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Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more In the headphones for me Check it out [c'mon!] You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby Sendin this out to my niggas All them hardcore street corner, wilders Ha, ha, Freddie Foxxx baby That's right, Diamond D baby [Verse 1] Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. lyrical flows nice Like sunsets on the Rio Grande Grantin after sisters checkin out they can can My lyrical ability keeps them real niggas That listen to hip hop feelin me I keep it underground, sound's a buck China Even in Japan they know, I'm the ultimate Spit at me verse, like it's my last one Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass ones You see, I don't think no nigga's nicer than me I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas heated I dissect your verses like science class frogs I see your rap records is swine, like hogs Now cipher, that's like turnin down Janet for Michelle Pfeiffer See Freddie Foxxx aint wit that My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker The lethal weapon, I keep you high steppin It's not my fault that niggas listen to me And wanna rob shit, cuz I do my motherfuckin job kid If you a thug then you recognize what you see before you Eyes and ears said Freddie Foxxx is here I been waitin it, doin it, sayin it Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked slayin it And I aint seen nothing that could make me believe There's a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me HOOK 2X: Billy Danze You in a class of your own, Bumpy's in the zone Leave Bumpy alone! Bumpy get it on Bumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throne Now, Bumpy bring it home! [Verse 2] I wear Rolex watches and alligator shoes Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big news I had fifty miles on my brand new Benz in '89 When you wanted me to critique your rhyme It just was all right Niggas brought rappers to me, for approval Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal I punch you in your temple make you stagger like Yeltsin Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son Then I take off my belt son Show you what a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin is You fake niggas can't make it hard for real niggas cuz There's no defense for the truth so what the deal nigga No matter who tell it, real niggas always prevail Just like a fake nigga always fail Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy You comin just a lyrical lunatic I make it blacker than midnight at 12 O'Clock noon and shit I keep rollin like the black Navi with them Micky Thompsons Halogen lights, I keep my flow tight The new Bumpy shit is like the new Jordans when they come out Got emcees rappin wit they gun out Memorize lyrics and I spit 'em to the needy Send love to my nigga Tweety, and can you feel me HOOK [Verse 3] I treat 'em like real stick up kids is the dark alley What's Slick Rick, it's the ballies With played out New York niggas it's TiCali Runnin from the ill shit I do what record labels don't like, the real shit Money is energy, I'm hyped up Step on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped up I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs Takin everything you got to give The black Robin Hood I rock for niggas that can't afford rolies Ride around and in tagged up stolies I keep the truth like the Holy Qu'ran Here's a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man I make you niggas listen to some lyrical shit Some miracle shit, some empirical shit Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in your brain And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain Bumpy plays no games, it's all real here Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real near I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole Six shots all through your body like real soul James Brown or the Meters I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style eaters When Diamond D blessed me I had to come rugged Or unplug it, only true thugs can fuck shit HOOK

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