new Will Smith cut
Soon as it drop, watch the phones blow up
Boom, then ship a mill
Quick, to the store
What, sold out?
When ya'll gettin' more?
Finally get it, bump the track
Then come the multi-platinum plaque
Now I'ma leave it up to you
I bangs the hits out just for you
Then my dream come true
This year's American Music Award goes to
Huh-huh, thank you

Chorus:
I'm 'bout to freak this (Yeah, yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (Yeah, yeah)
Yo, you know I'm 'bout to freak this (Yeah, yeah)
Oh you like when I freak this (Yeah, yeah)
Don't sleep, I'ma freak this (Yeah, yeah)
What you want, me to freak this? (Yeah, yeah)
Girl you know I'm 'bout to freak this (Yeah, yeah)
Yo peep it while I freak this(Yeah, yeah)
Ain't no way I gotta freak this (Yeah, yeah)
Yo, you like how I freak this (Yeah, yeah)
Check this style when I freak this (Yeah, yeah)
Look at me, I'ma freak this(Yeah, yeah)
Yo, you know that I'ma freak this (Yeah, yeah)
Don't sleep, I'ma freak this (Yeah, yeah)
What you want, me to freak this? (Yeah, yeah)
Big Will, just freak this (Yeah, yeah)