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1. _ Bumpy Bring It Home
Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more
In the headphones for me
Check it out [c'mon!]
You ready, it's bumpy knuckles baby
Sendin this out to my niggas
All them hardcore street corner, wilders
Ha, ha, freddie foxxx baby
That's right, diamond d baby
[verse 1]
Whoever thought that i'd be mr. lyrical flows nice
Like sunsets on the rio grande
Grantin after sisters checkin out they can can
My lyrical ability keeps them real niggas
That listen to hip hop feelin me
I keep it underground, sound's a buck china
Even in japan they know, i'm the ultimate
Spit at me verse, like it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, i blast past the fake ass ones
You see, i don't think no nigga's nicer than me
I'm not conceited, that's how i read it, these niggas heated
I dissect your verses like science class frogs
I see your rap records is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin down janet for michelle pfeiffer
See freddie foxxx aint wit that
My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, i keep you high steppin
It's not my fault that niggas listen to me
And wanna rob shit, cuz i do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a thug then you recognize what you see before you
Eyes and ears said freddie foxxx is here
I been waitin it, doin it, sayin it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked slayin it
And i aint seen nothing that could make me believe
There's a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me
Hook 2x: billy danze
You in a class of your own, bumpy's in the zone
Leave bumpy alone! bumpy get it on
Bumpy spit chrome, bumpy hold a throne
Now, bumpy bring it home!
[verse 2]
I wear rolex watches and alligator shoes
Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big news
I had fifty miles on my brand new benz in '89
When you wanted me to critique your rhyme
It just was all right
Niggas brought rappers to me, for approval
Now i give you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you stagger like yeltsin
Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son
Then i take off my belt son
Show you what a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin is
You fake niggas can't make it hard for real niggas cuz
There's no defense for the truth so what the deal nigga
No matter who tell it, real niggas always prevail
Just like a fake nigga always fail
Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef
Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
You comin just a lyrical lunatic
I make it blacker than midnight at 12 o'clock noon and shit
I keep rollin like the black navi with them micky thompsons
Halogen lights, i keep my flow tight
The new bumpy shit is like the new jordans when they come out
Got emcees rappin wit they gun out
Memorize lyrics and i spit 'em to the needy
Send love to my nigga tweety, and can you feel me
Hook
[verse 3]
I treat 'em like real stick up kids is the dark alley
What's slick rick, it's the ballies
With played out new york niggas it's ticali
Runnin from the ill shit
I do what record labels don't like, the real shit
Money is energy, i'm hyped up
Step on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs
Takin everything you got to give
The black robin hood i rock for niggas that can't afford rolies
Ride around and in tagged up stolies
I keep the truth like the holy qu'ran
Here's a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas listen to some lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, some empirical shit
Now i'm in flipmode, i got my gun in your brain
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
Bumpy plays no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, i keep it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through your body like real soul
James brown or the meters
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style eaters
When diamond d blessed me i had to come rugged
Or unplug it, only true thugs can fuck shit
Hook
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2. _ Inside Your Head
Vengeance is mine against mine enemy
And i will rise against thee with the force of a
Thousand men
And in your fall, i will remind you of an industry
Designed to see me fail
There will be no shelter against my rage
I will approach you with no good intention
And reign down on you like hell fire and destroy you!
I destroy all you mcs till my mouth goes dry
Or either one of us die
I'm in this motherfucker's head like b-r-a-i
N, i spit one, then spit again
Then i turn like a cobra and spit it at his friend
You niggas afraid of me, oh that's so gay to me
Shot a nigga for shaking my hand too long, don't play with me
I make niggas wanna be hard and thugged out
Baggy pants and black (?) looking all bugged out
So let me tell you what a thug about
When i walk into a room it becomes dog day afternoon
And niggas break the fuck out
Bring ya rabbit's foot, i'll blow your luck out
I'll kill all you niggas and pull a navy hearse truck out
So save your wake ass verse for daytime talk tv
Cuz i'll return you and let you keep ya jewels and chalk bvs
My heart is dirty and skeevy
Man, i would see any one of you niggas
If i was ray charles or stevie, ha!
(can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
(freddie foxxx, bumpy knux)
It's bumpy knux, nigga what?
Come on!
(can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherfucker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(cuz i am in...side your head)
(?) uncontrollable and wild
And i stand like i stand with two fours in my hand
I bring back the running man
I hear voices in my head that say "bumpy can't, damn"
So when i hear niggas say i can't do something, i get pissed off
Cause i'm poke-man, digging your wrist off
Trying to find the main vein that turns your exist off
Real niggas waited for my flow
Like they waited for mandela to show
So all these phony ass niggas out here know
Your faker than a nigga fronting like his back got hurt
At a fender bender - i call her, send her
She'll flip ya, so them craze up in ya
She know you like it on your belly, got them gays up in ya
So i say: la di da di, i'll shoot up your party
If you ain't heard by now, you'd better ask somebody
Niggas trying to cut my throat, i'm still spitting from the neck
If you still disrespect, you'll still get the tek
Come on! get the fuck off me, nigga
(can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
(freddie foxxx, bumpy knux)
It's bumpy knux, nigga what?
Come on!
