The Key lyrics

[Intro: Bumpy Knuckles]
Whattup? GRRRR!!! GRRRR!!! Yeah! HA HA HA HA HA! Awww man. Put it in!

[Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles]
Bumpy Knuckles is the key
To a part of a motherf*cker that helped him figure out who he be
F-O-X times three
The first two in trainin, the third has a famous MC
Labels don't sign me
Unless you willin to restructure yo' sh*t and put the bucks behind me
I'm a nationwide G
Goons in countries that I can't pronounce but they beside me
Bumpin hot beats
Car doors jumpin', them Kenwood's pumpin'
Under my seat
Two big butt b*tches and a brick of that kick it back in the bag
Under my seat
Stamp the bag boom bap, hit the DJ's and move that
Underground heat
Yeah
Keep rockin'
While the mainstream demises and underground rises
The truth shows up, in all shapes and sizes
I'm not political but understand politics
So I go to the street with all that gutter wally sh*t
n*ggas ain't really your man's and 'em
Especially when you feel like you gotta put hands on 'em
So I keep my gun around peeps
That really ain't peeps
Rock on
Listen
It's not my job to fix hip hop
I didn't f*ck it up
I put flavor in it suck it up
A war is goin on and n*ggas standin 'round takin swagger shots
Claimin hip hop and havin knots
As it appears I appear, hear me bangin'
Got the hammer in your ear, pinky ringin'
Music don't leak
Unless you got a whole in your team (Solar type sh*t)
We call 'em studio creeps
Yes! Beats by the Perminator, vocals by the Terminator
Salute to haters and all the attention that give a n*gga
Bloggers thank you for makin me a bigger n*gga
Cause I gotta eat
Turn the mic on and put a plate on the stage and watch me engage
In a Year Round feast
DJ Premier is the chef, Bumpy Knuckles is the waiter, data
Gets stored through the drive through the mic via Sata
Serve cold, heard hot made a
'Nother banger with Premier, 'nother notch in my career
From haters to downplay the sound say
Grinders don't sleep
Late night session with a spirit
That's tellin me they can't wait to hear it
Spirit, I know you see these foul cats doin foul sh*t
So I confirm it continue to spit the wild sh*t
Underground beef, get clapped into patties
Then fried and served with fries
Like a ton of ground beef
Legacy of famous MC's
Minimized, to a blue check verified
Why?!
Beef between radio stations, slowed down music production
People don't have patience
So they movin on
And they playin imitations
Make since cause real n*ggas beefin' over fake sh*t
It's some fake sh*t, backstage is a makeshift
Prison cell n*ggas can't survive the game
At the rate we goin, that's why they hate me flowin'
I exposed these n*ggas for stabbin, hip hop in the back
Word up, guess who's back