Feel me, I bet you've never seen a that get raw like me Gun in face, put niggas on the floor like me Who go to war me? flip a whore like me? Put the on rap competitors like me Get and make more like me Hunt a down like the predator like me Keep the macs in the like me How many niggas really raw to the hardcore like me? It's bumpy baby, I got lyrical styles forever My endevor is to smash you motherfuckers I do it to young niggas, old niggas, niggas, soul niggas niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told niggas I'm ripping with this timeless shit While you niggas spit offbeat rhyming shit My life is full of hard and shit So all I rhyme about is niggas asses and crime and shit
Who got the hardest mc ever created? (bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!) Who got status and it's still underrated? (bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!) Who got them two hot nines be black and nickle-plated? (bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) And I blow a nigga out to keep me motivated (bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
I the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin' foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging I get it everywhere that I go, loving Cause it's fatter star jones and rosie huggins I've been lyrically inclined I thought about a rhyme I knew the only thing I couldn't kill was time So I started a long ten-year climb mine While them fake niggas stay in a rush to behind Bum bit, I spit the flames til the set afire I'm a fighter not a crier, don't who you hire Kill street team, burn your flyers Niggas need jacoby & for being liers, now feel me Calling major labels, tell 'em bumpy is in town Tell 'em send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for the industry Yo pete, break it
Who got the hardest mc style ever (bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!) Who got status and it's still underrated? (bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!) Who got them two hot that be black and nickle-plated? (bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!) And I blow a chest out to keep me motivated (bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Yo get the up out my face, b, I'm an mc Not some fake-ass kissing ass at the gavin how can he be down, I make impact Like the slug ripping through a nigga cap I guarantee that, now a fact Niggas ain't selling records, let a key of crack You stare at me too long, b, your ice grill will melt to water And I you like I check my daughter Now turn it up, it's the pit mutts, huh, I'm off the chain Off the pen or off the brain, I it to you niggas Like I'm fucking insane, huh, you it pop Now you snitching like colin fergueson at You ain't a thug, b, I'm rougher than The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs me Bitches in every city to hug me A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self he ever slug me
Who got the hardest mc style ever (bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!) Who got status and it's still underrated? (bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) Who got two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated? (bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!) And I blow a chest out to keep me motivated (bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)