Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scram, artist - Bumpy Knuckles. Album song Konexion EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2003
Record label: Bbe
Song language: English
Scram |
Yo, now its time |
I want everybody to listen |
Come on |
Cause when I get on the mic and do my thing |
You need to listen |
Reach out and feel this |
Check it out |
Rockin is a state of mind for niggas who really do it |
Leavin suckaz behind and can’t pull through it |
You cut a throat to do better than niggas doing better |
But you can’t cut the neck of the second letter |
U MP knucks rappers get swung like chucks |
Niggas swearing that he nice when he really suck |
And yo Ruk why do rappers say they thugs and gangstas |
When they halloween dressin up nigga panty hose |
Acting like he hard with them new edition candy girl flow |
Im funky like George Sir Nose |
I’m real like tax time you try to escape |
I clamp down on your real estate and your fake estate |
That means everything rented borrowed stolen |
And anything you might be holdin |
I Come like ?? |
it us |
Under pressure bussin. |
Philly soul reaching |
Bumpy heart touching |
Jazzy like jeff nigga I’m not a giraffe |
Im bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast |
And be dead centre chest like the gold medallion |
That hangs around a neck on a old italian |
Scram kid your new to me you bother (that's right its bumpy knuckles) |
Cause I know you niggas really ain’t thugs |
You trying to be hardcore but you really not |
I’ll write your eulogy you bother me (that's right) |
It’ll be no help from family or friends |
Nobody can really help you now |
Here I am the real emcee |
Writing off sucka emcees like I’m dmc |
Little killers in the bm 3 |
Follow Bumpy in the black 600 with the 1 2 V |
I meant V12 but wherever I dwell |
They’ll bust for me in heaven they bust for me from hell |
Cause I’m still hot any rapper I fear not |
I give it to you raw like my pops was gil scott |
Mama was jill scott |
Humming melodies |
My head on her chest feeling the bass in her breast |
Time nor space exists for the man |
That knows the eternal |
Don’t make me return you |
You can pull it out |
Wave it no doubt |
But before you bust it off |
Heres one to think about |
Come to bumpy get your heart tested |
If you pass you’ll be passing out |
I’m blasting in and I’m blasting out |
Scram kid your new to me you bother me (that's right) |
Cause I know yall niggas really ain’t thugs |
You trying to be hardcore but you’re not (your not) |
I’ll write your eulogy you bother me |
It’ll be no help from family or friends |
Nobody can really help you now (come on) |
I’m more convinced now than on a part on my life |
That I’m a die with rhyming kids and a rhyming wife |
I’m a body every nigga that ever did me trife |
That’s word to great grand grandma indian and her carving knife |
I’m power in its finest hour ask queen latifah |
Whose the hardest rap gansgta that she’ll ever speak ta |
You better check my record |
Matter fact check my album industry shook down |
Niggas is shook now |
Its time for revolution |
Cause I see booty its wax prostitution |
'Im the chairmen of busting niggas with chairs |
Cracking niggas heads open with heineken beers |
Most people see my shadow black and wide |
But can’t see my heart black with pride |
Cause you got a devil inside |
Plotting for the spot where the late great biggie reside |
I be a father like big chuck |
Raising my son and keep the enemy close |
And bust their gun |
I step to a few niggas and made em all one |
With a 16 shot beretta that I call fun |
Music must reflect the time time reflect the music |
The shorty come correct if you next to use it |
From lil bow wow to lil zane |
I told this to kane’s brother little daddy shane |
I always spit a nigga name |
And hope to god he answer then I get all in his body |
Like a nasty cancer |
I take honour and pride in the mic and I fight for it |
Like it was a civil rights baby |
Scram kid your new to me you bother (bumpy knuckles) |
Cause I know yall niggas really ain’t thugs |
You trying to be hardcore but you really not (not baby) |
I’ll write your eulogy you bother me |
It’ll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now |
Scram kid your new to me you bother |
Cause I know you niggas really ain’t thugs |
You trying to be hardcore but you really not (your not) |
I’ll write your eulogy you bother me |
It’ll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now |
Lets go |