(can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherfucker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(cuz i am in...side your head)
You ain't no motherfuckin thug, you ain't shot nobody
I'm wild like niggas up north that ain't got nobody
I'll put the infrared on ya, leave your body all dotty
Or i'll 6 and 7 piece ya, leave ya forehead all knotty
You niggas can't spit on the tracks that i spit on
You niggas are scared of the type of niggas i shit on
You wanna ride my style? get on
I'll take you through so many one sided singles
Ain't no more joints to sin on
These rap niggas are mi-dad (?) on
How do you niggas ride in the car with this nigga,
With that shit on?
I'm sick and tired of nore and his "what, what, what"
Write some rhymes, nigga, or get his shit up up up
I'll beat you till your face is made ugly like biz
If you ever open your mouth to ask me what a memph bleek is
This week is, bumpy week celebrated
And be glad that the bad kid from the neighborhood made it
The last album you dropped, kid, hate it
Man the only thing i'll do for your life, nigga, is complicate it
So come at me with that sideways twisted talk
I'll put the 4 pound in your mouth, b, and lift your thoughts
I'm the wildest nigga in new york
So nigga shut your fuckin mouth up when i talk
Come on, i make reverend run reverend walk
And kill female mcs like a chicken hawk
It's bumpy knuckles, baby, ha!
(can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
(freddie foxxx, bumpy knux)
It's bumpy knux, nigga what?
Come on!
(can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherfucker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(cuz i am in...side your head)
(can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
(freddie foxxx, bumpy knux)
It's bumpy knux, nigga what?
Come on!
(can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherfucker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(cuz i am in...side your head)
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3. _ Live @ The Roxy 2000
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4. _ Live @ The Roxy - 2000 Outro
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5. _ Never Bow Down
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6. _ Intelligent Thug-bumpy's Theory
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7. _ Live In Tokyo With Dj Rukas
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8. _ Bambaataa And Bumpy Talk Industry
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9. _ Who Knows Why
Yeah
Turn it up
That's right
For my niggas
Here we go
[verse 1]
Some real niggas have gone away... never to return
Stay forever on wax cuz the mics they burn
Outta sight, outta mind, never does it mean outta might, outta rhyme
So i return to make it hot for those who cannot
Smile down on me niggas, while i rock the spot
Is there heaven for a nice emcee
Crushin all these suckers dear god don't be mad with me
I don't mean to hurt nobody, i just wanna rock the party
And give you a taste of what's left, before i see death
Watch a nigga back, cuz i don't trust nobody
Left hand hold the mic, and right bust the shottie
Sendin angels to guide me through, in the white drop top
When they ride me through
When i hit the pearly gates, will they take my tax
Will they let me rock the mic, will the beats be phat
Will the rappers write they own rhymes up in that piece
Will the fakes get locked by the cop police
Or will i have to deal with a&r's who don't got no say
I hope it don't be that way, tell me
Hook 2x:
Who knows why
The reasons we live and the reasons we die
You can't figure this one, so why try
God help my soul as i testify
And i wont lie
[verse 2]
Now as i'm lookin in the mirror i see myself
Handsome with attitude, so momma gratitude
I put the pressure on emcees
I make it hard for ya, with total, disregard for ya
This rap shit is raw not to be touched
The ingredients if tampered with, could get you fucked up
No one knows this secret i hold like moses
Given at birth, now what it's worth, it's more than a million six
Let me spit it to you niggas, while my rhyme exists
Listen, separate the real from the wishin
If you bust at me and miss, you gon end up missin
Cuz on these rap niggas styles i be shittin, pissin
Leave you niggas lookin dumb like two niggas kissin
I'm the true hardcore underground messiah
I'm the kinda nigga street thugs can admire
You never see me gettin robbed, jumped down and whipped out
Or cryin 'bout a deal with no money, flipped out
I get off my ass and make it happen
I'll stick up the world if i aint rappin
So why do i exist, tell me
Hook
[verse 3]
May allah shine down on any emcee
That'll stand on stage and hold a mic with me
May he give you all the flow of the ocean water
And some nice hand skills to prevent slaughter
My lyrics painful like bullets from a rusty tech
Bumpy knucks, nigga what, and you must respect
All the true shit that i reflect
Niggas know i exist only to wreck
Won't let the verse loosen til you sign the check
I won't be fussin at ya, but bustin at ya
I treat all my rhymes like they devines
Niggas spot me like a ufo
I turn my mic on and resurrect the livest flow
So if you askin me, why am i here
To clarify hip hop loud and clear
Real niggas, tell me
Hook
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10. _ 24 Hrs
Intro:
It is no longer 1999...
And i live in a world of one track minds...
Where the industry feeds us fashion design...
That creates mcs that cannot rhyme...
For ten years i waited to make my move...
Now we'll see who'll win, and who'll lose...
And if i had to state my word...
Say this'll probably be the realest shit you ever heard...
I been watching, from afar...
I know where you live, i know who you are...
Redemption is my only scar...
And so my heart bleeds dark, like tar...
So i treat my friends today like they'll be enemies tomorrow...
So when they die, i'll have no sorrow...
Just remember those you decide to cross...
