pete rock – mind frame lyrics
[freddie foxxx]
cl-ss is open.. come on in
all you wannabe-emcees sit down
it’s mister b-mpy baby..
aiiyo pete rock, here we go again baby
we gon’ do it ’til they learn the righty way
you ready to rock baby? feel this
when nature imparts the mannest part, human nature
to follow that nature it’s called a way
cultivating that way is called education
but for men to love itself it’s called masturbation
b-mpy talk about love they say it ain’t right
i told you n-gg-z what +i luv+ on +first family 4 life+
as i move around the world acquire new lights
new loves, new mics, new thugs, i’m still spittin’
i’m not content with my life (why?)
until i kill all my enemies, leave ’em bend with the knife
that’s what’s wrong with these n-gg-z, they scared to fight
so they think being a gangsta is bustin’ guns on the mic
in the streets you black, but at home you white
at least like you like to think so – n-gg-
step into my mind frame it don’t stop
and i still keep the four pound hot-hot-hot
n-gg-z hungry on my block b, we try’na eat
and it’s them fake -ss rap n-gg-z, we try’na see (belie’ that!)
i know deep down is bothering me
when a motherf-cker think that he smarter than me (who’s that?)
when he ain’t a better charter than me (come on!)
and i do it on, rap below, and you’ll never be harder than me
i’m try’na teach you stupid -ss n-gg-z how to rock
pete, rock!
[hook x2: freddie foxxx]
knock-knock-knock, come on in
this is my house, reign again
real n-gg- sh-t, i bring the pain again
it’s some suckaz in the game we in
[scratched by pete rock] (“b-mpy knucks”)
[verse two: freddie foxxx]
you can’t do it like the can’t be (can’t be), follow what’s in me
peace to the old time gangstas who sent me
the energy to keep it moving, be one of the best
and stick out my chest, like a true warrior
i caught this n-gg- selling bootlegs
he thought i didn’t have a kind, while he was wrong, i shoot legs
to see what’s white and i was black
he had a pen and a chequebook, i had 10 in my mack
if half these rappers did that,
they probably stopped selling for a pad on the back
and a plastique plaque, that sh-t is mad wack
so here i come, back with another one, b-mpy outspoken
while you n-gg-z out joking and playing a game
i want a twelve inch piece of wax, ignite the flame
the penalty of succes is being bought by people who used to diss you
money short, they won’t hit you
stuck in beef they won’t git you
for they f-ck you won’t kiss you
when you dead, six feet in the ground, they probably forget you
to kick control is to take control
they can never have the mind, the body, the soul
of a true emcee, e-m-c-e-e, f-r-e-d-d, f-o-triple x
disrespect, you be crippled next
yo pete rock, how many times we gotta tell ’em son?
[hook x2: freddie foxxx]
knock-knock-knock, come on in
this is my house, reign again
real n-gg- sh-t, i bring the pain again
it’s some suckaz in the game we in
[scratched by pete rock] (“b-mpy knucks”)
[verse three: freddie foxxx]
i know you people think i’m angry, but i’m not
underground, but i’m hot
all i got is the truth, and i give you what i got
some n-gg-z is true, old and tired, or young and stupid
hung a n-gg- with no patience, i shoot quicker than ?quepitt?
so put it in ya deck and dupe it, p-ss it on
to see who b-mpy blast it on, remember me, and the wild sh-t i did
when i bodied men and raised it kids, now they grown and it’s on
if i’m this kinda n-gg- when i’m livin’, imagine the kinda angel i’d be
and all the foul n-gg-z i’d see, great men can’t be ruled
my spirit is free, and i rip a whole in every f-cking track, getting to me
pay attention, you n-gg-z is clausing mainstream
fishing through a wack song looking for a hot verse
a hot word, or a hot phrase, you’ record companies’ livin’ proof, crime pays
take you out nine ways and save ten,
for your no-lyric -ss, when you want to do it again
and as long you keep it on wax i stay your friend
but if you ever take it to the streets you never rhyme again
i’ma the tester of the hard sh-t, not many p-ss
matter of fact, not many motherf-ckers come to cl-ss
’cause they know i’ll be all up in they -ss, like last night’s dinner
and b-mpy knucks is the winner, yeah
[hook x2: freddie foxxx]
knock-knock-knock, come on in
this is my house, reign again
real n-gg- sh-t, i bring the pain again
it’s some suckaz in the game we in
[scratched by pete rock] (“b-mpy knucks”)
[pete rock scratches]
[freddie foxxx] “lyrical style like b-mpy knucks”
“b-mpy knucks, b-mpy knucks” [’til fade]
[ff] cl-ss is over, get the f-ck out.
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