[{"id":9220153,"name":"GrEaTnEsS","trackName":"GrEaTnEsS","artistName":"DJ Premier","albumName":"KoleXXXion","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"PREMO!!! HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!\n(T-T-Take total control, total body and soul-\"Erick Sermon\")\nCOME ON! HA! (Take total control, total body and soul-\"Erick Sermon\")\n\nSomebody better call security It's about to be on\nI'm in the streets midnight, 'bout to buss 'til dawn\nNiggas are dead wrong, if they think I soften my song\nYou wanna die! Ha! I can help your coffin be on!\nI'm the reason that some rap niggas, may spit a name\nI'm the reason that some niggas, still in the game\nI'm the reason that rock died, some proclaimed\nRich underground street nigga, Bump became\nThey wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop\nAnd, they wonderin, how this nigga stay so hot\nWell it's a combination of five things, I live by\nI don't speak to none of these bitch ass niggas just give hi\nAlways aim for the sky, unless I'm aimin at an A&R\nFrom the majors then I aim for the eye\nAnd you'll never see me cry\nThese emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! Niggas is puss double y\nAnd I always spit fly, and never be afraid ('Fraid!)\n'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get paid\nYou niggas is like little aids, infectin the sound\nThat the real niggas started, so we keep it underground yeah!\n\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\nNiggas know I don't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound\nFrom the sky to the ground, I'll gun yo' ass down\nLike I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little game for the kiddies\nAnd I call it, ate that clown\nIt's Bumpy Knucks, hotter than grits on Al Green\nGonna make Allen Iverson stick to his team\nThat's always your dream, so live your other life\nDon't go broke tryin to flow b you ain't that nice\nWhat's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin double dribble\nHow you nine foot tall?! And rhymin just a little\nI police the underground and I'm thug appointed\nGot a problem with that speak, get your mug annointed\nBy Reverend Glock, niggas got the game all twisted\nIt's alot of niggas I'm a bring it to and it's listed\nI hope you try to stand up and show me you live\nThat makes my dick hard! And it gets all sweaty inside\n'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker\nBut he fuckin with a bad motherfucker! It's Bumpy Knuckles!\n\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\nThe magazines (Yeah!) I like to meet my reviewer\nTake his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like\nTryin to come up on this mic, how to struggle how to fight\nIt's like tryin to find a ass on a chinese woman\nIn the dark black night, I got the double take it\n'Cause if I was into cigarette smokin skinny white woman they ain't playin my record\nI was Hot before 97 way before that\nNow I come back, and niggas still bitchin\nYou can't even snatch a chain no more, niggas snitchin\nAlot of niggas is just pots in the kitchen like Congressman Rangel! HUH!) Mr. Bojangle with fucked up ankles\nThe black star suffer while the white star spangle\nBanner and we don't play on MTV\nThe fuckin record companies own all the mp3's, and the bootleg factory\nI got niggas sayin Bumpy too black for me\nIt's the truth nigga! I see! But you blinded by glitter\nAnd you got a little cheddar which made your pussy game better\nWell you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin\nWhen all a nigga want is a car and a hurt me diamond\nHe'll do anything for anybody\nAnd suck a dick like a MC Lewinsky\nI'm the nigga that you'll can't see (Yeah!) Don't ever get it fucked up!\nAll you sucker ass niggas will get Bump Knucked up! Come on!\n\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\n(DJ Premier Scratchin)\nHAAAAAAAA!!!! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\nYEAH! (T-T-Take-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Take your body-\"Erick Sermon\")\nCOME ON! HA!! (T-T-T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\n(T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: GrEaTnEsS\n  artist: DJ Premier\n  album: KoleXXXion\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  PREMO!!! HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!\n  (T-T-Take total control, total body and soul-\"Erick Sermon\")\n  COME ON! HA! (Take total control, total body and soul-\"Erick Sermon\")\n\n  Somebody better call security It's about to be on\n  I'm in the streets midnight, 'bout to buss 'til dawn\n  Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I soften my song\n  You wanna die! Ha! I can help your coffin be on!\n  I'm the reason that some rap niggas, may spit a name\n  I'm the reason that some niggas, still in the game\n  I'm the reason that rock died, some proclaimed\n  Rich underground street nigga, Bump became\n  They wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop\n  And, they wonderin, how this nigga stay so hot\n  Well it's a combination of five things, I live by\n  I don't speak to none of these bitch ass niggas just give hi\n  Always aim for the sky, unless I'm aimin at an A&R\n  From the majors then I aim for the eye\n  And you'll never see me cry\n  These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! Niggas is puss double y\n  And I always spit fly, and never be afraid ('Fraid!)