Cuz if your door gets knocked on you get knocked off
Verse:
Who's that six foot bald nigga from new york
With the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to find 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', i'm illin
I don't give a fuck about you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a brand new house nigga chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga spillin
Trainin the baddest bitch, givin her the drillin
While you hangin in the tunnel know you pussy ice grillin
Man bein a bitch must really be fufillin
Cuz alotta niggas happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban link
Bracelet and the matching necklace
And i'm too shiny v vs glowin in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new album new year
Niggas think they bigger than the game
I got news for you *willy*, let's take it back to philly
So you can find your roots, fuck braggin on your loot
Nigga you aint that hard
And a nigga can't spend no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it really shocks you
This can't be the same motherfucker freddie foxxx who
I really feel his lyrics, i love all his rhymes
I thought that we was cool, you think he's hard to find
I rip in dark posin alleys
As a kid got knowledge from the gods at the rally
I slip on the game like ballies
And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, new york to cali
Where a nigga tried to play me like a sally
So i shot him in his new denali and drove him to the valley
I pushed him out the car and let him scally
Fuck that nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger
In japan i'm worth ten figures
American, open the door and let derek in
I break my silence, after ten years of supressing my violence
You was my man i gave you benjamins
Every time i pulled up and get you in the benz again
We can never be friends again
You brought me tears when you took my right hand off for seven long years
Now he's back and corrupt
Driving new gs 400s, new jags, and new trucks
You should see the bad bitches that he fuck
While your girl look skinny like a smoked out daffy duck
Niggas are real this aint n b high
You niggas aint got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer, with *stock in the game*
Burn marks on my hands from the glocks with the flame
Bumpy is my rap name, when i write rhymes i hydroplane
And think about my nigga kane
Alotta label motherfuckers'll be dead
You fuckin with my money is like fuckin with my head
Tryin to take my buttered bread
Niggas aint shit, so i'm down with you kane
Any time realness, you ready feel this
I don't forget nothing, nothing at all
So mr. steve rifkind, expect my call
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, i come to collect
Over fifteen dollars, i'll snap your fuckin neck
And don't pay me in no fuckin check
If you don't want me to teach the meaning of disrespect
When i'm finished in this game, i'll be swimming in my yard
Not at the radio station, looking for a job
Too many niggas feel me spittin on a record
To be broke and homeless, and outside naked
I represent the real grimy masses
Of thugged out gun slinging criminal asses
That shoot up your party and chill at mine
Cuz they know i got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the mind
Just remember why you frontin like you more that 24 hrs ahead
In 24 hrs you'll be dead
You'll be dead
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11. _ Tell 'em I'm Here
Somebody tell them motherfuckers i'm here!
[verse 1]
Emcees and rappers, what's up, i hope it's good
For them street niggas breakin them bricks, in the hood
I write, maybe sheddin some light
My experience in hip hop, was struggle and fight
All i ever wanted, was a chance to rock the mic, like you do
Control every crowd in the world, like voodoo
The underground hardcore scene, it's my flaw
I snatch alotta money from that, so once more
I step, where the niggas that rep, get checks
You touch mine, here go my check
It's back to underground clubs, with fights at the door
Niggas gettin one deal in six months they poor
I separate emcees from rappers, standin on stage with two clappers
Cock back, beef at my house, i stop that
I dare any nigga standin in here with half a heart
To address me, i rip you apart, tell 'em i'm here!
Chorus:
Tell 'em the one that blasts first every time it's on
Tell 'em, i put the word back in word is bond
Tell 'em, i stomp rappers to the beat, shut 'em down with no fear
Somebody tell them motherfuckers i'm here!
[verse 2]
Who got the ill rep, lyrical style like bumpy knucks
Outta respect none of you bitch ass niggas your shit sucks
I'm the emperor, you niggas is hoes with gold plaques
Lotta stick ups in town, freddie foxxx is back
Bumpy knuckles i, take out your heart with one look
Frying niggas like "yang kang cook" you're all shook
Spittin hella hot lyrics, that infiltrate tracks
Like spirit, real niggas wild when they hear it
My heart bleeds raw hip hop, i got no gauze
Sometimes the beats kicks so hard, i cock them fours
And i can feel it, all up in my veins, keep it noted
I'm the long term maintain, tell 'em i'm here!
Chorus
[verse 3]
I do it special for them thug niggas holdin the block
They need a nigga on wax that can follow
To give 'em that real shit to swallow
I don't respect a man under no man
You frontin like you holdin all the cards up in your hand
When emcees come in, emcees go
I'm one of the few emcees left, with emcee flow
So while i spit repetitious like techs
Make your bitch say my style is delicious like sex
Undetectable rhyme, it's complex
Check the three x's that i earned from
Bustin my sigs from new york to texas
Makin niggas take l's like lexus, tattoed vibes i protect this
Find a mic mechanic, cuz i'm bout to wreck this
Villainous, i'm laughin while i'm killin this
Never break a sweat because my groove be the chillinest
Thug niggas throw your hands up if you feelin this, tell 'em i'm here!
Chorus
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12. _ R.n.s. (real Nigga Shit)
[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 foxxx with the twin millis" -> o.c.
"ha, hah-hah"
"bu-bu, buh-bu, bu, bumpy knucks.."
"niggas can't see i.."
