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 aint 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 aint 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 what stick up kids is to dark alleys  What's Slick Rick is to Bally's  What played out NY niggas is to Cali  Runnin from the I'll 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]