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PETE ROCK : Mind Frame lyrics

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PETE ROCK lyrics : "Mind Frame"

(feat. Freddie Fo$%&^)

[Freddie Fo$%&^]

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 ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z, 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 - ^!$$%

Step into my mind frame it don't stop
And I still keep the four pound hot-hot-hot
^!$$%z hungry on my block B, we try'na eat

And it's them fake $$# rap ^!$$%z, we try'na see (Belie' that!)
I know deep down is bothering me
When a mother$#&@er 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 $$# ^!$$%z how to rock

Pete, Rock!

[Hook x2: Freddie Fo$%&^]

Knock-knock-knock, come on in
This is my house, reign again
Real ^!$$% %#@!, I bring the pain again

It's some suckaz in the game we in
[scratched by Pete Rock] ("Bumpy Knucks")


[Verse Two: Freddie Fo$%&^]
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 ^!$$% 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 %#@! is mad wack

So here I come, back with another one, Bumpy outspoken
While you ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ 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 x2: Freddie Fo$%&^]

Knock-knock-knock, come on in
This is my house, reign again
Real ^!$$% %#@!, I bring the pain again

It's some suckaz in the game we in
[scratched by Pete Rock] ("Bumpy Knucks")


[Verse Three: Freddie Fo$%&^]
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 ^!$$%z is true, old and tired, or young and stupid

Hung a ^!$$% with no patience, I shoot quicker than ?Quepitt?
So put it in ya deck and dupe it, pass it on
To see who Bumpy blast it on, remember me, and the wild %#@! I did
When I bodied men and raised it kids, now they grown and it's on
If I'm this kinda ^!$$% when I'm livin', imagine the kinda angel I'd be

And all the foul ^!$$%z I'd see, great men can't be ruled
My spirit is free, and I rip a whole in every $#&@ing track, getting to me
Pay attention, you ^!$$%z 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 $$#, 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 %#@!, not many pass

Matter of fact, not many mother$#&@ers come to class
'Cause they know I'll be all up in they $$#, like last night's dinner
And Bumpy Knucks is the winner, yeah

[Hook x2: Freddie Fo$%&^]
Knock-knock-knock, come on in

This is my house, reign again
Real ^!$$% %#@!, I bring the pain again
It's some suckaz in the game we in
[scratched by Pete Rock] ("Bumpy Knucks")

[Pete Rock scratches]
[Freddie Fo$%&^] "Lyrical style like Bumpy Knucks"

"Bumpy Knucks, Bumpy Knucks" ['til fade]

[FF] Class is over, get the $#&@ out.

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