"it's time for this real nigga shit.."
[freddie foxxx]
When i was small i made pause tapes for "super sperm"
Rappin in high school, drinkin forties, smokin sherm
Listen to cold crush and grandmaster caz spittin
Gettin somethin in that niggaz ain't now gettin; feel me
Remember everybody wanted to be "peace, god, divine"
Real niggaz kept they attributes, right through '99
Peace to the god taheem, watching over me
White chariots and horses, get me over rough courses
While i silence those voices that doubted my ability
To rip, through these young ass niggaz
When i walk into the lyricist lounge, lyricists lounge
Cause niggaz know that bumpy knucks'll tear this mutha down
Cause the rawest most illest shit, make up my sound
That's why i stay gettin money, like them niggaz uptown
I'm in your face - nigga whassup now
Fuck all that peacemakin bullshit
I heard you spit you like to pull shit
That's all bullshit, you keep your nine on some full shit
You say you bust it, that's bullshit!
You know the illest mc that ever did it
The rawest nigga that ever chewed up rhymes and spit it
In the new millenium cities, watch what i do
I'm bout to save hip-hop like ghost did the wu
Chorus: freddie foxxx (repeat 2x)
For the dj's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the makers
What's stronger than hip-hop niggaz they can't take us
If we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers
[freddie foxxx]
I'm proud to be a black man in my existence, so fuck the klan
I ain't blinded by your jewels and your million dollar checks
I'm always ready for whatever's next
My road in life ain't easy cause i'm complex
You know the real, nigga turnin these fake hard niggaz to grasshoppers
Cause f'real here comes the realest, when i cock the manstoppers
I remember talkin to big poppa; he said "foxxx, you the illest,"
(uhh) i make the realest nigga feel it
Got a little mob of niggaz i send to rob niggaz
Take all that fly jewelry, and give it to my moms
I keep the industry up in arms like zack la roche
Cause they hate to see me comin, with this too black approach
Through the hardest time in hip-hop, i stayed afloat
So let me give the media some fly shit to quote
I'ma always be a nigga, lookin through your eyes
So nothin that you do to me should come as no surprise
I continue bein raw dog, puttin in work
I drown a bitch and get away, like my name was captain kirk
Motherfuckers wanna hear it raw, bumpy make it hurt
Step on stage, rip the whole shit down and merc'
Chorus
[freddie foxxx]
What fucked you up is that i'm so nice and don't rehearse
On any record i'm the king of the third verse
It's +strictly business+, if it's +personal+ i let you know
I hold your heart until the lord tell me let you go
Don't need advice from no corny ass a&r that never filled a milk crate
With breakbeats, i keep it raw nigga straight street
To my comrades in l.a, l.a., l.a.
I still got the bulletproof - pelle, pelle, pelle
Keep the music underground as i reiterate twice
Tell niggaz to they face, i thought you wasn't nice
Kick my ass? nah, not likely; out mic me?
Not likely, stay on the sidelines like spike lee
Niggas know bumpy like to flow all out
Microphone, gun in hands nigga, go all out
No exceptions to females i ride 'em giddyup
How bad i wanna fuck brat, since she pushed them titties up
It's the underground sound that designs the street
Freddie foxxx designed the rhyme, premier designed the beat
Chorus
[scratches by dj premier]
"bumpy knucks.."
"niggaz can't see i.."
"fr-fre-fre, freddie foxxx with the twin millis" -> o.c.
"bu-bu, buh-bu, bu, bumpy knucks.."
"it's time for this real nigga shit.."
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13. _ Bumpy Knuckles Baby
Feel me, i bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw like me
Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor like me
Who go to war like me? flip a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors like me
Get less and make more like me
Hunt a nigga down like the predator like me
Keep the macs in the drawer like me
How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
It's bumpy knuckles baby, i got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to smash you punk motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul niggas
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 i told niggas
I'm still ripping with this timeless shit
While you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming shit
My life is full of hard times and shit
So all i rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and shit
Who got the hardest mc style ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
And i blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere that i go, thug loving
Cause it's fatter than star jones and rosie huggins
I've been lyrically inclined since i thought about a rhyme
Plus i knew the only thing i couldn't kill was time
So i started a long ten-year climb doing mine
While them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind
Bum bit, i spit the flames til the mic's set afire
I'm a fighter not a crier, don't care who you hire
Kill your street team, burn your flyers
Niggas need jacoby & meyers for being liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, tell 'em bumpy knuckles is in town
Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or i'm a bust 'em down
It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for the industry shakedown
Yo pete, break it down
Who got the hardest mc style ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
And i blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Yo get the fuck up out my face, b, i'm an mc
Not some fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the gavin
Asking how can he be down, i make impact
Like the four-pound slug ripping through a nigga cap
I guarantee that, now here's a fact
Niggas ain't selling records, let alone a key of crack
You stare at me too long, b, your ice grill will melt down to water
And i check you like i check my daughter
Now turn it up, it's the pit amongst mutts, huh, i'm off the chain
Off the pen or off the brain, i bring it to you niggas
Like i'm fucking insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching like colin fergueson at comstock
You ain't a thug, b, i'm rougher than rugby
The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in every city want to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me
Who got the hardest mc style ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
And i blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
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14. _ Feel Like I Been Here
[verse 1]
In the brightest of days, i can find the night
If i just close my eyes and i squeeze 'em tight
Second time in this life, see familiar territory
The hustle is my appetite the cash is my glory
I'm darker than midnight, i'm bright as in noon
Searchin for my melodies, follow the moon
Every city and town, that i run up in my travels
My game is like a earthquake, agitates the gravel
I put it down in michigan, set it up sweet
Niggas used to call me second none pete
I'm hard at the feet, i start the cream like scatter brave
Down in cleveland, doin my thing they call me don king
I came to new york, out of west va.
