Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Drop A Jewel lyrics

[Intro] Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, especially when it's the only one you have You see vision is the art of seeing things invisible Ahh My God "To the beat y'all" [Verse One] A lot of love lost Your days is getting cloudy now I'm gonna see how many can really stand the rain Bumpy back again, an*lytical Still working out twice a day like it's critical Still mix a lot keep it spiritual Mic still hot still lyrical And you n***as hate to see me rise I ain't got no more patience you can see it in my eyes I'm sick of n***as keeping me in lies I hear ya talking I'm New York n***a I rep it every time I step it Even though I'm well respected I got a weapon your past is terrible your future's worse Let me put this Walter PP all in ya mouth co*k it and shoot you first Your sh** ain't phat Ain't no pun to that Cause I make this hardcore gangsta sh** so fun to rap You in trouble like no gun to clap in the middle of Pakistan Either you fight or you clap your hand Cause weak n***as can't ever be sincere I'm the hardest sober hardcore beats in ya ear And I'm graceful like Muhammad Ali opposing war I ain't trying to be no soldier that don't know what he's fighting for That's hypocritical If I'm shooting up my block over 1-50 size rocks I'ma stop f**ing with n***as like Jenny From The Block Cause all you want to do is come in the club and bust shots See a man who exposes himself when he's intoxicated Really don't know the art of getting drunk Bumpy Knucks bring funk like a musty black man from Ghana I rip through MC's like a piranha Run up on me if ya wanna I'll co*k my resolution like I was Hughey Newton Plottin revolution What ya'll rappers call 16 bars I call pollution So f** you and your distribution I'm the self mad dollar Blue collar Rottwilder Yes I weigh more 265 I weigh more I guess I got my weight up I send you 16 bars I ate up All you punch line n***as I'll put you in a line and punch every one of you Now you know your purpose I'm the bible of the ghetto and page by page I wrote y'all a manual on the black man rage I'll chase you till I catch that a** I guess I'm like age And I k** gangsta rappers too I guess I'm like AIDS Take it easy Eazy Duz It And ya'll wanna spit b**h in the club Being a sleezy buzzit Two years was my interlude I fixed my imperfection I got my mind in better shape to spit you the Konexion Now that I got that off my Chest Ayo Big Chuck let's do this for baby bro