Feel Like I Been Here Lyrics - Singles - Bumpy Knuckles

[Verse 1] 

In the brightest of days, I can find the night 

If I just close my eyes and I squeeze 'em tight 

Second time in this life, see familiar territory 

The hustle is my appetite the cash is my glory 

I'm darker than midnight, I'm bright as in noon 

Searchin for my melodies, follow the moon 

Every city and town, that I run up in my travels 

My game is like a earthquake, agitates the gravel 

I put it down in Michigan, set it up sweet 

Niggas used to call me second none Pete 

I'm hard at the feet, I start the cream like scatter brave 

Down in Cleveland, doin my thing they call me Don King 

I came to New York, out of West VA. 

They call me Shorty Locin, I'm deadly and I don't play 

Like Willy Watson I fucked 'em and I knocked 'em 

Straight askin bitches wasup, like Jesse Cook 

Uh huh, in Alabama runnin Moonshine 

I'm rap killer, you wouldn't find a iller hundred dollar biller 

I'm number one in Augusta, like J.C. 

Like little Herman from Pittsburgh you pay me 

Like Zack Thomas and Frank Molten 

I be the young nigga half the death, leave his ass floatin 

Like Bumpy Johnson and beautiful rain 

Without the street life I'd rather be dead, I swear I been here 

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Feel Like I Been There 

I seen murder scenes, drugs I been here before 

Send my blood to keep it raw, stay hardcore, c'mon, yeah 

Feel Like I Been Here 

I bust guns, push nines, and snuffed out lives 

>From the south to the city only tryin to survive 

Bigger than nine to five, I been here before 

Bold and ready to die, I been here before 

Cocked and ready to spit, I been here before 

Names you shouldn't forget, they been here before, uh 

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[Verse 2] 

I studied science, social studies, and math 

At the school of hard knocks, if you follow the path 

Aint nothin funny here son, so if you wanna laugh 

Harlem World's red illin, I put three in your ass 

'cause it's more about this money even more than that 

I'm tryin to spread it through my own hood, givin it back 

Like Munky Jackson, I be back son 

Cats are blast, screamin my mac, it's black son 

Shit I keep it real nigga 

I'm cold-blooded when I iceberg 

Spittin game off my lips every word like none you never heard 

Like little Willie from B-More 

Uptown, Saturday night, little C-More 

Ill like the Infamous I scare to death 

Had them niggas up in Buffalo, holdin they breath 

Malcolm X Boulevard pushin that P 

Hoes callin me ferrels, and they smilin at me 

That's what they wanna see, they call me ribbons up in Louisville 

Gator wing tips, 44, two spare clips 

In Chocolate City I was Catfish 

Any nigga ever disrespect me, he get his head split 

Like Reverend Mills and from Chi-Town 

Can't nobody ever ever deny, how I laid it down 

These mini games like souvenirs 

Man I swear to everything that I am I know I been here 

Uh huh, c'mon 

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