\n  'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get paid\n  You niggas is like little aids, infectin the sound\n  That the real niggas started, so we keep it underground yeah!\n\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\n  Niggas know I don't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound\n  From the sky to the ground, I'll gun yo' ass down\n  Like I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little game for the kiddies\n  And I call it, ate that clown\n  It's Bumpy Knucks, hotter than grits on Al Green\n  Gonna make Allen Iverson stick to his team\n  That's always your dream, so live your other life\n  Don't go broke tryin to flow b you ain't that nice\n  What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin double dribble\n  How you nine foot tall?! And rhymin just a little\n  I police the underground and I'm thug appointed\n  Got a problem with that speak, get your mug annointed\n  By Reverend Glock, niggas got the game all twisted\n  It's alot of niggas I'm a bring it to and it's listed\n  I hope you try to stand up and show me you live\n  That makes my dick hard! And it gets all sweaty inside\n  'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker\n  But he fuckin with a bad motherfucker! It's Bumpy Knuckles!\n\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\n  The magazines (Yeah!) I like to meet my reviewer\n  Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like\n  Tryin to come up on this mic, how to struggle how to fight\n  It's like tryin to find a ass on a chinese woman\n  In the dark black night, I got the double take it\n  'Cause if I was into cigarette smokin skinny white woman they ain't playin my record\n  I was Hot before 97 way before that\n  Now I come back, and niggas still bitchin\n  You can't even snatch a chain no more, niggas snitchin\n  Alot of niggas is just pots in the kitchen like Congressman Rangel! HUH!) Mr. Bojangle with fucked up ankles\n  The black star suffer while the white star spangle\n  Banner and we don't play on MTV\n  The fuckin record companies own all the mp3's, and the bootleg factory\n  I got niggas sayin Bumpy too black for me\n  It's the truth nigga! I see! But you blinded by glitter\n  And you got a little cheddar which made your pussy game better\n  Well you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin\n  When all a nigga want is a car and a hurt me diamond\n  He'll do anything for anybody\n  And suck a dick like a MC Lewinsky\n  I'm the nigga that you'll can't see (Yeah!) Don't ever get it fucked up!\n  All you sucker ass niggas will get Bump Knucked up! Come on!\n\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\n  (DJ Premier Scratchin)\n  HAAAAAAAA!!!! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\n  YEAH! (T-T-Take-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Take your body-\"Erick Sermon\")\n  COME ON! HA!! (T-T-T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\n  (T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\n"},{"id":9220152,"name":"GrEaTnEsS","trackName":"GrEaTnEsS","artistName":"DJ Premier & Bumpy Knuckles","albumName":"KoleXXXion","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"PREMO!!! HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!\n(T-T-Take total control, total body and soul-\"Erick Sermon\")\nCOME ON! HA! (Take total control, total body and soul-\"Erick Sermon\")\n\nSomebody better call security It's about to be on\nI'm in the streets midnight, 'bout to buss 'til dawn\nNiggas are dead wrong, if they think I soften my song\nYou wanna die! Ha! I can help your coffin be on!\nI'm the reason that some rap niggas, may spit a name\nI'm the reason that some niggas, still in the game\nI'm the reason that rock died, some proclaimed\nRich underground street nigga, Bump became\nThey wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop\nAnd, they wonderin, how this nigga stay so hot\nWell it's a combination of five things, I live by\nI don't speak to none of these bitch ass niggas just give hi\nAlways aim for the sky, unless I'm aimin at an A&R\nFrom the majors then I aim for the eye\nAnd you'll never see me cry\nThese emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! Niggas is puss double y\nAnd I always spit fly, and never be afraid ('Fraid!)\n'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get paid\nYou niggas is like little aids, infectin the sound\nThat the real niggas started, so we keep it underground yeah!