Patch Up the Pieces

Aha...Pete Rock..aha..Pete rock

Hail..!

It's Bumpy Knuckles Baby..HA

Aha

(Verse 1: Freddie Foxxx)

I'm from a world where a man of my complexion makes no laws

and we struggle like madmen hustling forth

top position my hip-hop style crosses every boundery

now who sound like me?

while like I'm Bumpy Knuck Bill Freddie Medicin

smacking up fake ass rappers that's soft like the hansons

I've been ripping six fingers you was dancing

when niggers had high top fame and kid and played

I was pimp some

move back bumpy's got this groove back

wait I must correct myself B cause bumpy never loose that

Pete Rock blesses me with beats like that Halloween treats

and I spit it for this ragged ass streets

so it talked too cold how am I presented

better than me I'm God-sent cause how you'll keep the god bent

I'm a hip-hop creator blacker than Darth Vader

I'll be Bumpy Knuckles now I'll be Bumpy Knuckles later

Come On!

(Chorus)

It's the international illest MC

Bumpy Knuckles baby and the Muro MC

with Pete Rock chopping the beats cross the fata

from New York to Japan Hip-Hop creators

*scratch* Dunn these niggers thought they started something wild (Nas)

*scratch* I spit shit *scratch*

freddie foxxx, check it out(Guru)

*scratch*

(Verse 2: Muro)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx)

Feel it

I smile like the truth, I smile like the youth

when this song come out hot, I smile in the woof

I smile as a mack that flashes and gone truth

and I smile when the profs getting head on the roof

niggers that know my stylo

know that I be low

sell obscene that's how I creep the cream

know what I mean?

I've been in the game for (?)

And Japan count me in like the American dream

(Muro)

(Chorus)