Foxxx released his first LP, Freddie Foxxx Is Here in (1989) through MCA Records. He soon parted ways with the label and became a member of Queen Latifah's Flavor Unit establishment. In 1993, Foxxx was preparing to release his sophomore LP, Crazy Like A Foxxx, through Epic Records when the label unexpectedly decided to shelve it. Leader of the badest motorcycle gang krupt mob.
Foxxx then began to be known more for his cameos on songs by Boogie Down Productions, Naughty By Nature, M.O.P., Missin Linx and, most notably, his appearance on Gang Starr's The Militia from their Moment Of Truth album (1998). The song was issued as a single, building a buzz for Foxxx and helping him to prep for his next full-length release.
This time around he applied the lessons he'd learnt from previous experiences with major record labels, and went the independent route. His album, Industry Shakedown would become the best-selling independently released album of 2000. The LP featured production from hip hop heavyweights DJ Premier, Pete Rock and The Alchemist. The members of M.O.P. provided the albums only cameo.
After the success of Industry Shakedown, Foxxx once again moved labels from Landspeed Records to BBE Records and released his third official album, Konexion (2003). A less commercially successful affair, the album was nevertheless faithful to its predecessor in terms of style and content and featured contributions from frequent collaborator DJ Premier, DJ Clark Kent and Foxxx himself under the alias of Hidden Agenda.
Foxxx was shouted out at the end of Tupac Shakur's classic diss song "Hit 'Em Up" (video version).
Foxxx made significant contributions to the WWE SmackDown! vs. RAW 2006 soundtrack. He contributed two songs, and made a guest appearance on another song. He also produced all of the hip hop songs under his alias.
In 2006, he released a mixtape called Street Triumph, in anticipation of his fifth album, Amerikkan Black Man.
Inside Your Head
Bumpy Knuckles Lyrics
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And I will rise against thee with the force of a
thousand men
And in your fall, I will remind you of an industry
designed to see me fail
There will be no shelter against my rage
I will approach you with no good intention
And reign down on you like hell fire and destroy you!
I destroy all you MCs till my mouth goes dry
Or either one of us die
I'm in this motherfucker's head like B-R-A-I
N, I spit one, then spit again
Then I turn like a cobra and spit it at his friend
You niggas afraid of me, oh that's so gay to me
Shot a nigga for shaking my hand too long, don't play with me
I make niggas wanna be hard and thugged out
Baggy pants and black (?) looking all bugged out
So let me tell you what a thug about
When I walk into a room it becomes Dog Day Afternoon
And niggas break the fuck out
Bring ya rabbit's foot, I'll blow your luck out
I'll kill all you niggas and pull a navy hearse truck out
So save your wake ass verse for daytime talk TV
Cuz I'll return you and let you keep ya jewels and chalk BVs
My heart is dirty and skeevy
Man, I would see any one of you niggas
if I was Ray Charles or Stevie, ha!
(Can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)
It's Bumpy Knux, nigga what?
Come on!
(Can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherfucker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(Cuz I am in...side your head)
(?) uncontrollable and wild
And I stand like I stand with two fours in my hand
I bring back the running man
I hear voices in my head that say "Bumpy can't, damn"
So when I hear niggas say I can't do something, I get pissed off
Cause I'm Poke-man, digging your wrist off
Trying to find the main vein that turns your exist off
Real niggas waited for my flow
Like they waited for Mandela to show
So all these phony ass niggas out here know
Your faker than a nigga fronting like his back got hurt
at a fender bender - I call her, send her
She'll flip ya, so them craze up in ya
She know you like it on your belly, got them gays up in ya
So I say: La Di Da Di, I'll shoot up your party
If you ain't heard by now, you'd better ask somebody
Niggas trying to cut my throat, I'm still spitting from the neck
If you still disrespect, you'll still get the Tek
Come on! Get the fuck off me, nigga
(Can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)
It's Bumpy Knux, nigga what?
Come on!
(Can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherfucker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(Cuz I am in...side your head)
You ain't no motherfuckin thug, you ain't shot nobody
I'm wild like niggas up north that ain't got nobody
I'll put the infrared on ya, leave your body all dotty
Or I'll 6 and 7 piece ya, leave ya forehead all knotty
You niggas can't spit on the tracks that I spit on
You niggas are scared of the type of niggas I shit on
You wanna ride my style? Get on
I'll take you through so many one sided singles
ain't no more joints to sin on
These rap niggas are mi-dad (?) on
How do you niggas ride in the car with this nigga,
with that shit on?
