Juice Magazin - R.N.S. lyrics

[scratches by DJ Premier] "It's time for this real n***a sh**.." "Bumpy Knucks.." "Ha, hah-hah" "n***as can't see I.." "Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx with the twin millis" - O.C "Ha, hah-hah" "Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Bumpy Knucks.." "n***as can't see I.." "It's time for this real n***a sh**.." [Freddie Foxxx] When I was small I made pause tapes for "Super Sperm" Rappin in high school, drinkin forties, smokin sherm Listen to Cold Crush and Grandmaster Caz spittin Gettin somethin in that n***as ain't now gettin; feel me Remember everybody wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine" Real n***as kept they attributes, right through '99 Peace to the god Taheem, watching over me White chariots and horses, get me over rough courses While I silence those voices that doubted my ability To rip, through these young a** n***as When I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounge Cause n***as know that Bumpy Knucks'll tear this mutha down Cause the rawest most illest sh**, make up my sound That's why I stay gettin money, like them n***as uptown I'm in your face - n***a wha**up now f** all that peacemakin bullsh** I heard you spit you like to pull sh** That's all bullsh**, you keep your nine on some full sh** You say you bust it, that's BULLsh*t! You know the illest MC that ever did it The rawest n***a that ever chewed up rhymes and spit it In the new millenium cities, watch what I do I'm bout to save hip-hop like Ghost did the Wu Chorus: Freddie Foxxx (repeat 2X) For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers The movers, the shakers, the beat, the makers What's stronger than hip-hop n***as they can't take us If we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers [Freddie Foxxx] I'm proud to be a black man in my existence, so f** the Klan I ain't blinded by your j**els and your million dollar checks I'm always ready for whatever's next My road in life ain't easy cause I'm complex You know the real, n***a turnin these fake hard n***as to gra**hoppers Cause f'real here comes the realest, when I co*k the manstoppers I remember talkin to Big Poppa; he said "Foxxx, you the illest," (uhh) I make the realest n***a feel it Got a little mob of n***as I send to rob n***as Take all that fly j**elry, and give it to my moms I keep the industry up in arms like Zack La Roche Cause they hate to see me comin, with this too black approach Through the hardest time in hip-hop, I stayed afloat So let me give the media some fly sh** to quote I'ma always be a n***a, lookin through your eyes So nothin that you do to me should come as no surprise I continue bein raw dog, puttin in work I drown a b**h and get away, like my name was Captain Kirk Motherf**ers wanna hear it raw, Bumpy make it hurt Step on stage, rip the whole sh** down and merc' Chorus [Freddie Foxxx] What f**ed you up is that I'm so nice and don't rehearse On any record I'm the king of the third verse It's +Strictly Business+, if it's +Personal+ I let you know I hold your heart until the Lord tell me let you go Don't need advice from no corny a** A&R that never filled a milk crate With breakbeats, I keep it raw n***a straight street To my comrades in L.A, L.A., L.A I still got the bulletproof - Pelle, Pelle, Pelle Keep the music underground as I reiterate twice Tell n***as to they face, I thought you wasn't nice Kick my a**? Nah, not likely; out mic me? Not likely, stay on the sidelines like Spike Lee n***as know Bumpy like to flow all out Microphone, gun in hands n***a, go all out No exceptions to females I ride 'em giddyup How bad I wanna f** Brat, since she pushed them titties up It's the underground sound that designs the street Freddie Foxxx designed the rhyme, Premier designed the beat Chorus [scratches by DJ Premier] "Bumpy Knucks.." "n***as can't see I.." "Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx with the twin millis" - O.C "Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Bumpy Knucks.." "It's time for this real n***a sh**.."