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[Intro: Bumpy (DJ Premier Scratchin)
PREMO! HAAAAAAAAAAA!
(T-T-Take control, total body and soul-"Erick Sermon")
COME ON! HA! (Take total control, total and soul-"Erick Sermon")

[Verse Bumpy Knuckles]
Somebody better security It's about to be on
I'm in the streets midnight, 'bout to 'til dawn
Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I my song
You wanna die! Ha! I can help coffin be on!
I'm the reason some rap niggas, may spit a name
I'm the reason that some niggas, still in the
I'm the reason rock died, some proclaimed
Rich underground nigga, Bump became
They wonderin, how the he just won't stop
And, they wonderin, how this nigga so hot
Well it's a combination of things, I live by
I speak to none of these bitch ass niggas just give hi
Always aim for the sky, I'm aimin at an A&R
From the majors I aim for the eye
And you'll see me cry
These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! Niggas is puss y
And I always spit fly, and be afraid ('Fraid!)
'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get
You niggas is like aids, infectin the sound
the real niggas started, so we keep it underground yeah!

[Chorus: Bumpy
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me brains in motion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me mad commotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me a locomotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded in motion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me mad commotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!

Two: Bumpy Knuckles]
Niggas I don't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound
the sky to the ground, I'll gun yo' ass down
Like I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little game for the
And I it, ate that clown
Bumpy Knucks, hotter than grits on Al Green
Gonna make Allen Iverson stick to his
That's always your dream, so live your life
Don't go broke tryin to flow b you ain't nice
What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin double
How you nine foot tall?! And rhymin just a
I police the underground and I'm thug
Got a with that speak, get your mug annointed
By Reverend Glock, niggas got the all twisted
It's of niggas I'm a bring it to and it's listed
I hope you try to up and show me you live
That makes my dick hard! And it all sweaty inside
I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker
But he with a bad motherfucker! It's Bumpy Knuckles!

[Chorus: Knuckles]
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me brains in motion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me a locomotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!

[Verse Bumpy Knuckles]
The magazines (Yeah!) I like to meet my
Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's
Tryin to come up on mic, how to struggle how to fight
It's like tryin to find a ass on a woman
In the dark night, I got the double take it
'Cause if I was into cigarette smokin skinny woman they ain't playin my record
I was Hot before 97 way that
Now I come back, and niggas bitchin
You can't even a chain no more, niggas snitchin
Alot of is just pots in the kitchen like Congressman Rangel
! HUH!) Mr. Bojangle fucked up ankles
The black star suffer while the star spangle
and we don't play on MTV
The fuckin record companies own all the mp3's, and the factory
I got niggas Bumpy too black for me
the truth nigga! I see! But you blinded by glitter
And you got a little which made your pussy game better
Well you need mic nice lessons rhymin
When all a want is a car and a hurt me diamond
do anything for anybody
And a dick like a MC Lewinsky
I'm the that you'll can't see (Yeah!) Don't ever get it fucked up!
All you sucker ass niggas will get Bump Knucked up! on!

Bumpy Knuckles]
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me brains in motion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me mad commotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me mad commotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!

[Outro: Bumpy (DJ Premier Scratchin)
HAAAAAAAA! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take control, total body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")
YEAH! (T-T-Take-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Take body-"Erick Sermon")
ON! HA! (T-T-T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")
(T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take control, total body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")