[scratches by dj premier]
"it's time for this real n***a sh**.."
"bumpy knucks.."
"ha, hah-hah"
"n***az can't see i.."
"fr-fre-fre, freddie foxxx with the twin millis" -> o.c.
"ha, hah-hah"
"bu-bu, buh-bu, bu, bumpy knucks.."
"n***as can't see i.."
"it's time for this real n***a sh**.."
[freddie foxxx]
When i was small i made pause tapes for "super s**m"
Rappin in high school, drinkin forties, smokin sherm
Listen to cold crush and grandmaster caz spittin
Gettin somethin in that n***az ain't now gettin; feel me
Remember everybody wanted to be "peace, god, divine"
Real n***az kept they attributes, right through '99
Peace to the god taheem, watching over me
White chariots and horses, get me over rough courses
While i silence those voices that doubted my ability
To rip, through these young a** n***az
When i walk into the lyricist lounge, lyricists lounge
Cause n***az know that bumpy knucks'll tear this mutha down
Cause the rawest most illest sh**, make up my sound
That's why i stay gettin money, like them n***az uptown
I'm in your face - n***a wha**up now
f** all that peacemakin bullsh**
I heard you spit you like to pull sh**
That's all bullsh**, you keep your nine on some full sh**
You say you bust it, that's bullsh**!
You know the illest mc that ever did it
The rawest n***a that ever chewed up rhymes and spit it
In the new millenium cities, watch what i do
I'm bout to save hip-hop like ghost did the wu
Chorus: freddie foxxx (repeat 2x)
For the dj's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the makers
What's stronger than hip-hop n***az they can't take us
If we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers
[freddie foxxx]
I'm proud to be a black man in my existence, so f** the klan
I ain't blinded by your j**els and your million dollar checks
I'm always ready for whatever's next
My road in life ain't easy cause i'm complex
You know the real, n***a turnin these fake hard n***az to gra**hoppers
Cause f'real here comes the realest, when i co*k the manstoppers
I remember talkin to big poppa; he said "foxxx, you the illest,"
(uhh) i make the realest n***a feel it
Got a little mob of n***az i send to rob n***az
Take all that fly j**elry, and give it to my moms
I keep the industry up in arms like zack la roche
Cause they hate to see me comin, with this too black approach
Through the hardest time in hip-hop, i stayed afloat
So let me give the media some fly sh** to quote
I'ma always be a n***a, lookin through your eyes
So nothin that you do to me should come as no surprise
I continue bein raw dog, puttin in work
I drown a b**h and get away, like my name was captain kirk
Motherf**ers wanna hear it raw, bumpy make it hurt
Step on stage, rip the whole sh** down and merc'
Chorus
[freddie foxxx]
What f**ed you up is that i'm so nice and don't rehearse
On any record i'm the king of the third verse
It's +strictly business+, if it's +personal+ i let you know
I hold your heart until the lord tell me let you go
Don't need advice from no corny a** a&r that never filled a milk crate
With breakbeats, i keep it raw n***a straight street
To my comrades in l.a, l.a., l.a.
I still got the bulletproof - pelle, pelle, pelle
Keep the music underground as i reiterate twice
Tell n***az to they face, i thought you wasn't nice
Kick my a**? nah, not likely; out mic me?
Not likely, stay on the sidelines like spike lee
n***as know bumpy like to flow all out
Microphone, gun in hands n***a, go all out
No exceptions to females i ride 'em giddyup
How bad i wanna f** brat, since she pushed them titties up
It's the underground sound that designs the street
Freddie foxxx designed the rhyme, premier designed the beat
Chorus
[scratches by dj premier]
"bumpy knucks.."
"n***az can't see i.."
"fr-fre-fre, freddie foxxx with the twin millis" -> o.c.
"bu-bu, buh-bu, bu, bumpy knucks.."
"it's time for this real n***a sh**.."