Feel me, I bet youve never seen a nigga that get raw like me
Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor like me
Who go to war like me? flip a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors like me
Get less and make more like me
Hunt a nigga down like the predator like me
Keep the macs in the drawer like me
How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
Its bumpy knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to smash you punk motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul niggas
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since 89 I told niggas
Im still ripping with this timeless shit
While you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming shit
My life is full of hard times and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and shit

Who got the hardest mc style ever created?
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Who got celebrity status and its still underrated?
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Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated
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I spit the murder one verse thats 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 its fatter than star jones and rosie huggins
Ive been lyrically inclined since I thought about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I couldnt kill was time
So I started a long ten-year climb doing mine
While them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind
Bum bit, I spit the flames til the mics set afire
Im a fighter not a crier, dont care who you hire
Kill your street team, burn your flyers
Niggas need jacoby & meyers for being liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, tell em bumpy knuckles is in town
Tell em dont send no rappers out or Im a bust em down
Its the king of the underground sound, get ready for the industry shakedown
Yo pete, break it down

Who got the hardest mc style ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and its 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 nigga chest out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)

Yo get the fuck up out my face, b, Im an mc
Not some fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the gavin
Asking how can he be down, I make impact
Like the four-pound slug ripping through a nigga cap
I guarantee that, now heres a fact
Niggas aint 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, its the pit amongst mutts, huh, Im off the chain
Off the pen or off the brain, I bring it to you niggas
Like Im fucking insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching like colin fergueson at comstock
You aint a thug, b, Im rougher than rugby
The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in every city want to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me

Who got the hardest mc style ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and its 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 nigga chest out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)

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