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lirik lagu bumpy knuckles baby – freddie foxxx

feel me, i bet you’ve never seen a n-gg- that get raw like me
gun in your face, put n-gg-s on the floor like me
who go to war like me? flip a wh-r- like me?
put the squeeze on rap compet-tors like me
get less and make more like me
hunt a n-gg- down like the predator like me
keep the macs in the drawer like me
how many n-gg-s really raw to the motherf-cking hardcore like me?
it’s bumpy knuckles baby, i got lyrical styles forever
my endevor is to smash you punk motherf-ckers
i do it to young n-gg-s, old n-gg-s, rock n-gg-s, soul n-gg-s
scared n-gg-s, bold n-gg-s, since ’89 i told n-gg-s
i’m still ripping with this timeless sh-t
while you n-gg-s spit that offbeat rhyming sh-t
my life is full of hard times and sh-t
so all i rhyme about is whooping n-gg-s -sses and crime and sh-t

who got the hardest mc style ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
who got celebrity status and it’s still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
and i blow a n-gg- chest out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)

i spit the murder one verse that’s for the thugs that be thuggin’
freddie foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
i get it everywhere that i go, thug loving
cause it’s fatter than star jones and rosie huggins
i’ve been lyrically inclined since i thought about a rhyme
plus i knew the only thing i couldn’t kill was time
so i started a long ten-year climb doing mine
while them fake n-gg-s stay in a rush to stay behind
bum bit, i spit the flames til the mic’s set afire
i’m a fighter not a crier, don’t care who you hire
kill your street team, burn your flyers
n-gg-s need jacoby & meyers for being liers, now feel me
calling major labels, tell ’em bumpy knuckles is in town
tell ’em don’t send no rappers out or i’m a bust ’em down
it’s the king of the underground sound, get ready for the industry shakedown
yo pete, break it down

yo get the f-ck up out my face, b, i’m an mc
not some fake–ss rapper kissing -ss at the gavin
asking how can he be down, i make impact
like the four-pound slug ripping through a n-gg- cap
i guarantee that, now here’s a fact
n-gg-s ain’t selling records, let alone a key of crack
you stare at me too long, b, your ice grill will melt down to water
and i check you like i check my daughter
now turn it up, it’s the pit amongst mutts, huh, i’m off the chain
off the pen or off the brain, i bring it to you n-gg-s
like i’m f-cking insane, huh, you heard it pop
now you snitching like colin fergueson at comstock
you ain’t a thug, b, i’m rougher than rugby
the real n-gg-s tolerate you, but the thugs love me
b-tches in every city want to hug me
a n-gg- would rather shoot his f-cking self before he ever slug me

- freddie foxxx

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