\n\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\nNiggas know I don't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound\nFrom the sky to the ground, I'll gun yo' ass down\nLike I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little game for the kiddies\nAnd I call it, ate that clown\nIt's Bumpy Knucks, hotter than grits on Al Green\nGonna make Allen Iverson stick to his team\nThat's always your dream, so live your other life\nDon't go broke tryin to flow b you ain't that nice\nWhat's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin double dribble\nHow you nine foot tall?! And rhymin just a little\nI police the underground and I'm thug appointed\nGot a problem with that speak, get your mug annointed\nBy Reverend Glock, niggas got the game all twisted\nIt's alot of niggas I'm a bring it to and it's listed\nI hope you try to stand up and show me you live\nThat makes my dick hard! And it gets all sweaty inside\n'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker\nBut he fuckin with a bad motherfucker! It's Bumpy Knuckles!\n\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\nThe magazines (Yeah!) I like to meet my reviewer\nTake his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like\nTryin to come up on this mic, how to struggle how to fight\nIt's like tryin to find a ass on a chinese woman\nIn the dark black night, I got the double take it\n'Cause if I was into cigarette smokin skinny white woman they ain't playin my record\nI was Hot before 97 way before that\nNow I come back, and niggas still bitchin\nYou can't even snatch a chain no more, niggas snitchin\nAlot of niggas is just pots in the kitchen like Congressman Rangel! HUH!) Mr. Bojangle with fucked up ankles\nThe black star suffer while the white star spangle\nBanner and we don't play on MTV\nThe fuckin record companies own all the mp3's, and the bootleg factory\nI got niggas sayin Bumpy too black for me\nIt's the truth nigga! I see! But you blinded by glitter\nAnd you got a little cheddar which made your pussy game better\nWell you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin\nWhen all a nigga want is a car and a hurt me diamond\nHe'll do anything for anybody\nAnd suck a dick like a MC Lewinsky\nI'm the nigga that you'll can't see (Yeah!) Don't ever get it fucked up!\nAll you sucker ass niggas will get Bump Knucked up! Come on!\n\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\n(DJ Premier Scratchin)\nHAAAAAAAA!!!! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\nYEAH! (T-T-Take-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Take your body-\"Erick Sermon\")\nCOME ON! HA!! (T-T-T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\n(T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: GrEaTnEsS\n  artist: DJ Premier & Bumpy Knuckles\n  album: KoleXXXion\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  PREMO!!! HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!\n  (T-T-Take total control, total body and soul-\"Erick Sermon\")\n  COME ON! HA! (Take total control, total body and soul-\"Erick Sermon\")\n\n  Somebody better call security It's about to be on\n  I'm in the streets midnight, 'bout to buss 'til dawn\n  Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I soften my song\n  You wanna die! Ha! I can help your coffin be on!\n  I'm the reason that some rap niggas, may spit a name\n  I'm the reason that some niggas, still in the game\n  I'm the reason that rock died, some proclaimed\n  Rich underground street nigga, Bump became\n  They wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop\n  And, they wonderin, how this nigga stay so hot\n  Well it's a combination of five things, I live by\n  I don't speak to none of these bitch ass niggas just give hi\n  Always aim for the sky, unless I'm aimin at an A&R\n  From the majors then I aim for the eye\n  And you'll never see me cry\n  These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! Niggas is puss double y\n  And I always spit fly, and never be afraid ('Fraid!)\n  'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get paid\n  You niggas is like little aids, infectin the sound\n  That the real niggas started, so we keep it underground yeah!\n\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\n  Niggas know I don't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound\n  From the sky to the ground, I'll gun yo' ass down\n  Like I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little game for the kiddies\n  And I call it, ate that clown\n  It's Bumpy Knucks, hotter than grits on Al Green\n  Gonna make Allen Iverson stick to his team\n  That's always your dream, so live your other life\n  Don't go broke tryin to flow b you ain't that nice\n  What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin double dribble\n  How you nine foot tall?! And rhymin just a little\n  I police the underground and I'm thug appointed\n  Got a problem with that speak, get your mug annointed\n  By Reverend Glock, niggas got the game all twisted\n  It's alot of niggas I'm a bring it to and it's listed\n  I hope you try to stand up and show me you live\n  That makes my dick hard! And it gets all sweaty inside\n  'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker\n  But he fuckin with a bad motherfucker! It's Bumpy Knuckles!