Bumpy Knuckles - R.N.S. lyrics

"It's time for this real n***a sh**.." "Bumpy Knucks.." "Ha, hah-hah" "n***az 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**.." 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***az ain't now gettin; feel me Remember everybody wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine" Real n***az 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***az When I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounge Cause n***az 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***az 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 millennium cities, watch what I do I'm bout to save hip-hop like Ghost did the Wu 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***az they can't take us If we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers 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***az they can't take us If we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers 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***az 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***az I send to rob n***az 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' 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***az they can't take us If we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers 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***az 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 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***az they can't take us If we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers "Bumpy Knucks.." "n***az 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**.."