Eyeneverputmy4cusaway

[Interlude: Bumpy Knuckles talking] Always paid attention to how many cats I rocked with and who I worked with on projects and everything Because, you know, what's important is to stay focused on the growth of your brand You know, every MC is a brand, you know, whether they want to admit it or not You know, at lot of cats running around here screaming how they just love hip-hop so much and they rock for the love and all that Wish I could walk into Best Buy and say, "yo, I've been buying from y'all for mad years, yo, and it would be my honor if y'all let me rock one of them flat screens right there." Word [Intro] Premo Yeah Bumpy Knuckles DJ Premier Let's rock [Verse] There used to be money in the hood then crabs started having baby crabs And all of them niggas wanted to be Scarface While I stayed on my Oliver Stone and wrote images Bodying top MC's, you lost scrimmages Mic on amp it, the warrior holler is how I stamp it Stash spots popped open We're at war with the people, loyalty is a deal maker Still royalty's a deal breaker Mic check one two is what I do Before I spit that real nigga shit at you I spit that MC tsunami that will have you niggas crying to your mommy Punk try me C'mon [Hook "w/ Scratches by DJ Premier"] "Focused man" I never put my focus away Underground, boom-bap, Bump's dropping "Focused man" I mix it with the vocals I lay OGs show the streets really was popping [Verse 2] Peep niggas' verses, subliminal bitch shit I bitchslap rappers who bitch quick Eyes swole, bitch quick, hit you with the biscuit And grab the mic and butter the room like a biscuit Soaked into the mind of rhymes will make you feel like you can do it Like the Nike sign, fuck what you wear Can you write these rhymes that don't conform? Can you spit it over and over in classic form? Yo, streets playing dirty A hot 16 will get you 30 years when keeping it real goes wrong Black man, I put the pen in composition Destroy competition, our soldiers in position I'm loyal to my pen, you're loyal to your chain That you bought with your little advance and not cocaine Real niggas got their hammers out, my niggas wilding out I think you need to leave the violence out [Hook] [Verse 3] I was born a follower who learned to lead Amongst low-life shitbags who burned in greed Criticize me when you reach my level Until then, just admire my style of fire, it's fire I built on mistakes and learned from them Studied from my enemies and learned from them and never turned from them The higher you fly, the smaller you'll appear to the eye To those hate-weighted niggas on ground level Devils [Hook] [Outro] Salute to the game Don't ever put your focus away