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(feat. Freddie Foxxx)
[Intro] Yo, now its time I want everybody to listen Come on Cause when I get on the mic and do my thing You need to listen Reach out and feel this Check it out [Verse 1] Rockin is a state of mind for niggaz who really do it Leavin suckaz behind and cant move through it You cut a throat to do better than niggaz doing better But you can't cut the neck of the second letter U MP knucks rappers get swung like trucks Niggaz swearing that he nice when he really suck And yo ruck why do rappers say they thugs and gangstas When they halloween dress up nigga panty hose Acting like he hard with them new edition candy girl flow Im funky like george sir knows I'm real like tax time you try to escape I clamp down on your real estate and your fake estate That means everything rented borrowed stolen And anything you might be holdin I Come like ?? it us Under pressure buss it Philly soul reaching Bumpy heart touching Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe Im bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast And be dead centre chest like the gold medallion That hangs around a neck on a old italian [Chorus] Scram kid your new to me you bother (that's right its bumpy knuckles) Cause I know you niggaz really aint thugs You trying to be hardcore but you really not I'll write your eulogy you bother me(that's right) It'll be no help from family or friends Nobody can really help you now [Verse 2] Here I am the real emcee Writing off sucka emcees like I'm dmc Little killers in the bm 3 Follow one be in the black 600 with the one true v I'm in V12 but wherever I dwell They bust for me in heaven they bust for me from hell Cause I'm still hot any rapper I fear not I give it to you raw like my pops was gil scott Mama was jill scott Humming melodies My head on her chest feeling the bass in her breast Time nor space exists for the man That knows the eternal Don't make me return you You can pull it out Wave it no doubt But before you bust it off Heres one to think about Come to bumpy get your heart tested If you pass you'll be passing out I'm blasting in and I'm blasting out [Chorus] Scram kid your new to me you bother me (that's right) Cause I know yall niggaz really aint thugs You trying to be hardcore but you're not (your not) I'll write your eulogy you bother me It'll be no help from family or friends Nobody can really help you now (come on) [Verse 3] I'm more convinced now than on a part on my life That I'm a die with rhyming kids and a rhyming wife I'm a body every nigga that ever did me trife That's word to great grand grandma indian and her carving knife I'm power in its finest hour ask queen latifah Whose the hardest rap gansgta that she'll ever speak ta You better check my record Matter fact check my album industry shook down Niggaz is shook down Its time for revolution Cause I see booty its wax prostitution 'Im the chairmen of busting niggaz with chairs Cracking niggaz heads open with heineken beers Most people see my shadow black and wide But cant see my heart black with pride Cause you got a devil inside Plotting for the spot where the late great biggie reside I be a father like big chuck Raising my son and keep the enemy close And bust their gun I step to a few niggaz and made em all one With a 16 shot beretta that I call fun Music must reflect the time time reflect the music The shorty come correct if you next to use it From lil bow wow to lil zane I told lista kane brother little daddy shane I always spit a nigga name And hope to god he answer then I get all in his body Like a nasty cancer I take honour and take pride in the mic and I fight for it Like it was a civil rights baby [Chorus x2] Scram kid your new to me you bother (bumpy knuckles) Cause I know yall niggaz really aint thugs You trying to be hardcore but you really not (not baby) I'll write your eulogy you bother me It'll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now Scram kid your new to me you bother Cause I know you niggaz really aint thugs You trying to be hardcore but you really not (your not) I'll write your eulogy you bother me It'll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now Lets go |
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(feat. The Last Emperor)
Bounce wit me y'all (LE) Bounce wit em y'all Now check it Who get it live when the party dies down Mysterious man showing up in your town Lyrics like lightning, vocals like thunder Neighborhood success or the overnight wonder Uh, precise on mics but nice with the toe-to-toe A roll big flow, shows out in Kosovo Between flows and chasing them hoes I make the crowd get down like its supposed to go Get down year round glad to see y'all came In the summertime banging at the b-ball came In the wintertime kickin rhymes up at my block With an L in one hand and a cup of hot chocolate A man for all seasons damn I'm raw even We set the bar high everybody start reaching, cause?. [chorus] Who said I couldn't get it down like this Some tried to get it but they got it like this Put you in a mix, get your body the twist Its the mystery man, that the fans cant resist Six sold M-K-T playin the corner Ice cold Colt 45, not Corona Get down see me on the prowl now I'm gonna Holla at this