I'm sick and tired of Nore and his "What, What, What"
Write some rhymes, nigga, or get his shit up up up
I'll beat you till your face is made ugly like Biz
If you ever open your mouth to ask me what a Memph Bleek is
This week is, Bumpy Week celebrated
And be glad that the bad kid from the neighborhood made it
The last album you dropped, kid, hate it
Man the only thing I'll do for your life, nigga, is complicate it
So come at me with that sideways twisted talk
I'll put the 4 pound in your mouth, B, and lift your thoughts
I'm the wildest nigga in New York
So nigga shut your fuckin mouth up when I talk
Come on, I make Reverend Run Reverend Walk
And kill female MCs like a chicken hawk
It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, ha!
(Can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)
It's Bumpy Knux, nigga what?
Come on!
(Can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherfucker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(Cuz I am in...side your head)
(Can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)
It's Bumpy Knux, nigga what?
Come on!
(Can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherfucker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(Cuz I am in...side your head)
The lyrics of Bumpy Knuckles' song "Inside Your Head" bring out a sense of vengeance and anger towards his enemies. He emphasizes that he will rise against his enemies with the force of a thousand men and destroy them without any shelter. Bumpy Knuckles also points out the industry that was designed to see him fail and reminds his enemies of its existence when they fall. He then goes ahead to spit fiery rhymes and raps of his greatness as an MC and how he destroys all other rappers until his throat is dry. Bumpy Knuckles also exhibits his confidence, saying his heart is dirty and skeevy, and he would still kill any of his enemies even if he were Ray Charles or Stevie Wonder.
Bumpy Knuckles takes a no-holds-barred approach, threatening his enemies with violence and bragging about his unique style of rapping. He is not afraid to talk about shooting someone for shaking his hand too long and makes naysayers know that he can do anything they said he can't. He also identifies himself as the wildest nigga in New York, capable of making Reverend Run Reverend Walk and killing female MCs like a chicken hawk. Bumpy Knuckles proves that he is the real deal, and listeners can feel the anger, frustration, and intensity in his delivery.
Line by Line Meaning
Vengeance is mine against mine enemy
I am the one who will seek revenge on my enemies
And I will rise against thee with the force of a thousand men
I will rise and fight with a lot of power and strength against anyone who opposes me
And in your fall, I will remind you of an industry designed to see me fail
When you are defeated, it will remind you that the industry was designed to make me fail
There will be no shelter against my rage
No one will be safe or protected from my anger
I will approach you with no good intention
I will have ill intentions towards you when I approach you
And reign down on you like hell fire and destroy you!
I will come down on you with extreme intensity and power and destroy you
I destroy all you MCs till my mouth goes dry
I will defeat all other lyricists until I am out of breath
Or either one of us die
In our battle, either you or I will die
I'm in this motherfucker's head like B-R-A-I/N, I spit one, then spit again/Then I turn like a cobra and spit it at his friend
I am in this person's head and I continuously spit out rhymes. Then, I turn to his friend and spit at him as well
You niggas afraid of me, oh that's so gay to me/Shot a nigga for shaking my hand too long, don't play with me
You guys being afraid of me is ridiculous. I even shot someone for shaking my hand for too long, so don't mess with me
I make niggas wanna be hard and thugged out/Baggy pants and black (?) looking all bugged out
I make other men want to be tough, gangster-like with their baggy clothes and looking nervous
So let me tell you what a thug about/When I walk into a room it becomes Dog Day Afternoon/And niggas break the fuck out
I am the definition of a thug. When I enter a room, everyone gets scared and leaves
Bring ya rabbit's foot, I'll blow your luck out/I'll kill all you niggas and pull a navy hearse truck out
No one will be lucky if they go up against me. I will kill all of them and pull a navy hearse truck out to take them away
So save your wake ass verse for daytime talk TV/Cuz I'll return you and let you keep ya jewels and chalk BVs
Don't even try to battle me because I will return you defeated, and you can keep your jewelry and recording contracts with chalk body outlines on them
My heart is dirty and skeevy/Man, I would see any one of you niggas/if I was Ray Charles or Stevie, ha! (Can you, feel me?)
