Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more   In the headphones for me   Check it out [c'mon!]   You ready, it's bumpy knuckles baby   Sendin this out to my niggas   All them hardcore street corner, wilders   Ha, ha, freddie foxxx baby   That's right, diamond d baby      [verse 1]   Whoever thought that I'd be mr. lyrical flows nice   Like sunsets on the rio grande   Grantin after sisters checkin out they can can   My lyrical ability keeps them real niggas   That listen to hip hop feelin me   I keep it underground, sound's a buck china   Even in japan they know, I'm the ultimate   Spit at me verse, like it's my last one   Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass ones   You see, I don't think no nigga's nicer than me   I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas heated   I dissect your verses like science class frogs   I see your rap records is swine, like hogs   Now cipher, that's like turnin down janet for michelle pfeiffer   See freddie foxxx ain't wit that   My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker   The lethal weapon, I keep you high steppin   It's not my fault that niggas listen to me   And wanna rob shit, 'cause I do my motherfuckin job kid   If you a thug then you recognize what you see before you   Eyes and ears said freddie foxxx is here   I been waitin it, doin it, sayin it   Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked slayin it   And I ain't seen nothing that could make me believe   There's a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me      Hook 2x: billy danze   You in a class of your own, bumpy's in the zone   Leave bumpy alone! bumpy get it on   Bumpy spit chrome, bumpy hold a throne   Now, bumpy bring it home!      [verse 2]   I wear rolex watches and alligator shoes   Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big news   I had fifty miles on my brand new benz in '89   When you wanted me to critique your rhyme   It just was all right   Niggas brought rappers to me, for approval   Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal   I punch you in your temple make you stagger like yeltsin   Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son   Then I take off my belt son   Show you what a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin is   You fake niggas can't make it hard for real niggas 'cause   There's no defense for the truth so what the deal nigga   No matter who tell it, real niggas always prevail   Just like a fake nigga always fail   Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef   Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy   You comin just a lyrical lunatic   I make it blacker than midnight at 12 o'clock noon and shit   I keep rollin like the black navi with them micky thompsons   Halogen lights, I keep my flow tight   The new bumpy shit is like the new jordans when they come out   Got emcees rappin wit they gun out   Memorize lyrics and I spit 'em to the needy   Send love to my nigga tweety, and can you feel me      Hook      [verse 3]   I treat 'em like real stick up kids is the dark alley   What's slick rick, it's the ballies   With played out new york niggas it's ticali   Runnin from the ill shit   I do what record labels don't like, the real shit   Money is energy, I'm hyped up   Step on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped up   I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs   Takin everything you got to give   The black robin hood I rock for niggas that can't afford rolies   Ride around and in tagged up stolies   I keep the truth like the holy qu'ran   Here's a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man   I make you niggas listen to some lyrical shit   Some miracle shit, some empirical shit   Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in your brain   And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain   Bumpy plays no games, it's all real here   Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real near   I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole   Six shots all through your body like real soul   James brown or the meters   I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style eaters   When diamond d blessed me I had to come rugged   Or unplug it, only true thugs can fuck shit      Hook