They call me shorty locin, i'm deadly and i don't play
Like willy watson i fucked 'em and i knocked 'em
Straight askin bitches wasup, like jesse cook
Uh huh, in alabama runnin moonshine
I'm rap killer, you wouldn't find a iller hundred dollar biller
I'm number one in augusta, like j.c.
Like little herman from pittsburgh you pay me
Like zack thomas and frank molten
I be the young nigga half the death, leave his ass floatin
Like bumpy johnson and beautiful rain
Without the street life i'd rather be dead, i swear i been here
Hook:
Feel like i been there
I seen murder scenes, drugs i been here before
Send my blood to keep it raw, stay hardcore, c'mon, yeah
Feel like i been here
I bust guns, push nines, and snuffed out lives
>from the south to the city only tryin to survive
Bigger than nine to five, i been here before
Bold and ready to die, i been here before
Cocked and ready to spit, i been here before
Names you shouldn't forget, they been here before, uh
[verse 2]
I studied science, social studies, and math
At the school of hard knocks, if you follow the path
Aint nothin funny here son, so if you wanna laugh
Harlem world's red illin, i put three in your ass
Cuz it's more about this money even more than that
I'm tryin to spread it through my own hood, givin it back
Like munky jackson, i be back son
Cats are blast, screamin my mac, it's black son
Shit i keep it real nigga
I'm cold-blooded when i iceberg
Spittin game off my lips every word like none you never heard
Like little willie from b-more
Uptown, saturday night, little c-more
Ill like the infamous i scare to death
Had them niggas up in buffalo, holdin they breath
Malcolm x boulevard pushin that p
Hoes callin me ferrels, and they smilin at me
That's what they wanna see, they call me ribbons up in louisville
Gator wing tips, 44, two spare clips
In chocolate city i was catfish
Any nigga ever disrespect me, he get his head split
Like reverend mills and from chi-town
Can't nobody ever ever deny, how i laid it down
These mini games like souvenirs
Man i swear to everything that i am i know i been here
Uh huh, c'mon
Hook
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15. _ Stock In The Game
[freddie foxxx]
Yeah, uh-huh, you ready?
It's bumpy knuckles baby, we tear this mothafucker down!
Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found
We're beatin niggas down, make you world-reknown
Where street beef set off once, never forgiven
Where real niggas never give up, we fugitivin
That's how we be livin, where niggas vibe on the raw shit
Come out, your face fucked up and get your jaw split
Nigga, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones
And send your punk ass home alone
I got stock in this microphone you innuendos
I get you beat the fuck up and played like nintendo
Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you niggas is hookers
I hit you wit the four pound tuckers
Have you ever seen a rap stampede?
Well bring em underground, and i'll run em down
You know my reputation, my voice over disco beats is violation
New york walk, new york talk
And when i blow you niggas dime, i use my own chalk
So watch what the fuck you say and what you do
For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew
Bring in baby, you ready?
[chorus]
I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin the glock to the game
You know my name
So if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song
I be hearin mad mc's, i study your rhymes
And i noticed that you niggas is just wastin time
I don't take it to wack niggas, they self-destruct
I take it to nice niggas and fuck them up!
So the fact that you be shinin makes it even better for me
That just leaves more cheddar for me
I keep it blacker than cadillacs in '69
Total eclispe your record and stole your shine
Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
And i still had you mothafuckers payin me mine
Wassup, watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas
No tax while you loudmouth braggin-ass niggas fake jacks
Yeah i'm nice wit my mothafuckin hands
And i bust my heats, freddie foxxx celebrity box out the beats
My flow is so cold
Start a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize your thoughts to start growin
It's bumpy knuckles and raw niggas incorporated
The real niggas love it, the fake niggas hate it
You mothafuckers ready for this? check it out
Chorus 2x
I go one two three four five, i make it live
Simple-ass shit like that be soundin wack
But when i spit the lyrical terror that makes niggas hide they jewels
Wild niggas start cockin they tools
I got my ethics from the older school, if you wack then i spit it
Something to steal, i come get it
If freddie foxxx want beef, niggas ain't wit it
Some niggas wanna try my style but can't fit it
I be hearin niggas that sound like me
But ain't never ever really put it down like me
Plus them niggas ain't really underground like me
Street reputation, love town-to-town like me
You bitch-ass mothafuckers i squared off in the mainstream
World, actin like a mothafuckin girls
I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium
The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your cranium
You soft niggas could never be iller
Than the holemaker, holefiller
Bumpy knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller
Don't fuck wit a mothafuckin killer, turn it up!
