[scratches by DJ Premier]
"It's time for this real n***a sh**.."
"Bumpy Knucks.."
"Ha, hah-hah"
"n***as 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.."
"n***as can't see I.."
"It's time for this real n***a sh**.."
[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 n***as ain't now gettin; feel me
Remember everybody wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine"
Real n***as 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 a** n***as
When I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounge
Cause n***as know that Bumpy Knucks'll tear this mutha down
Cause the rawest most illest sh**, make up my sound
That's why I stay gettin money, like them n***as uptown
I'm in your face - n***a wha**up now
f** all that peacemakin bullsh**
I heard you spit you like to pull sh**
That's all bullsh**, you keep your nine on some full sh**
You say you bust it, that's BULLsh*t!
You know the illest MC that ever did it
The rawest n***a 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 n***as 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 f** the Klan
I ain't blinded by your j**els 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, n***a turnin these fake hard n***as to gra**hoppers
Cause f'real here comes the realest, when I co*k the manstoppers
I remember talkin to Big Poppa; he said "Foxxx, you the illest,"
(uhh) I make the realest n***a feel it
Got a little mob of n***as I send to rob n***as
Take all that fly j**elry, 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 sh** to quote
I'ma always be a n***a, 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 b**h and get away, like my name was Captain Kirk
Motherf**ers wanna hear it raw, Bumpy make it hurt
Step on stage, rip the whole sh** down and merc'
Chorus
[Freddie Foxxx]
What f**ed 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 a** A&R that never filled a milk crate
With breakbeats, I keep it raw n***a 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 n***as to they face, I thought you wasn't nice
Kick my a**? Nah, not likely; out mic me?
Not likely, stay on the sidelines like Spike Lee
n***as know Bumpy like to flow all out
Microphone, gun in hands n***a, go all out
No exceptions to females I ride 'em giddyup
How bad I wanna f** 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.."
"n***as 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 n***a sh**.."