Mind Frame lyrics

Artist  : Pete Rock 
Song : Mind Frame



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 f/ Freddie Foxxx



[ Freddie Foxxx ]

Class is open.. come on in

All you wannabe-emcees sit down

It's Mister Bumpy baby..

Aiiyo Pete Rock, here we go again baby

We gon' do it 'til they learn the righty way

You ready to rock baby? Feel this



When nature imparts the mannest part, human
nature

To follow that nature it's called a way

Cultivating that way is called education

But for men to love itself it's called
masturbation

Bumpy talk about love they say it ain't right

I told you niggaz what +I Luv+ on +First Family 4
Life+

As I move around the world acquire new lights

New 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 knife

That's what's wrong with these niggaz, 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 like you like to think so - nigga

Step into my mind frame it don't stop

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

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

And it's them fake ass rap niggaz, we try'na see
(Belie' that!)

I know deep down is 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 below, and you'll never be
HARDER than me

I'm try'na teach you stupid ass niggaz how to
rock

Pete, Rock!



[ Hook: Freddie Foxxx ] [ 2x ]

Knock-knock-knock, come on in

This is my house, reign again

Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again

It'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 me

Peace to the old time gangstas who sent me

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

and stick out my chest, like a true warrior

I caught this nigga selling bootlegs

He thought I didn't have a kind, while he was
wrong, I shoot legs

To see what's white and I was black

He had a pen and a chequebook, I had 10 in my
Mack

If half these rappers did that,

they probably stopped selling for a pad on the
back

and a plastique plaque, that shit is mad wack

So here I come, back with another one, Bumpy
outspoken

While you niggaz out joking and playing a
game

I want a twelve inch piece of wax, ignite the
flame

The penalty of succes is being bought by people
who used to diss you

Money short, they won't hit you

Stuck in beef they won't git you

For they fuck you won't kiss you

When you dead, six feet in the ground, they
probably forget you

To kick 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 be crippled next

Yo Pete Rock, how many times we gotta tell 'em
son?



[ Hook: Freddie Foxxx ] [ 2x ]

Knock-knock-knock, come on in

This is my house, reign again

Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again

It'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
not

Underground, but I'm hot

All I got is the truth, and I give you what I
got

Some niggaz is true, old and tired, or young and
stupid

Hung a nigga with no patience, I shoot quicker
than ?Quepitt?

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

To see who Bumpy blast it on, remember me, and
the wild shit I did

When I bodied men and raised it kids, now they
grown and it's on

If I'm this kinda nigga when I'm livin', imagine
the kinda angel I'd be

And all the foul niggaz I'd see, great men can't
be ruled

My spirit is free, and I rip a whole in every
fucking track, getting to me

Pay attention, you niggaz is clausing
mainstream

Fishing through a wack song looking for a hot
verse

A hot word, or a hot phrase, you' record
companies' 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 you keep it on wax I stay your
friend

But if you ever take it to the streets you never
rhyme again

I'ma the tester of the hard shit, not many
pass

Matter of fact, not many motherfuckers come to
class

'Cause they know I'll be all up in they ass, like
last night's dinner

And Bumpy Knucks is the winner, yeah



[ Hook: Freddie Foxxx ] [ 2x ]

Knock-knock-knock, come on in

This is my house, reign again

Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again

It'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 fuck out..