\n\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\n  The magazines (Yeah!) I like to meet my reviewer\n  Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like\n  Tryin to come up on this mic, how to struggle how to fight\n  It's like tryin to find a ass on a chinese woman\n  In the dark black night, I got the double take it\n  'Cause if I was into cigarette smokin skinny white woman they ain't playin my record\n  I was Hot before 97 way before that\n  Now I come back, and niggas still bitchin\n  You can't even snatch a chain no more, niggas snitchin\n  Alot of niggas is just pots in the kitchen like Congressman Rangel! HUH!) Mr. Bojangle with fucked up ankles\n  The black star suffer while the white star spangle\n  Banner and we don't play on MTV\n  The fuckin record companies own all the mp3's, and the bootleg factory\n  I got niggas sayin Bumpy too black for me\n  It's the truth nigga! I see! But you blinded by glitter\n  And you got a little cheddar which made your pussy game better\n  Well you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin\n  When all a nigga want is a car and a hurt me diamond\n  He'll do anything for anybody\n  And suck a dick like a MC Lewinsky\n  I'm the nigga that you'll can't see (Yeah!) Don't ever get it fucked up!\n  All you sucker ass niggas will get Bump Knucked up! Come on!\n\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\n  (DJ Premier Scratchin)\n  HAAAAAAAA!!!! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\n  YEAH! (T-T-Take-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Take your body-\"Erick Sermon\")\n  COME ON! HA!! (T-T-T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\n  (T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\n"},{"id":11617101,"name":"GrEaTnEsS","trackName":"GrEaTnEsS","artistName":"Premier, DJ & Bumpy Knuckles","albumName":"KoleXXXion","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"PREMO!!! HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!\n(T-T-Take total control, total body and soul-\"Erick Sermon\")\nCOME ON! HA! (Take total control, total body and soul-\"Erick Sermon\")\n\nSomebody better call security It's about to be on\nI'm in the streets midnight, 'bout to buss 'til dawn\nNiggas are dead wrong, if they think I soften my song\nYou wanna die! Ha! I can help your coffin be on!\nI'm the reason that some rap niggas, may spit a name\nI'm the reason that some niggas, still in the game\nI'm the reason that rock died, some proclaimed\nRich underground street nigga, Bump became\nThey wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop\nAnd, they wonderin, how this nigga stay so hot\nWell it's a combination of five things, I live by\nI don't speak to none of these bitch ass niggas just give hi\nAlways aim for the sky, unless I'm aimin at an A&R\nFrom the majors then I aim for the eye\nAnd you'll never see me cry\nThese emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! Niggas is puss double y\nAnd I always spit fly, and never be afraid ('Fraid!)\n'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get paid\nYou niggas is like little aids, infectin the sound\nThat the real niggas started, so we keep it underground yeah!\n\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\nNiggas know I don't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound\nFrom the sky to the ground, I'll gun yo' ass down\nLike I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little game for the kiddies\nAnd I call it, ate that clown\nIt's Bumpy Knucks, hotter than grits on Al Green\nGonna make Allen Iverson stick to his team\nThat's always your dream, so live your other life\nDon't go broke tryin to flow b you ain't that nice\nWhat's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin double dribble\nHow you nine foot tall?! And rhymin just a little\nI police the underground and I'm thug appointed\nGot a problem with that speak, get your mug annointed\nBy Reverend Glock, niggas got the game all twisted\nIt's alot of niggas I'm a bring it to and it's listed\nI hope you try to stand up and show me you live\nThat makes my dick hard! And it gets all sweaty inside\n'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker\nBut he fuckin with a bad motherfucker! It's Bumpy Knuckles!\n\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\nThe magazines (Yeah!) I like to meet my reviewer\nTake his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like\nTryin to come up on this mic, how to struggle how to fight\nIt's like tryin to find a ass on a chinese woman\nIn the dark black night, I got the double take it\n'Cause if I was into cigarette smokin skinny white woman they ain't playin my record\nI was Hot before 97 way before that\nNow I come back, and niggas still bitchin\nYou can't even snatch a chain no more, niggas snitchin\nAlot of niggas is just pots in the kitchen like Congressman Rangel! HUH!) Mr. Bojangle with fucked up ankles\nThe black star suffer while the white star spangle\nBanner and we don't play on MTV\nThe fuckin record companies own all the mp3's, and the bootleg factory\nI got niggas sayin Bumpy too black for me\nIt's the truth nigga! I see! But you blinded by glitter\nAnd you got a little cheddar which made your pussy game better\nWell you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin\nWhen all a nigga want is a car and a hurt me diamond\nHe'll do anything for anybody\nAnd suck a dick like a MC Lewinsky\nI'm the nigga that you'll can't see (Yeah!) Don't ever get it fucked up!