More Levels Lyrics - The Kolexxxion [pa] - Dj Premier & Bumpy Knuckles

[Intro: Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Premier Scratchin) 

PREMO! HAAAAAAAAAAA! 

(T-T-Take total control, total body and soul-"Erick Sermon") 

COME ON! HA! (Take total control, total body and soul-"Erick Sermon") 

[Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles] 

Somebody better call security It's about to be on 

I'm in the streets midnight, 'bout to buss 'til dawn 

Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I soften my song 

You wanna die! Ha! I can help your coffin be on! 

I'm the reason that some rap niggas, may spit a name 

I'm the reason that some niggas, still in the game 

I'm the reason that rock died, some proclaimed 

Rich underground street nigga, Bump became 

They wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop 

And, they wonderin, how this nigga stay so hot 

Well it's a combination of five things, I live by 

I don't speak to none of these bitch ass niggas just give hi 

Always aim for the sky, unless I'm aimin at an A&R 

From the majors then I aim for the eye 

And you'll never see me cry 

These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! Niggas is puss double y 

And I always spit fly, and never be afraid ('Fraid!) 

'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get paid 

You niggas is like little aids, infectin the sound 

That the real niggas started, so we keep it underground yeah! 

[Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles] 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in motion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad commotion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a locomotion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin! 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in motion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad commotion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a locomotion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin! 

[Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles] 

Niggas know I don't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound 

From the sky to the ground, I'll gun yo' ass down 

Like I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little game for the kiddies 

And I call it, ate that clown 

It's Bumpy Knucks, hotter than grits on Al Green 

Gonna make Allen Iverson stick to his team 

That's always your dream, so live your other life 

Don't go broke tryin to flow b you ain't that nice 

What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin double dribble 

How you nine foot tall?! And rhymin just a little 

I police the underground and I'm thug appointed 

Got a problem with that speak, get your mug annointed 

By Reverend Glock, niggas got the game all twisted 

It's alot of niggas I'm a bring it to and it's listed 

I hope you try to stand up and show me you live 

That makes my dick hard! And it gets all sweaty inside 

'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker 

But he fuckin with a bad motherfucker! It's Bumpy Knuckles! 

[Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles] 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in motion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad commotion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a locomotion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin! 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in motion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad commotion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a locomotion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin! 

[Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles] 

The magazines (Yeah!) I like to meet my reviewer 

Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like 

Tryin to come up on this mic, how to struggle how to fight 

It's like tryin to find a ass on a chinese woman 

In the dark black night, I got the double take it 

'Cause if I was into cigarette smokin skinny white woman they ain't playin my record 

I was Hot before 97 way before that 

Now I come back, and niggas still bitchin 

You can't even snatch a chain no more, niggas snitchin 

Alot of niggas is just pots in the kitchen like Congressman Rangel 

! HUH!) Mr. Bojangle with fucked up ankles 

The black star suffer while the white star spangle 

Banner and we don't play on MTV 

The fuckin record companies own all the mp3's, and the bootleg factory 

I got niggas sayin Bumpy too black for me 

It's the truth nigga! I see! But you blinded by glitter 

And you got a little cheddar which made your pussy game better 

Well you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin 

When all a nigga want is a car and a hurt me diamond 

He'll do anything for anybody 

And suck a dick like a MC Lewinsky 

I'm the nigga that you'll can't see (Yeah!) Don't ever get it fucked up! 

All you sucker ass niggas will get Bump Knucked up! Come on! 

[Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles] 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in motion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad commotion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a locomotion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin! 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me clouded brains in motion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Got me 'causin mad commotion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Hit me like a locomotion 

(THE LAH LAH LAH!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin! 

[Outro: Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Premier Scratchin) 

HAAAAAAAA! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon") 

YEAH! (T-T-Take-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Take your body-"Erick Sermon") 

COME ON! HA! (T-T-T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon") 

(T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-"Erick Sermon")