Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Get It In lyrics

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Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Get It In lyrics

My pens the ride On the pad the road Yall mustve known This is the way I unwind and unload Over beats overload Mind explodes Stress in this depression New ghosts of Tom Joad New dust bowl blues Back to fake j**els So I drop j**els To inform the flooded Clock tickin 3 songs a day Like its food Carry on I am that ramblin man dude Updated I was born To deliver car songs D still drives a caddy D I'll mess with a ford Now songs are bloodNOW SONGS ARE BLOOD And songs are swords AND SONGS ARE SWORDS Everybody should be able to afford Home food and a job to work We the people gettin robbed by these corporate jerks I wonder how they sleep at night Whem the people hitch hiking the turnpike Yall know that ain't right So I gotta get it in tonight Gotta Get it in tonight (Bumpy Knuckles Bridge Hook) Bump knucks in the house And I came to (get it in) Rock rock with the best of the best And I'm get it in Touch mics I a beast when I (get it in) (get it in) Yeah word throw your hands up When there's war for the cause Of course I gotta (get it in) On the blaze on the mic (get it in) You know I gotta (get it in) When PE CA; LS i fight so watch me (Get it in) Yo, lets rock, word yo ( Bumpy Knuckles Verse ) I always wanted to be an s1 March my dance steps and carry two guns Cause I a rider for the strong island Wilin stylin 98 crew retirin salute For the culture i'll shoot Ha, boom bap at you I'm nice chucks bars go too We embargo too We prohibit wack rappers to move Ha, or we'll stomp on you Throw your hands up five fingers Close your fist Then repeat after me and it goes like this Cmon (get it in) word the rhymes are sick This info in flow wherever it ends up Copyright law that will leave you a Sloppy right jaw Hard as I work to write more So flavor flav if you're ready to win Why don't cha Get on the mic and (get it in) (get it in ) ( Flavor Flav verse) In order to reach status like us you gotta (Get it in) Public enemy number one baby yo we (Get it in) Chuck D is the hard rhymer yo because he (Get it in) Flavor flav he (Get it in) Riding on the block you gotta (Get it in) In the bronx we rock the block you gotta (Get it in) Na**au country on the rock you gotta (Get it in) When you got to do your time you gotta (Get it in) In rikers c-76 I had to (Get it in) On the streets in a fight I had to (Get it in) Running from the cops I had to (Get it in) I was fighting with my girl I had to (Get it in) It was me against the world I gotta (Get it in) I'm in a high speed chase I gotta (Get it in) I got the cops on my case I gotta (Get it in) I got the irs all after me yo I gotta (Get it in) I got the feds after me yo I gotta (Get it in) I got my girl after me yo I gotta (Get it in) When the boys is after you yo better (Get it in) If you in a gang fight yo you better (Get it in) When you go to jail you got no choice but to (Get it in) If he bend you over you know he gonna (Get it in)