Chorus 2x
*on second time, last line is "then all you mothafuckers'll be gone"*
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16. _ Mcs Come And Mcs Go
"shaquita your mother's at the door, shaquita your mother's at my door
She said you shoulda been home at 11:30, she's at my door"
Intro:
Check it out party people in the house we wanna set the party off right
Right about now, with the hottest underground mc in the game, that's
Right it's bumpy knuckles baby, and we came to show you the diverse flow
Part of what we're 'bout to do today, so if you ready throw your hands
In the air while we freak it like thi, thi, thi, thi- thi- thi thi this
[verse 1]
Clap your hands and stomp your feet
While we rock to the sounds of the bumpy beat, the bumpy beat
You never heard me flow this slow
So i thought that i would do it just to let you know
I'm still nice with my m i c
I still put the hottest niggas on i c e
I'm down with guru and dj premier
I'd like to thank y'all both for bringin me here
Now, back to the business while you clappin your hands
It's been a while since you've seen a real mc
These niggas make me feel thin
With all these gangstas around wit it's
You're rockin with the best
I live a hard knock life, i wear a hard knock vest
Wanna give me a hard knock test
I have your little kids screamin
I'm so hard that after me
You need a will smith song to appreciate life
I'm like eddie in tibet
Fuck the bald head boy i want the, the, the mic
Let's take it back to union square
Can i grab the mic and mc in here
Well if so let's start class
Pharoah say rub on your titties bumpy say rub on your ass
Hook:
Mcs come and mcs go
I'm one of the few mcs left with mc flow
So when mcs come in, mcs know
If they can't mc then they got to go
Now everybody light it up now ho...
Take it deep inside your body and breathe...
Let it out
[verse 2]
Rock rock y'all i wanna give it to the thugs
So they can bring it inside the party and spread it out to everybody
"yo bumpy look" omigod, what is this
Got your hands in your pocket tryin to hide that icy wrist
Now did you think i would miss, all that glitter and jewel
When you know i rob a nigga, just too well
"it's not mine bumpy" do tell
I wonder if i stick this knife in yo' ass would they hear you yell
It's nice to jack a nigga before you get on stage
And watch him standing in the crowd still cheering you and shit
I'm nice y'all, like gretzky and ice ball
Wanna fuck scary spice not once but twice y'all
I rocked in london and the crowd was yelling
Bumpy knucks is the mc that we be feelin
Hennesey was a popular drink and it still is
Look what it done to arnold and willis
The real heads gon feel this
My mic is kinda like my vanderblast jag only i wheel this
Now let's take it back to union square
Can i grab the mic and make it hot in here
Well if so let's make it hot to the beat y'all, and you don't stop
Chorus
[verse 3]
Keep it on y'all, to the funky sound
Fuck hate me baby you can hump me now
All the ladies in the house that's sick and tired of sayin ow
Take just one minute and ask these rap niggas how
They can get on stage and rap like that
How you expect to get pussy after the show with crap like that
I bring the element, i remember like an elephant
When selling crack and jewels was not so relevent
But times are harder than blind man's chest
Big up my little man big l, in peace he rests
It's not many niggas spittin like it used to be
So i'ma hang around here y'all get used to me
All the gangstas in the house with they separate crews
When these corporate ass kissers gon accept the news
That black people get nothing but the blues
And we lost at the white folks back in the fifties and sixty two
I been to school, and i spit at mcs
Until they spin 360 degrees and then they pass out
Not gas out, and i'm not stoppin
While the hoes is still jockin and your head is still boppin
I flinch, don't fuck you and keep the bed rockin
Jump from ass to ass so i know i'm hip hoppin
Now let's take it back to union square
Can i grab the mic and mc in here
Well if so let's keep it tight
While the real mcs take control of this mic
Chorus
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17. _ The Mastas
"i am not now, what i was yesterday..
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.."
"i mean, this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
By yesterday, when i have moved on.."
[billy danze]
Since it's a brand new year, i got a brand new attitude
And a brand new way to come at a dude (salute!)
You remember the staff, that mastered the fine art
Of lettin the nines bark on the ave (nowwww)
If you don't know me then don't act like you do
And if you plan to blow me, you bet' not act like you want to
(criminal instincts!) i still got it
If a thick bitch try to throw a pick, i'll still spot it
(glory and ??) foxxx, i'm a survivor
I raise hell with a .25, to show you i'm live
Cousin - i put my hand on the good book, and overlook
The deepest crew, and split a motherfuckin throat
(it's the "murder he wrote") i stick to the plan,
I'm close to my fam - and i'm a very emotional man
I told you that danze, was out of control
?? ?? ?? ?? ?? - the masta!
"people! people!"
"i am not now, what i was yesterday..
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.."
"this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
By yesterday, when i have moved on.."
[lil' fame]
C'mon! when the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes
On some rap ??, fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that shit
I'm the nigga you love to hate, the thug that wait
Fo' yo' ass in the bushes with the ak-e
First i call yo' name, whisperin
Then i +lift+ yo' ass and have a snub-nose whistlin
You can think shit's sweet cause i rap
I still split a nigga head like a canteloupe
(bitch!) and i'm dope
Cause i master the shit, plaster the shit
A true hip-hop nigga, the last of the shit
Lil' fame, b-k born, been doin this
Since the days of b-d-k, and tj swan
Nigga you choose, when i do 'em boom so bash and bruise
And confuse 'em, wait a minute did i lose 'em?
