[scratches by DJ Premier]   "It's time for this real nigga shit.."   "Bumpy Knucks.."   "Ha, hah-hah"   "Niggaz 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.."   "Niggas can't see I.."   "It's time for this real nigga shit.."      [Freddie Foxxx]   When I was small I made pause tapes for "Super Sperm"   Rappin in high school, drinkin forties, smokin sherm   Listen to Cold Crush and Grandmaster Caz spittin   Gettin somethin in that niggaz ain't now gettin; feel me   Remember everybody wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine"   Real niggaz 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 ass niggaz   When I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounge   cause niggaz know that Bumpy Knucks'll tear this mutha down   Cause the rawest most illest shit, make up my sound   That's why I stay gettin money, like them niggaz uptown   I'm in your face - nigga whassup now   Fuck all that peacemakin bullshit   I heard you spit you like to pull shit   That's all bullshit, you keep your nine on some full shit   You say you bust it, that's BULLSHIT!   You know the illest MC that ever did it   The rawest nigga 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 niggaz 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 fuck the Klan   I ain't blinded by your jewels 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, nigga turnin these fake hard niggaz to grasshoppers   cause f'real here comes the realest, when I cock the manstoppers   I remember talkin to Big Poppa; he said "Foxxx, you the illest,"    (uhh) I make the realest nigga feel it   Got a little mob of niggaz I send to rob niggaz   Take all that fly jewelry, 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 shit to quote   I'ma always be a nigga, 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 bitch and get away, like my name was Captain Kirk   Motherfuckers wanna hear it raw, Bumpy make it hurt   Step on stage, rip the whole shit down and merc'      Chorus      [Freddie Foxxx]   What fucked 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 ass A&R that never filled a milk crate   with breakbeats, I keep it raw nigga 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 niggaz to they face, I thought you wasn't nice   Kick my ass? Nah, not likely; out mic me?    Not likely, stay on the sidelines like Spike Lee   Niggas know Bumpy like to flow all out   Microphone, gun in hands nigga, go all out   No exceptions to females I ride 'em giddyup   How bad I wanna fuck 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.."   "Niggaz 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 nigga shit.."