I am dirty and not to be trusted. I would see anyone who opposes me dead, even if I was a blind musician. (Do you understand me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!? (Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)/It's Bumpy Knux, nigga what?/Come on! (Can you, can you, hear me?)/Can you hear me motherfucker?!?/I'm talking to you! (Cuz I am in...side your head)
Do you understand what I am saying? (Featuring Freddie Foxxx and Bumpy Knux). This is Bumpy Knux, what do you want? (Can you hear me?) (Can you hear me, you motherfucker?) I am in your mind
(?) uncontrollable and wild/And I stand like I stand with two fours in my hand/I bring back the running man
I am wild and uncontrollable, and I stand confidently with two guns in my hand, and I even bring back a dance move from the 80s called the running man
I hear voices in my head that say "Bumpy can't, damn"/So when I hear niggas say I can't do something, I get pissed off/Cause I'm Poke-man, digging your wrist off/Trying to find the main vein that turns your exist off
Sometimes I hear negative thoughts that say I can't do something, so it makes me angry. I am unstoppable like the fictional character, Pokemon. I will dig your wrist trying to find the main vein that will end your life
Real niggas waited for my flow/Like they waited for Mandela to show/So all these phony ass niggas out here know/Your faker than a nigga fronting like his back got hurt at a fender bender - I call her, send her
True fans waited for me to come back and perform again, like some people waited to see Nelson Mandela. I'm telling all the fake people out there, that they are acting like they got hurt in a minor accident. I am calling them out and defeating them
She'll flip ya, so them craze up in ya/She know you like it on your belly, got them gays up in ya/So I say: La Di Da Di, I'll shoot up your party
She will hurt you and get all the craziness out of you. She knows you like to be taken from behind because you have gay tendencies. I don't care, I'll ruin your party!
If you ain't heard by now, you'd better ask somebody/Niggas trying to cut my throat, I'm still spitting from the neck/If you still disrespect, you'll still get the Tek
If you don't know yet, you better find out. People are trying to hurt me, but I am still fighting back. If you disrespect me, I will hurt you still
Come on! Get the fuck off me, nigga/You ain't no motherfuckin thug, you ain't shot nobody/I'm wild like niggas up north that ain't got nobody/I'll put the infrared on ya, leave your body all dotty
Get off me, you are not a true gangster to me, you have not killed anyone. I am as wild as people locked up in prisons without anyone to care for them. I will shoot you with an infrared gun and leave you with many bullet holes
Or I'll 6 and 7 piece ya, leave ya forehead all knotty/You niggas can't spit on the tracks that I spit on/You niggas are scared of the type of niggas I shit on
I will punch you in the face, then land 6 or 7 more hits on you, giving you a noticeable bump on your forehead. You are not as good of a rapper as I am. You are afraid of the people that I battle and defeat
You wanna ride my style? Get on/I'll take you through so many one sided singles ain't no more joints to sin on/These rap niggas are mi-dad (?) on/How do you niggas ride in the car with this nigga, with that shit on?
If you want to copy my rap style, get ready for a bumpy ride. I will defeat you in any one on one battles. Other rappers are meaningless and trying too hard. How can you stand the person you are driving with who is playing that trash music?
I'm sick and tired of Nore and his "What, What, What"/Write some rhymes, nigga, or get his shit up up up/I'll beat you till your face is made ugly like BizIf you ever open your mouth to ask me what a Memph Bleek is
I am done with Nore's catchphrase, 'What, What, What'. Write some new rhymes or quit rapping altogether. I will beat you so much that your face will look like the rapper Biz Markie's face. If you ever ask me what Memph Bleek is, you'll be sorry as well
This week is, Bumpy Week celebrated/And be glad that the bad kid from the neighborhood made it/The last album you dropped, kid, hate it/Man the only thing I'll do for your life, nigga, is complicate it
This week is a celebration of Bumpy Knuckles. Be happy that the bad kid from the neighborhood made it this far. The last album you released was terrible. The only thing I will do to you is make your life more complicated
So come at me with that sideways twisted talk/I'll put the 4 pound in your mouth, B, and lift your thoughts/I'm the wildest nigga in New York/So nigga shut your fuckin mouth up when I talk
Don't talk to me with that flirty side talk. I will place my heavyweight gun in your mouth and make you lose your thoughts. I am the wildest person in New York. So shut up when I am speaking
Come on, I make Reverend Run Reverend Walk/And kill female MCs like a chicken hawk/It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, ha!
I make even a reverend like Rev Run lose his spirit. I am so good that I am like a hawk and kill every female rapper I go up against. This is Bumpy Knuckles, baby!
Contributed by Hailey D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@eaglesdontflywithseagulls1239
20 years later and still undisputed.. Bumpy this whole album banger.. I'm 37 and still fuck with this shittt
@teshplefzwl5778
Agree ✊
@nuaapeerlink6746
43 and still bang this in the truck LOUD
@elliotmarsh3567
35 and love it too!
@pranc236
Yeap. Im 40 and approve this message!
@cmdeeqtee7057
Always loved this song
@nelsonsaunders6449
Probably the hardest shit ever composed.
@DM-xx6ot
Came out year I got sent down 2000. Was given to me by a guy met inside that year, still best mates to this day 20 years later. Pure old skool fire straight up 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥. The wing listened whether they liked or not haha
@derekhugh
NIGUZ TRY TO CUT MY THROAT
I STILL SPIT FROM THE NECK
IF U STILL DISRESPECT???
YOU STILL GET THE TEK .
@ronmack7885
When this album came out, it is in the top five best rap albums for that year!