Inside Your Head Lyrics
| Song | Inside Your Head |
| Artist | Freddie Foxxx |
| Album | Industry Shakedown |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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) |
| 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 brai | |
| 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 pokeman, 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 midad ? 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 |
| 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 brai | |
| 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 pokeman, 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 midad ? 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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