Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - The Key lyrics

[Intro: Bumpy Knuckles] Whattup? GRRRR!!! GRRRR!!! Yeah! HA HA HA HA HA! Awww man. Put it in! [Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles] Bumpy Knuckles is the key To a part of a motherf**er that helped him figure out who he be F-O-X times three The first two in trainin, the third has a famous MC Labels don't sign me Unless you willin to restructure yo' sh** and put the bucks behind me I'm a nationwide G Goons in countries that I can't pronounce but they beside me Bumpin hot beats Car doors jumpin', them Kenwood's pumpin' Under my seat Two big bu*t b**hes and a brick of that kick it back in the bag Under my seat Stamp the bag boom bap, hit the DJ's and move that Underground heat Yeah Keep rockin' While the mainstream demises and underground rises The truth shows up, in all shapes and sizes I'm not political but understand politics So I go to the street with all that gutter wally sh** n***as ain't really your man's and 'em Especially when you feel like you gotta put hands on 'em So I keep my gun around peeps That really ain't peeps Rock on Listen It's not my job to fix hip hop I didn't f** it up I put flavor in it s** it up A war is goin on and n***as standin 'round takin swagger shots Claimin hip hop and havin knots As it appears I appear, hear me bangin' Got the hammer in your ear, pinky ringin' Music don't leak Unless you got a whole in your team (Solar type sh**) We call 'em studio creeps Yes! Beats by the Perminator, vocals by the Terminator Salute to haters and all the attention that give a n***a Bloggers thank you for makin me a bigger n***a Cause I gotta eat Turn the mic on and put a plate on the stage and watch me engage In a Year Round feast DJ Premier is the chef, Bumpy Knuckles is the waiter, data Gets stored through the drive through the mic via Sata Serve cold, heard hot made a 'Nother banger with Premier, 'nother notch in my career From haters to downplay the sound say Grinders don't sleep Late night session with a spirit That's tellin me they can't wait to hear it Spirit, I know you see these foul cats doin foul sh** So I confirm it continue to spit the wild sh** Underground beef, get clapped into patties Then fried and served with fries Like a ton of ground beef Legacy of famous MC's Minimized, to a blue check verified Why?! Beef between radio stations, slowed down music production People don't have patience So they movin on And they playin imitations Make since cause real n***as beefin' over fake sh** It's some fake sh**, backstage is a makeshift Prison cell n***as can't survive the game At the rate we goin, that's why they hate me flowin' I exposed these n***as for stabbin, hip hop in the back Word up, guess who's back