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[intro: bumpy knuckles] (dj premier scratchin)
premo!!! haaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!
(t-t-take total control, total body and soul-“erick sermon”)
come on! ha! (take total control, total body and soul-“erick sermon”)

[verse one: bumpy knuckles]
somebody better call security it’s about to be on
i’m in the streets midnight, ’bout to buss ’til dawn
n-ggas are dead wrong, if they think i soften my song
you wanna die! ha! i can help your coffin be on!
i’m the reason that some rap n-ggas, may spit a name
i’m the reason that some n-ggas, still in the game
i’m the reason that rock died, some proclaimed
rich underground street n-gga, bump became
they wonderin, how the h-ll he just won’t stop
and, they wonderin, how this n-gga stay so hot
well it’s a combination of five things, i live by
i don’t speak to none of these b-tch -ss n-ggas just give hi
always aim for the sky, unless i’m aimin at an a&r
from the majors then i aim for the eye
and you’ll never see me cry
these emotional -ss industry rap motherf-ckers! n-ggas is p-ss double y
and i always spit fly, and never be afraid (‘fraid!)
’cause bumpy ain’t leavin (leavin) ’til bumpy get paid
you n-ggas is like little aids, infectin the sound
that the real n-ggas started, so we keep it underground yeah!

[chorus: bumpy knuckles]
(the lah lah lah!!!) got me clouded brains in motion
(the lah lah lah!!!) got me ‘causin mad commotion
(the lah lah lah!!!) hit me like a locomotion
(the lah lah lah!!!) smokin! smokin! smokin!
(the lah lah lah!!!) got me clouded brains in motion
(the lah lah lah!!!) got me ‘causin mad commotion
(the lah lah lah!!!) hit me like a locomotion
(the lah lah lah!!!) smokin! smokin! smokin!

[verse two: bumpy knuckles]
n-ggas know i don’t play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound
from the sky to the ground, i’ll gun yo’ -ss down
like i’m h. rap brown, i got a little game for the kiddies
and i call it, ate that clown
it’s bumpy knucks, hotter than grits on al green
gonna make allen iverson stick to his team
that’s always your dream, so live your other life
don’t go broke tryin to flow b you ain’t that nice
what’s with these basketball n-ggas, i’m screamin double dribble
how you nine foot tall?! and rhymin just a little
i police the underground and i’m thug appointed
got a problem with that speak, get your mug annointed
by reverend glock, n-ggas got the game all twisted
it’s alot of n-ggas i’m a bring it to and it’s listed
i hope you try to stand up and show me you live
that makes my d-ck hard! and it gets all sweaty inside
’cause i know this little n-gga wanna prove he ain’t a sucker
but he f-ckin with a bad motherf-cker! it’s bumpy knuckles!

[chorus: bumpy knuckles]
(the lah lah lah!!!) got me clouded brains in motion
(the lah lah lah!!!) got me ‘causin mad commotion
(the lah lah lah!!!) hit me like a locomotion
(the lah lah lah!!!) smokin! smokin! smokin!
(the lah lah lah!!!) got me clouded brains in motion
(the lah lah lah!!!) got me ‘causin mad commotion
(the lah lah lah!!!) hit me like a locomotion
(the lah lah lah!!!) smokin! smokin! smokin!

[verse three: bumpy knuckles]
the magazines (yeah!) i like to meet my reviewer
take his -ss to the sewer, and show him what it’s like
tryin to come up on this mic, how to struggle how to fight
it’s like tryin to find a -ss on a chinese woman
in the dark black night, i got the double take it
’cause if i was into cigarette smokin skinny white woman they ain’t playin my record
i was hot before 97 way before that
now i come back, and n-ggas still b-tchin
you can’t even sn-tch a chain no more, n-ggas snitchin
alot of n-ggas is just pots in the kitchen like congressman rangel
!huh!) mr. bojangle with f-cked up ankles
the black star suffer while the white star spangle
banner and we don’t play on mtv
the f-ckin record companies own all the mp3’s, and the bootleg factory
i got n-ggas sayin bumpy too black for me
it’s the truth n-gga! i see! but you blinded by glitter
and you got a little cheddar which made your p-ssy game better
well you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin
when all a n-gga want is a car and a hurt me diamond
he’ll do anything for anybody
and suck a d-ck like a mc lewinsky
i’m the n-gga that you’ll can’t see (yeah!) don’t ever get it f-cked up!
all you sucker -ss n-ggas will get bump knucked up! come on!

[chorus: bumpy knuckles]
(the lah lah lah!!!) got me clouded brains in motion
(the lah lah lah!!!) got me ‘causin mad commotion
(the lah lah lah!!!) hit me like a locomotion
(the lah lah lah!!!) smokin! smokin! smokin!
(the lah lah lah!!!) got me clouded brains in motion
(the lah lah lah!!!) got me ‘causin mad commotion
(the lah lah lah!!!) hit me like a locomotion
(the lah lah lah!!!) smokin! smokin! smokin!
[outro: bumpy knuckles] (dj premier scratchin)
haaaaaaaa!!!! (take-take-t-t-t-take total control, total body and soul…the lah lah-“erick sermon”)
yeah! (t-t-take-t-total-c-control-t-t-total-c-control-t-t-take your body-“erick sermon”)
come 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, total body and soul…the lah lah-“erick sermon”)



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