Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Mind Frame (DJ Keynote Speakaz Remix) lyrics

[Produced and remixed by DJ Keynote Speakaz] [ Freddie Foxxx ] Cla** is open.. come on in All you wannabe-emcees sit down It's Mister Bumpy baby.. Here we go again baby We gon' do it 'til they learn the righty way You ready to rock baby? Feel this [Verse 1] What nature imparts to man is called, human nature To follow that nature it's called a way Cultivating that way is called education But for man to love himself is called masturbation Bumpy talk about love they say it ain't right I told you n***as what I Luv on +First Family 4 Life+ As I move around the world acquire new likes New loves, new mics, new dubs, I'm still spittin' I'm not content with my life (Why?) Until I k** all my enemies, leave 'em bend with the knife That's what's wrong with these n***as, they scared to fight So they think being a gangsta is bustin' guns on the mic In the streets you black, but at home you white At least like you like to think so - n***a Step into my mind frame it don't stop And I still keep the four pound hot-hot-hot n***as hungry on my block B, we try'na eat And it's them fake a** rap n***as, we try'na see (Belie' that!) I know deep down is bothering me When a motherf**er think that he smarter than me (Who's that?) When he ain't a better charter than me (Come on!) And I do it on, rap alone, and you'll never be HARDER than me I'm try'na teach you stupid a** n***as how to rock [ Hook: Freddie Foxxx ] [ 2x ] Knock-knock-knock, come on in This is my house, reign again Real n***a sh**, I bring the pain again It's some s**az in the game we in [ Verse Two: Freddie Foxxx ] You can't do it like the kid B, follow what's in me Peace to the old time gangstas who sent me The energy to keep it moving, be one of the best And stick out my chest, like a true warrior I caught this n***a selling bootlegs He thought I didn't have a kind heart, he was wrong, I shoot legs Cause he was white and I was black He had a pen and a chequebook, I had 10 in my Mack If half these rappers did that They probably stopped settling for a pat on the back And a plastique plaque, that sh** is mad wack So here I come, back with another one, Bumpy outspoken While you n***as out joking and playing a game I want a twelve inch piece of wax, ignite the flame The penalty of succes is being bored by people who used to diss you Money short, they won't hit you Stuck in beef they won't git you Before they f** you won't kiss you When you dead, six feet in the ground, they probably forget you To get control is to take control They can never have the mind, the body, the soul Of a true emcee, E-M-C-E-E, F-R-E-D-D, F-O-triple X Disrespect, you be crippled next, how many times we gotta tell 'em son? [ Hook: Freddie Foxxx ] [ 2x ] Knock-knock-knock, come on in This is my house, reign again Real n***a sh**, I bring the pain again It's some s**az in the game we in [ Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx ] I know you people think I'm angry, but I'm not Underground, but I'm hot All I got is the truth, and I give you what I got Some n***as is too old and tired, or young and stupid I'm a n***a with no patience, I shoot quicker than Cupid So put it in ya deck and dupe it, pa** it on To see who Bumpy blast it on, remember me, and the wild sh** I did When I bodied him and raised his kids, now they're grown and it's on If I'm this kinda n***a when I'm livin', imagine the kinda angel I'd be And all the foul n***as I'd see, great men can't be ruled My spirit is free, and I rip a whole in every f**ing track, given to me Pay attention, you n***as is closet mainstream Fishing through a wack song looking for a hot verse A hot word, or a hot phrase, your record companies' livin' proof, crime pays Take you out nine ways and save ten For your no-lyric a**, when you want to do it again And as long you keep it on wax I stay your friend But if you ever take it to the streets you never rhyme again I'mma the tester of the hard chin, not many pa** Matter of fact, not many motherf**ers come to cla** Cause they know I'll be all up in they a**, like last night's dinner And Bumpy Knucks is the winner, yeah [ Hook: Freddie Foxxx ] [ 2x ] Knock-knock-knock, come on in This is my house, reign again Real n***a sh**, I bring the pain again It's some s**az in the game we in [FF] Cla** is over, get the f** out.. [ DJ Keynote Speakaz scratches ] "Bumpy knuckles, bumpy knuckles, bumpy knuckles" (3x) - Freddie Foxxx "Call me Bumpy Knuckles, cause my hands be swell"