Mcs Come And Mcs Go Lyrics

Mcs Come And Mcs Go lyrics

"Shaquita your mother's at the door, Shaquita your mother's at my door



She said you shoulda been home at 11:30, she's at my door"







Intro:



Check it out party people in the house we wanna set the party off right



right about now, with the hottest underground MC in the game, that's



right it's Bumpy Knuckles baby, and we came to show you the diverse flow



part of what we're 'bout to do today, so if you ready throw your hands



in the air while we freak it like thi, thi, thi, thi- thi- thi thi this







[Verse 1]



Clap your hands and stomp your feet



While we rock to the sounds of the Bumpy beat, the Bumpy beat



You never heard me flow this slow



So I thought that I would do it just to let you know



I'm still nice with my M I C



I still put the hottest niggas on I C E



I'm down with Guru and DJ Premier



I'd like to thank y'all both for bringin me here



Now, back to the business while you clappin your hands



It's been a while since you've seen a real MC



These niggas make me feel thin



With all these gangstas around wit it's



You're rockin with the best



I live a hard knock life, I wear a hard knock vest



Wanna give me a hard knock test



I have your little kids screamin



I'm so hard that after me



You need a Will Smith song to appreciate life



I'm like Eddie in Tibet



Fuck the bald head boy I want the, the, the mic



Let's take it back to union square



Can I grab the mic and MC in here



Well if so let's start class



Pharoah say rub on your titties Bumpy say rub on your ass







HOOK:



MCs come and MCs go



I'm one of the few MCs left with MC flow



So when MCs come in, MCs know



If they can't MC then they got to go



Now everybody light it up now HO...



Take it deep inside your body and breathe...



Let it out











[Verse 2]



Rock rock y'all I wanna give it to the thugs



So they can bring it inside the party and spread it out to everybody



"Yo Bumpy look" Omigod, what is this



Got your hands in your pocket tryin to hide that icy wrist



Now did you think I would miss, all that glitter and jewel



When you know I rob a nigga, just too well



"It's not mine Bumpy" do tell



I wonder if I stick this knife in yo' ass would they hear you yell



It's nice to jack a nigga before you get on stage



And watch him standing in the crowd still cheering you and shit



I'm nice y'all, like Gretzky and ice ball



Wanna fuck Scary Spice not once but twice y'all



I rocked in London and the crowd was yelling



Bumpy Knucks is the MC that we be feelin



Hennesey was a popular drink and it still is



Look what it done to Arnold and Willis



The real heads gon feel this



My mic is kinda like my Vanderblast Jag only I wheel this



Now let's take it back to Union Square



Can I grab the mic and make it hot in here



Well if so let's make it hot to the beat y'all, and you don't stop







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[Verse 3]



Keep it on y'all, to the funky sound



Fuck hate me baby you can hump me now



All the ladies in the house that's sick and tired of sayin ow



Take just one minute and ask these rap niggas how



They can get on stage and rap like that



How you expect to get pussy after the show with crap like that



I bring the element, I remember like an elephant



When selling crack and jewels was not so relevent



But times are harder than blind man's chest



Big up my little man Big L, in peace he rests



It's not many niggas spittin like it used to be



So I'ma hang around here y'all get used to me



All the gangstas in the house with they separate crews



When these corporate ass kissers gon accept the news



That black people get nothing but the blues



And we lost at the white folks back in the fifties and sixty two



I been to school, and I spit at MCs



Until they spin 360 degrees and then they pass out



Not gas out, and I'm not stoppin



While the hoes is still jockin and your head is still boppin



I flinch, don't fuck you and keep the bed rockin



Jump from ass to ass so I know I'm hip hoppin



Now let's take it back to Union Square



Can I grab the mic and MC in here



Well if so let's keep it tight



While the real MCs take control of this mic







CHORUS