DJ Premier & Bumpy Knuckles - More Levels lyrics

[Intro: Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Premier Scratchin) PREMO! HAAAAAAAAAAA! (T-T-Take total control, total body and soul-"Erick Sermon") COME ON! HA! (Take total control, total body and soul-"Erick Sermon") [Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles] Somebody better call security It's about to be on I'm in the streets midnight, 'bout to buss 'til dawn n***as are dead wrong, if they think I soften my song You wanna die! Ha! I can help your coffin be on! I'm the reason that some rap n***as, may spit a name I'm the reason that some n***as, still in the game I'm the reason that rock died, some proclaimed Rich underground street n***a, Bump became They wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop And, they wonderin, how this n***a stay so hot Well it's a combination of five things, I live by I don't speak to none of these b**h a** n***as just give hi Always aim for the sky, unless I'm aimin at an A&R From the majors then I aim for the eye And you'll never see me cry These emotional a** industry rap motherf**ers! n***as is puss double y And I always spit fly, and never be afraid ('Fraid!) 'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get paid You n***as is like little aids, infectin the sound That the real n***as started, so we keep it underground yeah! [Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles] (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in motion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad commotion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a locomotion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin! (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in motion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad commotion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a locomotion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin! [Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles] n***as know I don't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound From the sky to the ground, I'll gun yo' a** down Like I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little game for the kiddies And I call it, ate that clown It's Bumpy Knucks, hotter than grits on Al Green Gonna make Allen Iverson stick to his team That's always your dream, so live your other life Don't go broke tryin to flow b you ain't that nice What's with these basketball n***as, I'm screamin double dribble How you nine foot tall?! And rhymin just a little I police the underground and I'm thug appointed Got a problem with that speak, get your mug annointed By Reverend Glock, n***as got the game all twisted It's alot of n***as I'm a bring it to and it's listed I hope you try to stand up and show me you live That makes my dick hard! And it gets all sweaty inside 'Cause I know this little n***a wanna prove he ain't a s**er But he f**in with a bad motherf**er! It's Bumpy Knuckles! [Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles] (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in motion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad commotion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a locomotion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin! (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in motion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad commotion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a locomotion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin! [Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles] The magazines (Yeah!) I like to meet my reviewer Take his a** to the sewer, and show him what it's like Tryin to come up on this mic, how to struggle how to fight It's like tryin to find a a** on a chinese woman In the dark black night, I got the double take it 'Cause if I was into cigarette smokin skinny white woman they ain't playin my record I was Hot before 97 way before that Now I come back, and n***as still b**hin You can't even snatch a chain no more, n***as snitchin Alot of n***as is just pots in the kitchen like Congressman Rangel ! HUH!) Mr. Bojangle with f**ed up ankles The black star suffer while the white star spangle Banner and we don't play on MTV The f**in record companies own all the mp3's, and the bootleg factory I got n***as sayin Bumpy too black for me It's the truth n***a! I see! But you blinded by glitter And you got a little cheddar which made your p**y game better Well you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin When all a n***a want is a car and a hurt me diamond He'll do anything for anybody And s** a dick like a MC Lewinsky I'm the n***a that you'll can't see (Yeah!) Don't ever get it f**ed up! All you s**er a** n***as will get Bump Knucked up! Come on! [Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles] (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in motion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad commotion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a locomotion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin! (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in motion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad commotion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a locomotion (THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin! [Outro: Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Premier Scratchin) HAAAAAAAA! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon") YEAH! (T-T-Take-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Take your body-"Erick Sermon") COME ON! HA! (T-T-T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon") (T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")