Pete Rock - Mind Frame (feat. Freddie Foxxx) Lyrics
f/ Freddie Foxxx[ Freddie Foxxx ]Class is open.. come on inAll you wannabe-emcees sit downIt's Mister Bumpy baby..Aiiyo Pete Rock, here we go again babyWe gon' do it 'til they learn the righty wayYou ready to rock baby? Feel thisWhen nature imparts the mannest part, human natureTo follow that nature it's called a wayCultivating that way is called educationBut for men to love itself it's called masturbationBumpy talk about love they say it ain't rightI told you niggaz what +I Luv+ on +First Family 4 Life+As I move around the world acquire new lightsNew loves, new mics, new thugs, I'm still spittin'I'm not content with my life (Why?)Until I kill all my enemies, leave 'em bend with the knifeThat's what's wrong with these niggaz, they scared to fightSo they think being a gangsta is bustin' guns on the micIn the streets you black, but at home you whiteAt least like you like to think so - niggaStep into my mind frame it don't stopAnd I still keep the four pound hot-hot-hotNiggaz hungry on my block B, we try'na eatAnd it's them fake ass rap niggaz, we try'na see (Belie' that!)I know deep down is bothering meWhen a mother*****er 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 below, and you'll never be HARDER than meI'm try'na teach you stupid ass niggaz how to rockPete, Rock![ Hook: Freddie Foxxx ] [ 2x ]Knock-knock-knock, come on inThis is my house, reign againReal nigga shit, I bring the pain againIt's some suckaz in the game we in("Bumpy Knucks") -> scratched by Pete Rock[ Verse Two: Freddie Foxxx ]You can't do it like the can't be (can't be), follow what's in mePeace to the old time gangstas who sent meThe energy to keep it moving, be one of the bestand stick out my chest, like a true warriorI caught this nigga selling bootlegsHe thought I didn't have a kind, while he was wrong, I shoot legsTo see what's white and I was blackHe had a pen and a chequebook, I had 10 in my MackIf half these rappers did that,they probably stopped selling for a pad on the backand a plastique plaque, that shit is mad wackSo here I come, back with another one, Bumpy outspokenWhile you niggaz out joking and playing a gameI want a twelve inch piece of wax, ignite the flameThe penalty of succes is being bought by people who used to diss youMoney short, they won't hit youStuck in beef they won't git youFor they ***** you won't kiss youWhen you dead, six feet in the ground, they probably forget youTo kick control is to take controlThey can never have the mind, the body, the soulof a true emcee, E-M-C-E-E, F-R-E-D-D, F-O-triple XDisrespect, you be crippled nextYo Pete Rock, how many times we gotta tell 'em son?[ Hook: Freddie Foxxx ] [ 2x ]Knock-knock-knock, come on inThis is my house, reign againReal nigga shit, I bring the pain againIt's some suckaz in the game we in("Bumpy Knucks") -> scratched by Pete Rock[ Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx ]I know you people think I'm angry, but I'm notUnderground, but I'm hotAll I got is the truth, and I give you what I gotSome niggaz is true, old and tired, or young and stupidHung a nigga with no patience, I shoot quicker than ?Quepitt?So put it in ya deck and dupe it, pass it onTo see who Bumpy blast it on, remember me, and the wild shit I didWhen I bodied men and raised it kids, now they grown and it's onIf I'm this kinda nigga when I'm livin', imagine the kinda angel I'd beAnd all the foul niggaz I'd see, great men can't be ruledMy spirit is free, and I rip a whole in every *****ing track, getting to mePay attention, you niggaz is clausing mainstreamFishing through a wack song looking for a hot verseA hot word, or a hot phrase, you' record companies' livin' proof, crime paysTake you out nine ways and save ten,for your no-lyric ass, when you want to do it againAnd as long you keep it on wax I stay your friendBut if you ever take it to the streets you never rhyme againI'ma the tester of the hard shit, not many passMatter of fact, not many mother*****ers come to class'Cause they know I'll be all up in they ass, like last night's dinnerAnd Bumpy Knucks is the winner, yeah[ Hook: Freddie Foxxx ] [ 2x ]Knock-knock-knock, come on inThis is my house, reign againReal nigga shit, I bring the pain againIt's some suckaz in the game we in("Bumpy Knucks") -> scratched by Pete Rock[ Pete Rock scratches ]"Lyrical style like Bumpy Knucks" -> Freddie Foxxx"Bumpy Knucks, Bumpy Knucks" ['til fade][FF] Class is over, get the ***** out..
