[Intro: Freddie Foxxx, Erick Sermon sample]
Preemo! Haaaaah!
Yeah! "Take total control, of your body and soul"
Come on! "Take total control, of your body and soul"
[Verse 1]
Somebody better call security, it's 'bout to be on
I'm in the streets, midnight, 'bout to bust 'til dawn
Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I'll soften my song
You wanna die? Hah, I can help your coffin be on
I'm the reason that some rap niggas–may spit a name
I'm the reason that some niggas–still in the game (Tell 'em)
I'm the reason that rock died, some proclaim
Rich underground street nigga, Bumpy came
They're wonderin' – how the hell he just won't stop
And they wonderin' – how this nigga stays so hot
Well, it's a combination of five things I live by:
- I don't speak to none of these bitch-ass niggas, just give eye
- Always aim for the sky
Unless I'm aiming at an A&R from the majors, then I aim for the eye
- And you never seen me cry
These emotional-ass industry rap motherfuckers – niggas is PUS-double-Y
- And I always spit fly
- And never be afraid
'Cause Bumpy ain't leaving, 'til Bumpy get paid
You niggas is like little AIDS
Infecting the sound that the real niggas started
So we keep it underground, yeah! (C'mon!)
[Chorus]
The lah-lah-lah – got me clouded, brains in motion
The lah-lah-lah – got me causing mad commotion (Ha ha!)
The lah-lah-lah – hit me like a locomotion (Feel me!)
The lah-lah-lah – smokin', smokin', smokin'
The lah-lah-lah – got me clouded, brains in motion
The lah-lah-lah – got me causing mad commotion (Yeah!)
The lah-lah-lah – hit me like a locomotion
The lah-lah-lah – smokin', smokin', smokin'
[Verse 2]
Niggas know I ain't play around when it comes to the rhyme, to the sound
From the sky, to the ground, I'll gun your ass down
Like I'm H. Rap Brown
I got a little game for the kiddies, and I call it "Ain't That Clown!"
It's Bumpy Knucks, hotter than grits on Al Green
Gonna make Allen Iverson stick with his team
Basketball was your dream, so live your other life
Don't go broke tryna flow, b – you ain't that nice
What's with these basketball niggas? I'm screamin' double-dribble
How you 9 foot tall, and rhyming just a little?!
I police the underground, and I'm thug-appointed
Got a problem with that? Speak, get your mug anointed
By Reverend Glock, niggas got the game all twisted
It's a lot of niggas I'ma bring it to and it's listed
I hope you try to stand up and show me you live
That makes my dick hard, and I get all sweaty inside
'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker
But he fuckin' with a bad motherfucker – it's Bumpy Knucks!
[Chorus]
The lah-lah-lah – got me clouded, brains in motion (Yeah!)
The lah-lah-lah – got me causing 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
It's the lah-lah-lah – got me causing mad commotion (C'mon!)
The lah-lah-lah – hit me like a locomotion
The lah-lah-lah – smokin', smokin', smokin' (Tell 'em! Ha)
[Verse 3]
The magazines — I'd like to meet my reviewer
Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like
Tryna come up on this mic
How to struggle, how to fight
It's like tryna find an ass on a Chinese woman
In the dark, black night, I got the double TEC in
'Cause if I was into cigarette smoke and skinny white women
They'd play my record
I been Hot since '97 – way before that
Now I come back, and niggas still bitchin'
You can't even snatch a chain no more, niggas snitchin'
A lot of niggas is just pots in the kitchen, like Congressman Rangle
Mister Bojangle, with fucked up angles
The Black stars suffer while the white star's spangled
Banner, and we don't play on MTV
The fuckin' record companies own all the MP3 and the bootleg factory
I got niggas saying, "Bumpy too Black for me!"
It's the truth, nigga, I see, but you blinded by glitter
And you got a little cheddar which made your pussy game better
Well, you need mic nice lessons, nursery rhymin'
When all a nigga want is a car and a "hurt me" diamond
He'll do anything for anybody
And suck a dick, like he MC Lewinsky
I'm the nigga that you can't see, don't ever get it fucked up
All you sucka ass niggas will get Bump Knuck'ed up
[Chorus]
The lah-lah-lah – got me clouded, brains in motion, haha
It's the lah-lah-lah – got me causing mad commotion (C'mon)
The lah-lah-lah – hit me like a locomotion (It's Bump!)
The lah-lah-lah – smokin', smokin', smokin'
The lah-lah-lah – got me clouded, brains in motion (Feel me!)
The lah-lah-lah – got me causing mad commotion (Yeah!)
The lah-lah-lah – hit me like a locomotion (C'mon!)
The lah-lah-lah – smokin', smokin', smokin'
Haaaa!
[Outro: Freddie Foxxx, Erick Sermon sample, (Gang Starr sample)]
"Take total control, of your body and soul" Yeah!
("The lah-lah... the lah-lah...")
"Take total control, of your body and soul" C'mon! Ha
("The lah-lah... the lah-lah...")
"Take total control, of your body and soul" I dare you!
("The lah-lah... the lah-lah...")
"Take total control, of your body and soul"
("The lah-lah... the lah-lah...")
