Mind Frame (feat. Freddie Foxxx)

Class is open, come on in

All you wannabe-emcees sit down

It's Mister Bumpy, baby

A-yo Pete Rock, here we go again, baby

We gon' do it till they learn the right way

You ready to rock baby? Feel this

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 **** what I love 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 ****, 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 like to think so, ****

Step into my mind frame, it don't stop

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

**** hungry on my block, B, we try'na eat

And it's them fake ass rap ****, we try'na see (Belie' 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 try'na teach you stupid ass **** how to rock

Pete, Rock!

Knock-knock-knock, come on in

This is my house, reign again (My house, baby, it's rain)

Real **** shit, I bring the pain again (For real ****)

It's some suckaz in the game we in (It's some suckaz in the game, yeah)

Bumpy Knucks

Knock-knock-knock, come on in (Come on)

This is my house, reign again (Where's the bumpy broads at? Here)

Real **** shit, I bring the pain again (I bring ya pain)

It's some suckaz in the game we in (Huh)

Bumpy Knucks

They can't do it like the kid B, follow what's in me (Kid B, huh-huh)

Peace to the old time gangstas who send me

The energy to keep it moving, be one of the best

And stick out my chest, like a true warrior

I caught this **** selling bootlegs (Yeah)

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 ten in my Mack (Come on)

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 (It's wack)

So here I come, back with another one, Bumpy outspoken (Huh)

While you **** out joking and playing a game

I'm on a twelve inch piece of wax, ignitin' 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

'Fore they fuck you, won't kiss you

When you're dead, six feet in the ground, they 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? (Come on)

Knock-knock-knock, come on in (Yeah)

This is my house, reign again (My house baby, that's right)

Real **** shit, I bring the pain again

It's some suckaz in the game we in (There's some suckaz in the game)

Bumpy Knucks (They know it)

Knock-knock-knock, come on in (Huh-huh)

This is my house, reign again (It's my house, huh, yeah)

Real **** shit, I bring the pain again

It's some suckaz in the game we in

Bumpy Knucks

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 **** are too old and tired, or young and stupid

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

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

To see who Bumpy blastin' 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 **** when I'm livin', imagine the kinda angel I'd be

And all the foul **** 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 **** 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, ****, 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 as 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 that ass, like last night's dinner

And Bumpy Knucks is the winner, yeah

Knock-knock-knock, come on in

This is my house, reign again (My house baby, I got it)

Real **** shit, I bring the pain again

It's some suckaz in the game we in (Some suckaz in the game)

Bumpy Knucks (Huh-huh)

Knock-knock-knock, come on in (Yeah)

This is my house, reign again (It's my house, come on)

Real **** shit, I bring the pain again

It's some suckaz in the game we in (There's some suckaz in the game)

Bumpy Knucks (Yeah)

Lyrical style like Bumpy Knucks

It's my house

Bumpy Knucks, Bumpy Knucks

Ya know what I mean?

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

Got a problem with it?

When you see me, bring your game, baby

We'll talk about it

We'll fight about it

Maybe you wanna make a record and I got to write about it, huh

Either way

I'm outspoken

Ya ready to go?

Class over, get the fuck out