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

[Verse One: Knuckles]
better call 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 your coffin be on!
I'm the reason that some rap niggas, may a name
I'm the reason that niggas, still in the game
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 nigga stay so hot
Well a combination of five things, I live by
I don't speak to none of these bitch ass niggas just hi
aim for the sky, unless I'm aimin at an A&R
From the majors I aim for the eye
And never see me cry
These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! Niggas is double y
And I always fly, and never be afraid ('Fraid!)
Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get paid
You is like little aids, infectin the sound
That the real niggas started, so we it underground yeah!

Bumpy Knuckles]
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded 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!
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded 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!

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

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 a locomotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!
(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!

[Verse Bumpy Knuckles]
The (Yeah!) I like to meet my reviewer
Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what 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 black night, I got the double it
'Cause if I was into smokin skinny white woman they ain't playin my record
I was Hot 97 way before that
Now I back, and niggas still bitchin
You can't even snatch a chain no more, snitchin
Alot of niggas is just pots in the kitchen like Congressman
! HUH!) Mr. Bojangle fucked up ankles
The black star suffer the white star spangle
Banner and we play on MTV
The fuckin record companies own all the mp3's, and the bootleg
I got niggas sayin too black for me
the truth nigga! I see! But you blinded by glitter
And you got a cheddar which made your pussy game better
you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin
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 that can't see (Yeah!) Don't ever get it fucked up!
All you sucker ass niggas will get Knucked up! Come 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 a locomotion
(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!
(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!

[Outro: Knuckles] (DJ Premier Scratchin)
HAAAAAAAA! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total 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, body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")