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

[Verse One: Bumpy
Somebody better call It's about to be on
I'm in the streets midnight, 'bout to buss 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 that some rap niggas, may 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 hell he just won't
And, they wonderin, how this stay so hot
Well it's a of five things, I live by
I don't speak to none of these bitch ass niggas just hi
Always aim for the sky, unless I'm at an A&R
From the majors I aim for the eye
And you'll see me cry
These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! is puss double y
And I always fly, and never be afraid ('Fraid!)
'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til get paid
You niggas is like little aids, the sound
That the real niggas started, so we 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 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 like a
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!

[Verse Bumpy Knuckles]
Niggas know I don't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the
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 call it, ate that
Bumpy Knucks, hotter than grits on Al Green
Gonna make Allen stick to his team
That's always your dream, so live your other
Don't go broke tryin to flow b you that nice
with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin double dribble
How you foot tall?! And rhymin just a little
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 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
'Cause I know this little nigga prove he ain't a sucker
But he fuckin with a bad motherfucker! It's Knuckles!

Bumpy 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 like a
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!

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

[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 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!

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 total control, total and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")