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Feel me, i bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw like me |
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Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor like me |
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Who go to war like me? flip a whore like me? |
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Put the squeeze on rap competitors like me |
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Get less and make more like me |
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Hunt a nigga down like the predator like me |
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Keep the macs in the drawer like me |
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How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me? |
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It's bumpy knuckles baby, i got lyrical styles forever |
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My endevor is to smash you punk motherfuckers |
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I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul niggas |
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Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 i told niggas |
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I'm still ripping with this timeless shit |
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While you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming shit |
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My life is full of hard times and shit |
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So all i rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and shit |
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Who got the hardest mc style ever created? |
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(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) |
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Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated? |
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(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) |
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Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated? |
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(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) |
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And i blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated |
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(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) |
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I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin' |
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Freddie foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging |
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I get it everywhere that i go, thug loving |
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Cause it's fatter than star jones and rosie huggins |
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I've been lyrically inclined since i thought about a rhyme |
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Plus i knew the only thing i couldn't kill was time |
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So i started a long ten-year climb doing mine |
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While them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind |
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Bum bit, i spit the flames til the mic's set afire |
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I'm a fighter not a crier, don't care who you hire |
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Kill your street team, burn your flyers |
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Niggas need jacoby & meyers for being liers, now feel me |
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Calling major labels, tell 'em bumpy knuckles is in town |
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Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or i'm a bust 'em down |
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It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for the industry shakedown |
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Yo pete, break it down |
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Who got the hardest mc style ever created? |
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(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) |
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Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated? |
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(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) |
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Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated? |
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(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) |
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And i blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated |
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(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) |
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Yo get the fuck up out my face, b, i'm an mc |
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Not some fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the gavin |
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Asking how can he be down, i make impact |
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Like the four-pound slug ripping through a nigga cap |
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I guarantee that, now here's a fact |
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Niggas ain't selling records, let alone a key of crack |
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You stare at me too long, b, your ice grill will melt down to water |
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And i check you like i check my daughter |
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Now turn it up, it's the pit amongst mutts, huh, i'm off the chain |
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Off the pen or off the brain, i bring it to you niggas |
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Like i'm fucking insane, huh, you heard it pop |
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Now you snitching like colin fergueson at comstock |
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You ain't a thug, b, i'm rougher than rugby |
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The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me |
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Bitches in every city want to hug me |
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A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me |
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Who got the hardest mc style ever created? |
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(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) |
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Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated? |
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(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) |
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Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated? |
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(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) |
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And i blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated |
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(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) |
