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

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

[Verse Two: Knuckles]
know I don't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound
From the sky to the ground, gun yo' ass down
Like I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little for the kiddies
And I it, ate that clown
It's Bumpy Knucks, than grits on Al Green
Gonna make Allen Iverson stick to his
always your dream, so live your other life
Don't go tryin to flow b you ain't that nice
What's these basketball niggas, I'm screamin double dribble
How you nine foot tall?! And rhymin just a
I police the underground and I'm appointed
Got a problem that speak, get your mug annointed
By Reverend Glock, got the game all twisted
It's alot of niggas I'm a bring it to and listed
I hope you try to stand up and show me you
That my dick hard! And it gets 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 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!
(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!

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

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

Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Premier Scratchin)
HAAAAAAAA! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, 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")