Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Inside Your Head lyrics

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 motherf**er'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 n***as afraid of me, oh that's so gay to me Shot a n***a for shaking my hand too long, don't play with me I make n***as 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 n***as break the f** out Bring ya rabbit's foot, I'll blow your luck out I'll k** all you n***as and pull a navy hearse truck out So save your wake a** verse for daytime talk TV Cuz I'll return you and let you keep ya j**els and chalk BVs My heart is dirty and skeevy Man, I would see any one of you n***as If I was Ray Charles or Stevie, ha! (Can you, feel me?) Can ya feel me, n***a?!? Can ya feel me, n***a?!? (Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux) It's Bumpy Knux, n***a what? Come on! (Can you, can you, hear me?) Can you hear me motherf**er?!? 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 n***as 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 n***as waited for my flow Like they waited for Mandela to show So all these phony a** n***as out here know Your faker than a n***a 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 n***as 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 f** off me, n***a (Can you, feel me?) Can ya feel me, n***a?!? Can ya feel me, n***a?!? (Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux) It's Bumpy Knux, n***a what? Come on! (Can you, can you, hear me?) Can you hear me motherf**er?!? I'm talking to you! (Cuz I am in...side your head) You ain't no motherf**in thug, you ain't shot nobody I'm wild like n***as 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 n***as can't spit on the tracks that I spit on You n***as are scared of the type of n***as I sh** 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 n***as are mi-dad (?) on How do you n***as ride in the car with this n***a With that sh** on? I'm sick and tired of N.O.R.E. and his "What, What, What" Write some rhymes, n***a, or give this sh** 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, n***a, 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 n***a in New York So n***a shut your f**in mouth up when I talk Come on, I make Reverend Run Reverend Walk And k** female MCs like a chicken hawk It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, ha! (Can you, feel me?) Can ya feel me, n***a?!? Can ya feel me, n***a?!? (Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux) It's Bumpy Knux, n***a what? Come on! (Can you, can you, hear me?) Can you hear me motherf**er?!? I'm talking to you! (Cuz I am in...side your head) (Can you, feel me?) Can ya feel me, n***a?!? Can ya feel me, n***a?!? (Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux) It's Bumpy Knux, n***a what? Come on! (Can you, can you, hear me?) Can you hear me motherf**er?!? I'm talking to you! (Cuz I am in...side your head)