fine young girl named Sherona See, morons stalk, I walk right up on her And make her heart race like the Dodge Daytona Tired of the neighborhood guys "hey hold up" How's she get that good lovin feeling when I show up Down and ride wit me, don't forget me when you blow up How you gonna walk away from this, sis slow up The head games is over ma I'm for real Your ain't Oprah and I'm not Dr.Phil Despite your size and them serious thighs The long eyelashes and mysterious eyes It don't pay to stay away from mysterious guys That get the girls on the floor and keep the party alive, cause yo?.. [Chorus x2] Now if I wanted I could pump it in every club this week But I pass cause it only adds to my mystique If ya think that I'm weak then catch me out in the street It aint nothing to show me homie man we got this heat That nigga that got all y'all waitin To get off the wall and get the bar room shakin I came to but the party under a rest And if they like it in the hood, let it pump in the jets Mystery man, never take my mask off But when it comes to the raps I can act y'all Non-stop flow that might flood the dance hall Peace I'm out, be easy I get at y'all [DJ Jazzy Jeff scratchin] |
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(feat. J-Live)
Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from? Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from? Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from? Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from? Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from? Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from? [fading in] Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at This is autobiographical taking you back I live a charmed life We going back in the years Imagining if my whole world what Where you coming from Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at This is autobiographical taking you back I live a charmed life We going back in the years Imagine if my whole world I been around the sun twenty-five times And I still find new ways to recognize shine Its like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme books get better with each page What before the first bar was written A first verse was spittin Before label execs was bullshittin Way back when Aunty Leann Aunt Mimi and Aunt Jackie was babysitting Before food was bitten, consumed through a nipple I'm talking about when times were simple To make a long story short it goes Port-au-Prince Knoxville Anvan love and the city that never sleeps From thought to finish I was born just a couple of weeks late Stayed home longer just to make sure everything was on straight All systems go cut the umbilical cord From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf For what its worth my mum held me down one deep Pops was absentee but minds you don't sleep It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read By the time I went to school I was in high speed Ready willing and able jackie taught me how to add with Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table And coming home to a mothers love and good care Never wanted it was always enough But when it came to education its like she had one rule Theres no such thing as too much school Not to mention lean taught me how to play the piano and then Every summer I was out in south ben Grandpops a bartender at a country club Me and my cousins from grand rapid was living it up Me and granny watching ??? football golden blue She said you cant beat the team and them b's too Some say I got my sense of humour from her And I learned patience from making models in the basement Brookyn, new york to wherever you at This is autobiographical taking you back With no time for refrains I barely got enough time to explain How hip hop captivated my brain My mama raised me on soul and beethoven Sports clubs from private school put me up on soft rock That was cool but I left Z100 and WGLJ To find bliss with real s and kiss Video music rocks showed my what time it is Wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked Making pause mix demos with my main man mark Playing ball in the park, there was other heads too I was the herb of the crew, then I learned what to do Got my way from school started battling fools G nice my friendly rival at the lunch table He started spark at a dark with damian and I date I was down for a bit but that was just a DJ Starting spinning in the PJs with satcho and them Back and forth from the tables to the pad and the pen Then I had to do a bit upstate but wait I wasn't incarcerated but college educated As soon the albany I was a full time student part time emcee At the time raw shack was the place to be Living on judge clark Started building with gods 16 man squad By the time knowledge was 120 we was just 5 deep I went from mekka to albany a student and landed in medina as a teacher I had this rhyme reacher We recognised what whats happening I'm making records and I'm winning But that's another story and it's only the beginning Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at This is autobiographical taking you back Not my whole entire life but just a slice of the pie A few pieces of the who what when wheres and whys |
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