Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga get raw like me Gun in your face, put on the floor like me Who go to war like me? a whore like me? Put the squeeze on rap like me Get and make more like me Hunt a nigga down like the Predator me Keep the Macs in the like me How many niggas really raw to the hardcore like me? It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical forever My endevor is to smash you motherfuckers I do it to niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul niggas Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told I'm still ripping this timeless shit you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming shit My life is full of hard times and So all I rhyme about is whooping asses and crime and shit
Who got the hardest MC style ever (Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got celebrity status and it's still (Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got them two hot that be black and nickle-plated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!) And I blow a chest out to keep me motivated (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be Freddie be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging I get it everywhere that I go, loving Cause it's fatter than Star Jones and Rosie I've been lyrically inclined I thought about a rhyme Plus I knew the only thing I couldn't was time So I started a long ten-year doing mine While them fake niggas stay in a rush to behind Bum bit, I spit the til the mic's set afire I'm a not a crier, don't care who you hire Kill your street team, burn your Niggas Jacoby & Meyers for being liers, now feel me Calling labels, tell 'em Bumpy Knuckles is in town Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a 'em down It's the king of the sound, get ready for the Industry Shakedown Yo Pete, break it
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Yo get the up out my face, B, I'm an MC Not fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the Gavin Asking how can he be down, I impact Like the four-pound slug ripping through a cap I guarantee that, now a fact Niggas ain't selling records, let a key of crack You stare at me too long, B, ice grill will melt down to water And I you like I check my daughter Now turn it up, it's the pit amongst mutts, huh, I'm off the Off the pen or off the brain, I bring it to you Like I'm insane, huh, you heard it pop Now you snitching like Colin Fergueson at You ain't a thug, B, I'm than rugby The real niggas you, but the thugs love me Bitches in city want to hug me A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self he ever slug me
Who got the hardest MC style created? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!) Who got celebrity status and still underrated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!) Who got them two hot nines that be and nickle-plated? (Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) And I a nigga chest out to keep me motivated (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)