Bumpy Knuckles
Bumpy Knuckles - Feel Like I Been Here songtekst
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[Verse 1] In the brightest of days, I can find the night If I just close my eyes and I squeeze 'em tight Second time in this life, see familiar territory The hustle is my appetite the cash is my glory I'm darker than midnight, I'm bright as in noon Searchin for my melodies, follow the moon Every city and town, that I run up in my travels My game is like a earthquake, agitates the gravel I put it down in Michigan, set it up sweet Niggas used to call me second none Pete I'm hard at the feet, I start the cream like scatter brave Down in Cleveland, doin my thing they call me Don King I came to New York, out of West VA. They call me Shorty Locin, I'm deadly and I don't play Like Willy Watson I fucked 'em and I knocked 'em Straight askin bitches wasup, like Jesse Cook Uh huh, in Alabama runnin Moonshine I'm rap killer, you wouldn't find a iller hundred dollar biller I'm number one in Augusta, like J.C. Like little Herman from Pittsburgh you pay me Like Zack Thomas and Frank Molten I be the young nigga half the death, leave his ass floatin Like Bumpy Johnson and beautiful rain Without the street life I'd rather be dead, I swear I been here [HOOK:] Feel Like I Been There I seen murder scenes, drugs I been here before Send my blood to keep it raw, stay hardcore, c'mon, yeah Feel Like I Been Here I bust guns, push nines, and snuffed out lives From the south to the city only tryin to survive Bigger than nine to five, I been here before Bold and ready to die, I been here before Cocked and ready to spit, I been here before Names you shouldn't forget, they been here before, uh [Verse 2] I studied science, social studies, and math At the school of hard knocks, if you follow the path Aint nothin funny here son, so if you wanna laugh Harlem World's red illin, I put three in your ass Cuz it's more about this money even more than that I'm tryin to spread it through my own hood, givin it back Like Munky Jackson, I be back son Cats are blast, screamin my mac, it's black son Shit I keep it real nigga I'm cold-blooded when I iceberg Spittin game off my lips every word like none you never heard Like little Willie from B-More Uptown, Saturday night, little C-More Ill like the Infamous I scare to death Had them niggas up in Buffalo, holdin they breath Malcolm X Boulevard pushin that P Hoes callin me ferrels, and they smilin at me That's what they wanna see, they call me ribbons up in Louisville Gator wing tips, 44, two spare clips In Chocolate City I was Catfish Any nigga ever disrespect me, he get his head split Like Reverend Mills and from Chi-Town Can't nobody ever ever deny, how I laid it down These mini games like souvenirs Man I swear to everything that I am I know I been here Uh huh, c'mon [HOOK]