More Levels

[Intro: Bumpy Knuckles] You always gonna have people who don't believe that you really good at what you do You know, and that's probably more so because they haven't figured out How to be good at what they know, or don't even know how to do it, you know So, you know that’s what it is, you know Every level you reach you gonna come against obstacles And you have to combat those obstacles in order to move forward It's almost like your playin' a video game, you know what I mean And the prize is, your sanity...word [Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Premier) Ha!!! (“Come on wit it”) SHHHH!!! (“Come on with it) (“Come on with it“) HA HA HA HA HA (“Come on with it“) HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA (“Come on with it") (“Me and you, gettin' it on, don't even go there") (“Come on, Come on with it") ("Once I bring it to you, you won't be safe nowhere") [Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles] More levels, more devils, diesel Airin’ out the stage like a Neville, Brother Leave you, dot on your face For no good reason at all we in a bad place Ha! Hip Hop is separated, by the nice and the nice not Underground and I'm ice hot What rap nigga my age still keep the mic hot, ha ha! Couple hip-hop Butterbeans Big sluggers move with me it's a gutter team I love women who love hardcore who know the boom from the bap O.G.s could still fill a room when he rap Mic blessin' in a recession is food givin' back To occupy labels that moved it in wax Now, here come Bumpy on a Premo track To represent Hip Hop from where we go back Ha Ha, Crack! [Hook: DJ Premier] “Come on with it” “Me and you, gettin it on, don't even go there” “Come on with it” “Cause you know what we got to do” “Come on, Come on with it” “Me and you, gettin it on, don't even go there” “Come on with it” “Once I bring it to you, you won't be safe nowhere” [Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles] I let the beat keep breathin’ While I spit life to you heathens You in the wrong place, to be real Reasons, I usually don't corny styles like that cause I'm too seasoned (word) How you ballin, sendin links tryin to get on you stink MC's don't give a fuck what you think Fuck rappin if it's beef I hit up brinks And put that kind of paper on your head to make a lot of killers link Now think, wouldn't you rather keep it music Then to lose it all cause of music I'm sure that's now how Bambaataa wanted us to use it Now move it before I lose it And I'm in it for the long haul, bars Like lifers in a long hall, bond My life rockin mics I raise the bar Phased 'em, dazed 'em and blazed 'em all Scorned! [Hook] [Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles] Real nigga cinema, the future's a top feature Who's favorite MC, is The Bronx teacher Flow's long around hooks so the words reach ya Joe Jackson on you Michael ass niggas beat ya Now "Beat It" before I pull this Tito, and shoot you in your ego It's front page news read it My style is to Barker over beats Like Travis I'll bark 'em, GRRRR spark 'em Overwritten flows and shit Like overflowin toilet bowls and shit, the game is a mess Beef ain't really over with The only way for me to get over it, is to aim at your chest I rock with a DJ, who sets the tone Plugs in two twelves and a microphone And I don't stop rockin’ the beats will keep rockin’ As long as the streets are heat then keep coppin' Poppin! [Hook] [Outro: Bumpy Knuckles] Word up! Salute to Hip Hop! MC's and DJ's! Culture strong as ever, Bumpy Knuckles, DJ Premier Salute!