Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Get Your Mind Right lyrics

[Verse 1] What you 'bout to hear, straight craziest Higher level, nuclear MCin, I'm not paid for this Because I'm made for this and hip hop history None of my 19 albums have ever been miscellaneous And I'm spontaneous My radius goes out, the crowd falls out Knowledge Reigns Supreme, I pour out To my jaws now, yep, I bring the claws out Knocked them 26 city tours out I'm the truth, you can believe or doubt But for those that believe in MCs like these Higher degrees in sacred keys, believe, we knockin' them all out Believe in yourself, stop deceivin' yourself You listenin' that garbage all day, depletin' your health And I ain't talkin' 'bout them youngings on the radio today I'm talkin' 'bout them old folks that program what they say They hated it, debated hip hop way back in the day Now they wanna destroy it, they ain't love it anyway But they put it on the radio, then blast it on your TV Tellin' you, "It's the way to go, right here, buy our CD" And even when you get the CD, it's always a letdown Cause you don't know about them MCs that truly get down [Hook] x4 Get your mind right, you don't have to deal with hindsight If you operate in foresight [Verse 2] Now you throw it up You want respect, you want that victory, cohoo You want that cash, you wanna live it up Now you in the street, you have the E, you have Malcolmee You independant and you feel the heat But you will not give up, so now your phone ring and you pick it up And it's your boy Park about to stick it up It's the economy, he explain as he talk 'bout robbery Right then you ax: "Now what's inside of me? Am I a robba', robba'? Am I a shocka', shocka'? Am I a robba', robba', robba', i'ma, i'ma, i'ma Am I a robba', robba'? Am I a shocka', shocka'? Am I a robba', robba', i'ma, i'ma, i'ma, i'ma hang the phone up Cause you know what? I see the future It may look good now but jail ain't what I'm used to The soul says give not take without giving If that's the real you, then that's how you should start living But we frontin', frontin' Still huntin', huntin' for somethin', somethin' But all this huntin', stuntin' droke cluckin' is leavin' at nothing Start dustin', reach on the shelf and dust your soul off You put it there, gettin' your goal off [Hook] x2