Bad, Bad Man (feat. Bumpy Knuckles)

Ah, you don' did it now Chaos you should of put This one in the vault man They not ready They don't know what's comin' man Oh we gonna drop this on them right here Y'all ain't ready for dis Y'all ain't ready for none of dis Your boy's a bad man And we invadin' the streets Make all 'em clapper-rappers scurred They be droppin' the heat Shocked the world now I'm standin' alone I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones You can't help but nod ya head to the track Fuck the watered-down rap, we be takin' it back Give it to ya straight, ain't no chasin' it Check ya self in the mirror, ain't no facin' it 'Cause you playin' the roll and you plannin' to fold This the master plan, we got the planet on hold We all over the streets like ya favorite sneaker Breakin' up ya sound like a drive-thru speaker Everything that I be spittin' is strong After I rock, fast-forward through the rest of the song We the monkey wrench That's gonna ruin ya plan And don't fuck wit John Cena I'm a bad, bad man With the mic in my hands, I'm a bad man Even in the fight wit' my hands, I'm a bad man Livin' in the streets all my life, I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man With the mic in my hands, I'm a bad man Even in the fight wit' my hands, I'm a bad man Livin' in the streets all my life, I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man We devils, rockin' ambient levels We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals When cats got one-liners, I drop several And I think it's funny you choose Who's in progress of runnin' in place We makin' rules and y'all settle I rip rappers and take responsibility For makin' future hall of famers look third-rate Y'all are lost for words like Conversation on your worst first-date And raw beats creep through side streets Loose leaf notepads, that's where rhymes leak Punch-lines, man, don't even beg I got knee-slapping tracks, y'all cruisin' ya leg You a rhyme-writer, buddy? Man, that's a joke You ain't worthy of being my secretary Man, that's a quote I flood tracks like cracks in boats And pussy rappers choked up Wit' they own rhymes in they throat With the mic in my hands, I'm a bad man Even in the fight wit' my hands, I'm a bad man Livin' in the streets all my life, I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man With the mic in my hands, I'm a bad man Even in the fight wit' my hands, I'm a bad man Livin' in the streets all my life, I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man Turn up the microphone and feed me, I'm a beast MCs and they beats is what I eat 16, I leave you in the street My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet It's spreadin' up the leg and headin' for the head Your rhymes are whack, your style is Proof that the brain corrosion is fuckin' with ya chosen flows I'm nice with mics, my hands'll break ya nose Like Mikey Tyson, fightin' in his prime one rhyme And I shake up the room one time, boom To da jaw, your face is a cult-type, where all the The blood is not bein' mixed, jelly on the floor My love is Compton bricks, belly on the floor I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem I solve you, 3 57 long nose revolve you Acid in ya face, bad look, dissolve you I'm a bad, bad man, yeah, check it out It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby And I want you to say hello to the bad, bad man Come on With the mic in my hands, I'm a bad man Even in the fight wit' my hands, I'm a bad man Livin' in the streets all my life, I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man With the mic in my hands, I'm a bad man Even in the fight wit' my hands, I'm a bad man Livin' in the streets all my life, I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man