me How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me? It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever My endevor is to smash you punk motherfuckers I do it to young
on Merrick Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits Gotta lil sister and my pops just perished And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish Young
best days of my life Back in the summer of '69 Man we were killin' time We were young and restless We needed to unwind I guess nothin' can last forever - forever
wait for her true love to come set her free Always waiting for someone to ask for her hand When out of the blue comes this groovy young man Who vows forever
tryin to be Pun's sucessor That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about to pluck some feathers, I'm young and clever, Plus, clutch
the A-Town, tonight I'm going to let somebody go For the A-Town [Verse] Uhh, set up the occasion, I'm up in the place in, If amazing was a young bitch
[12 seconds instrumental] [B-Real (Sen Dog):] Ready? set, go! I'm ready to run. Steady we get though, under the sun. About to let go. - Show me respect
on the block, I'm full speed to pass Like Dizzy Young, cause I'm young and raw With no love for the law, that hate a young thug That's real in the streets
hour Let's hope for a higher power One by one, and two by two I have ammo what about you? Grandma told me the Good Book said In the last days, get ready
been in the booth to rhyme, I don?t scratch vinyl, I scratch up the mic with my canines. Verse 3 ? Trials and Sesta Mr Trials, young ladies jump in
solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my
. And may we dream forever and ever and ever. Hand in hand we'll find comfort in all of our misery. The moment I heard you say, "forever and always" it
rhythm drum set ain't done yet? Flow like a trumpet to your eardrum are deaf Who pose a threat? Yo- who's more ferocious- none yet To the night damn set
you pray I'm him then you believe me [Verse 6: Sha Rock from Funky Four +1 (Nas)] Yeah! Sha ready to rise, ready to blaze somethin Mother of the mic
I'm tired of the pain and koop taught me running He gave me the things he promised to me But i cannot leave i will suffer forever I'm tired of his wrong