\nAll you sucker ass niggas will get Bump Knucked up! Come on!\n\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n(THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\n(DJ Premier Scratchin)\nHAAAAAAAA!!!! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\nYEAH! (T-T-Take-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Take your body-\"Erick Sermon\")\nCOME ON! HA!! (T-T-T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\n(T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: GrEaTnEsS\n  artist: Premier, DJ & Bumpy Knuckles\n  album: KoleXXXion\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  PREMO!!! HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!\n  (T-T-Take total control, total body and soul-\"Erick Sermon\")\n  COME ON! HA! (Take total control, total body and soul-\"Erick Sermon\")\n\n  Somebody better call security It's about to be on\n  I'm in the streets midnight, 'bout to buss 'til dawn\n  Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I soften my song\n  You wanna die! Ha! I can help your coffin be on!\n  I'm the reason that some rap niggas, may spit a name\n  I'm the reason that some niggas, still in the game\n  I'm the reason that rock died, some proclaimed\n  Rich underground street nigga, Bump became\n  They wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop\n  And, they wonderin, how this nigga stay so hot\n  Well it's a combination of five things, I live by\n  I don't speak to none of these bitch ass niggas just give hi\n  Always aim for the sky, unless I'm aimin at an A&R\n  From the majors then I aim for the eye\n  And you'll never see me cry\n  These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers! Niggas is puss double y\n  And I always spit fly, and never be afraid ('Fraid!)\n  'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin (Leavin) 'Til Bumpy get paid\n  You niggas is like little aids, infectin the sound\n  That the real niggas started, so we keep it underground yeah!\n\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\n  Niggas know I don't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound\n  From the sky to the ground, I'll gun yo' ass down\n  Like I'm H. Rap Brown, I got a little game for the kiddies\n  And I call it, ate that clown\n  It's Bumpy Knucks, hotter than grits on Al Green\n  Gonna make Allen Iverson stick to his team\n  That's always your dream, so live your other life\n  Don't go broke tryin to flow b you ain't that nice\n  What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin double dribble\n  How you nine foot tall?! And rhymin just a little\n  I police the underground and I'm thug appointed\n  Got a problem with that speak, get your mug annointed\n  By Reverend Glock, niggas got the game all twisted\n  It's alot of niggas I'm a bring it to and it's listed\n  I hope you try to stand up and show me you live\n  That makes my dick hard! And it gets all sweaty inside\n  'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker\n  But he fuckin with a bad motherfucker! It's Bumpy Knuckles!\n\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\n  The magazines (Yeah!) I like to meet my reviewer\n  Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like\n  Tryin to come up on this mic, how to struggle how to fight\n  It's like tryin to find a ass on a chinese woman\n  In the dark black night, I got the double take it\n  'Cause if I was into cigarette smokin skinny white woman they ain't playin my record\n  I was Hot before 97 way before that\n  Now I come back, and niggas still bitchin\n  You can't even snatch a chain no more, niggas snitchin\n  Alot of niggas is just pots in the kitchen like Congressman Rangel! HUH!) Mr. Bojangle with fucked up ankles\n  The black star suffer while the white star spangle\n  Banner and we don't play on MTV\n  The fuckin record companies own all the mp3's, and the bootleg factory\n  I got niggas sayin Bumpy too black for me\n  It's the truth nigga! I see! But you blinded by glitter\n  And you got a little cheddar which made your pussy game better\n  Well you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin\n  When all a nigga want is a car and a hurt me diamond\n  He'll do anything for anybody\n  And suck a dick like a MC Lewinsky\n  I'm the nigga that you'll can't see (Yeah!) Don't ever get it fucked up!\n  All you sucker ass niggas will get Bump Knucked up! Come on!\n\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me clouded brains in motion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Got me 'causin mad commotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Hit me like a locomotion\n  (THE LAH LAH LAH!!!) Smokin! Smokin! Smokin!\n\n  (DJ Premier Scratchin)\n  HAAAAAAAA!!!! (Take-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\n  YEAH! (T-T-Take-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Total-C-Control-T-T-Take your body-\"Erick Sermon\")\n  COME ON! HA!! (T-T-T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\n  (T-T-T-Take-T-T-T-Take total control, total body and soul... the lah lah-\"Erick Sermon\")\n"}]