Mind Frame - Pete Rock

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!

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

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?

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

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

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

Lyrical style like Bumpy Knucks →Freddie Foxxx

Bumpy Knucks, Bumpy Knucks

Class is over, get the fuck out.