I'ma put it down baby, fuck these kids
I will splash 'em and ask 'em who the fuck i is?
The masta!
"people! people!"
"i am not now, what i was yesterday..
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.."
"i mean, this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
By yesterday, when i have moved on.."
[freddie foxxx]
That's right..
My heart is colder than icicles in poland
Niggaz hate to see when bumpy get mad, what i be holdin
Try to shit on me i won't hesitate, blow out your colon
Never registered a gun that i had, i like them hot and stolen
And i don't leave no spares like i was bowlin
Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like ryan - nolan
And i'll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen
Pick up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin
Triple x raised, bumpy, i be john blaze
That venom shit that i've been spittin from, back in the days
Smashin mc's, countin the ways, you want it?
Blowin rappers up in bunches like, rap bouquets
I'm such a real nigga i take it to +blaze+
And tell 'em make it "51 greatest niggaz of all time"
Or i shoot up the page
I'm still the nicest nigga, fuck my age
Hand to hand i whup yo' motherfuckin ass, live on stage
I never claim to be, somethin i'm not
I'm a thug, and i die with it, like it or not
All the real niggaz wild with me, feel my rhyme
Now who baldhead rules in ninety-nine?
[f] who keep the real shit bangin in ya?
[m] the masta!
[f] who take a block and start swangin with ya?
[m] the masta!
[f] who still mic ready, send it to ya?
[m] the masta!
[f] knuckle game tight, black and blue ya
[m] the masta!
"we need real niggaz to bring it back..
So this is what it comes down to huh?"
"i am not now, what i was yesterday..
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.."
"i mean, this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
By yesterday, when i have moved on.."
"we need real niggaz to bring it back..
So this is what it comes down to huh?"
"i am not now, what i was yesterday..
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.."
"i mean, this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
By yesterday, when i have moved on.."
"we need real niggaz to bring it back..
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18. _ Part Of My Life
Intro: samples
--freddie foxxx-- --let me tell you--
--who's the real divine?-- --you like that--
--freddie foxxx-- --let me tell you--
[verse one]
I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone
I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, i bring it home
Bumpy ripping everything known, block every blow zone
I make you sit your ho ass down, turn off your microphone
Cause after me its un-rippable
I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable
I got miles of styles, you must be out your motherfuckin brain
To think i'm not the nicest in the game
Disconnected from your mainframe, punched cocked
Twirl your nose up murray the cop, to the beat down you don't stop
When fox and bumpy keep it hot
End the whole beef with just one shot, niggaz i fear not
This piece of steel with the screen on top
Projects uncut chyna white dope
Leave a freeze in a nigga throat
I fight for this like the right to vote
The poison i spit, they'll never be an antecdote
You niggaz thought i put my mic down
Cause the industry's scared cause i put my fight down
Before i do that, i sell it out the trunk and make a mill
Now thats a real rap nigga deal
In 99 i'm droppin niggaz like flies
Fuck flowin, i'm turning niggaz into jesse owens
Cock the four pound, keep it going, i'm in your dresser room layin
You bitch ass niggaz just start prayin baby
Chorus:
Rhymin is a part of my life
I'ma die with rhymin kids and a rhymin wife
I don't let nobody judge me that don't know how to do what i do
So if you don't like it then fuck you!
*repeat*
[verse one]
I watch niggaz get hyped up with one single and get gassed
Then fall like a bad pass
Niggaz run outta new york, to live in other places
Hopin somebody remember old rap faces
Fuck that, i'ma five borough thorough mc
Where i go, new york goes, keepin new york flows
Niggaz be switchin cause they not sure
Your style is played out soft shit like valure
In red and black living rooms when the system booms
He's a nice little diss to whomever whom
Come against me and i give you one of three picks:
Get shot, get stuck up, get your ass kicked
Bring your whole unit, and i be lyrically gunning em
Cause freddie foxxx be the illest thing since run and em
I be running through you like a hummer, you don't want none o'
So hot i turn december 25 into summer
I scrutinize niggaz and bring em down to size
My lyrical body slam will leave you paralized
Fuck what you memorize, i take you out of drive
And leave you neutralized and black in both your eyes
My rise is your demise, shut down your enterprise
Fox and primo, we stay close like thighs
Bumpy got nine lives, like a cat
With a full gat, keep it underground fuck that!
Chorus
[verse three]
For every verse i ever spit, for every mic i ever rip
I still got a full clip of unstoppable shit
You mean to tell me motherfuckers never knew
That i be bustin niggaz in the head with beer bottles like guru
Check the mic one, two make sure its on
When i bring it to your headquarters, word is bond
Heads up, eyes and ears open
I got you hopin
That you could catch rec like me
You got a better chance at kickin down a tree
With no legs, doing a handstand on two eggs
Motherfucker, i got lyrical instinct, fuck what you write
I'm the source like magazine, on the cover with the ruger 16
I ain't scared to diss a mc, but ask him if he scared to diss me
I bet he won't disagree, he'll probaly start sayin his throat
Hurt, his mom's is sick with a bad knee
Or start screamin he's about dough
He's just a faggot with a whack flow
Don't walk up on me talkin freestyles and off the top of the dome
I beat you down and send your ass home
I'm on my own time, i write my own rhymes
You wanna be the nominee? you brave now?
