Mind Frame

[Intro: Freddie Foxxx]

Class is open... come on in

All you wannabe-emcees, sit down

To Mister Bumpy, baby...

Aiyyo, Pete Rock, we go again, baby

We gon' do it 'til they learn the right way

You ready to rock, baby? Feel this

[Verse 1: Freddie Foxxx]

What nature imparts to man is called human nature

To follow that nature, it's called a way

Cultivating that way is called education

But for man to love himself is called masturbation

Bumpy talk about love, they say it ain't right

I told you niggas what "I Luv" on First Family 4 Life

As I move around the world, acquire new likes, new loves

New mics, new dubs

I'm still spittin', I'm not content with my life (Why?)

Until I kill all my enemies, leave 'em bent with the knife

That's what's wrong with these niggas, 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 you'd like to think so... nigga

Step into my mind frame, it don't stop

And I still keep the four pound hot-hot-hot

Niggas hungry on my block, B, we tryna eat

And it's them fake-ass rap niggas, we tryna see (Belie'e that!)

I know, deep down, it's bothering me

When a motherfucker 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 alone, and you'll never be HARDER than me

I'm tryna teach you stupid-ass niggas how to rock

Pete Rock!

[Hook: Freddie Foxxx (Pete Rock)]

Knock-knock-knock, come on in

This is my house, reign again

Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again

It's some suckas in the game we in ("Bumpy Knucks")

Knock-knock-knock, come on in

This is my house, reign again

Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again

It's some suckas in the game we in ("Bumpy Knucks")

[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx]

You can't do it like the kid, B, 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 nigga selling bootlegs

He thought I didn't have a kind heart, he was wrong, I shoot legs

'Cause he was White and I was Black

He had a pen and a checkbook, I had 10 in my MAC

If half these rappers did that

They'd probably stop settling for a pat on the back

And a plastic plaque – that shit is mad wack

So here I come, back with another one

Bumpy outspoken

While you niggas out joking, and playing a game

I want a 12" piece of wax, ignite the flame

The penalty of success is being bored by people who used to diss you

Money short, they won't hit you

Stuck in beef, they won't get you

Before they fuck, they won't kiss you

When you dead and six feet in the ground, they'll probably forget you

To get 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'll be crippled next

Yo, Pete Rock, how many times we gotta tell 'em, son?

[Hook: Freddie Foxxx, (Pete Rock)]

Knock-knock-knock, come on in

This is my house, reign again

Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again

It's some suckas in the game we in ("Bumpy Knucks")

Knock-knock-knock, come on in

This is my house, reign again

Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again

It's some suckas in the game we in ("Bumpy Knucks")

[Verse 3: 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 niggas is too old and tired, or young and stupid

I'm a nigga with no patience, I shoot quicker than Cupid

So put it in ya deck and dupe it, pass it on

To see who Bumpy blast it on

Remember me and the wild shit I did

When I bodied him and raised his kids

Now they're grown and it's on

If I'm this kinda nigga when I'm livin'

Imagine the kinda angel I'd be, and all the foul niggas I'd see

Great men can't be ruled, my spirit is free

And I rip a hole in every fucking track given to me

(Pay attention) You niggas is closet mainstream

Fishing through a wack song, looking for a hot verse

A hot word, or a hot phrase

Your record company's livin' proof, nigga – crime pays

Take you out nine ways, and save ten

For your no-lyric ass, 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'll never rhyme again

I'm the tester of the hard chin, not many pass

Matter of fact, not many motherfuckers come to class

'Cause they know I'll be all up in they ass – like last night's dinner

And Bumpy Knucks is the winner, yeah

[Hook: Freddie Foxxx (Pete Rock)]

Knock-knock-knock, come on in

This is my house, reign again

Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again

It's some suckas in the game we in ("Bumpy Knucks")

Knock-knock-knock, come on in

This is my house, reign again

Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again

It's some suckas in the game we in ("Bumpy Knucks")

[Outro: Freddie Foxxx]

It's my house... nah'mean?

And don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about

Got a problem wit' it?

When you see me, bring your game, baby

We'll talk about it, and we'll fight about it

Maybe wanna make a record and I got the light about it

Either way... I'm outspoken

They ready to go?

Class over, get the fuck out!

[Instrumental bridge]