I carve my rhyme in your back and bury you face down
Just remember nigga:
I'm freddie the foxxx i break his back and buck em buck em down
Chorus
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19. _ Industry Shakedown
Yeah
"industry shakedown"
I call this one
The industry shakedown
Word up
Uh huh
"industry shakedown"
Now the reason i call it... the industry shakedown
Is cuz alot of niggas have fucked up
"word up, industry shakedown"
Now what i mean by fucked up is
They don't wanna see the game played right
"word up, word up"
So me and my nigga pete rock
Gon show y'all how to play the game right
"get ready for the industry shakedown"
"word up, word up"
Word up, word up"
[verse 1]
Uh, uh
I can't stop rockin i was born to keep it hot
Fought through miles of pain just to get what i got
Without crying, took mad shots without dying
Man they know when i'm in town mad heads start flyin
Who ever thought that i would be dealt the hand
That would make me the most feared lyrical man
Ask tone how it feel not to be able to sleep
I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat
I kept the pressure on him, now, i'm universal
Now he played this money game called hand, reversal
I remember when i thought that i could rock at def jam
While i was watching other niggas caught up in a def scam
I remember when i stepped to lyor, i should've blown him
Cuz that cracker been a crook, ever since i first known him
Thought i'd sale to atlantic
But there's niggas workin for 'em that'll sink the whole label
Like the fucking titanic
What i gotta do is run some dick up in sylvia rhone
So she can hear bumpy rockin on this microphone
Maybe i can elektra - fy her brain
Show her how i take love and turn it to pain
I never been an ass kisser
I call it if it's right, if rappers aint gay or dikes
Then they unpluggin your mic
My shit is cordless, i'm thugged out and wild as shit
And i'm comin for my crown, it's bumpy knuckles baby
And it's... [scratches]
The industry shakedown
"word up, word up"
Ha!
"word up, word up"
"ready for the industry shakedown"
Yeah!
"word up, word up"
"industry shakedown"
"word up, word up"
That's right nigga
Me and my nigga pete rock gon show you motherfuckers how to shake it down
You ready for this one? check it out
[verse 2]
When i spit hot potato, i was peepin tommy boy
But didn't wanna be the the next act that they would destroy
See labels be all on your dick, when they see you have some paper
But i flip the game, cuz i pull the capers
Got way more nut, than date rapers
You better be tryin to get yourself an office
Way on top of that skyscraper
I bring the ruckus, your money lookin proper
Have you ever been stuck up by a hardcore hip hopper
Forgot ya signed to cappa, a real donnie brasco
A nigga wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his asshole
Speakin of police, i found a interscope
And when i looked through the hole what i saw was dope
I saw a new nigga, sittin behind a big desk
Wit a big head and a big chest
And a big belly, talkin on a celly
Hatin real players, cuttin niggas throats
Like he was tryin to be the mayor
Then some niggas rushed in, punched him in his mouth
Threw him down on the floor and started stompin him out
Screamin fuck steve stoute, serve street justice
Cryin on the floor wit your lip all busted
You went out like a pussy, fuck the dough you got
Cuz wit all that money nigga, you still can't buy a heart
Only gangstas play the part
I'm still around, to bring you, the industry shakedown
Ha!
"word up, word up"
To the pete rock, and you don't stop
To the pete rock, and you don't stop
My nigga pete rock, and you don't stop
[verse 3]
I never felt like i should have to hold back anything i say
So i make the kinda records red alert don't play
Because i flow too hard, my voice is penetratin
Or maybe your crate needs renovatin, i'm used to hatin
That's why i'm hockey on you niggas, stickin and skatin
I heard about the blaze battle, they asked me to be in it
But to not consider me one of the 50 great
So i reviewed my tapes, figured my position
Sat and thought for a minute, grabbed the phone and said listen
I sell less records than some niggas out wit a deal
Gettin more cash and all my diamonds is real
And you want me to battle for a rolie, that i'ma take anyway
Better leave me the fuck alone bumpy knucks don't play
It made me laugh when i think about how gary harris
Tried to play me than got fired and all fuckin embarrassed
Fly shit is that he saw me, wit a smile, at a club
Reached to shake my fuckin hand and, brought back a nub
All them temporary spots will be filled time again
You can hate me now but i will rhyme again
Fall down climb again, more wild, more corrupt
Still spittin more shit, more fire, more abrupt
And i'll never put my two guns down
Why's that
Cuz i need 'em... for the industry shakedown
"word up, word up"
C'mon!
"word up, word up"
Yeah!
"industry shakedown"
That's right
That's what the fuck i call, a industry shakedown
"word up, word up"
And it's a lotta motherfuckers out there that i didn't name in this
Motherfucking song but i tell you this much
"get ready for the industry shakedown"
Don't think i forgot motherfuckers, cuz i reserve my options
It's bumpy knuckles baby, ha
"word up, word up"
And the chocolate boy wonder
I show you niggas a fast way, to six feet
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