Scram
dj jazzy jeff feat. freddie foxxx Lyrics


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[Intro]
yo, now its time
I want everybody to listen
Come on
Cause when I get on the mic and do my thing
You need to listen
Reach out and feel this
Check it out

[Verse 1]
Rockin is a state of mind for niggaz who really do it
Leavin suckaz behind and can't move through it
You cut a throat to do better than niggaz doing better
But you can't cut the neck of the second letter
you MP knucks rappers get swung like trucks
Niggaz swearing that he nice when he really suck
And yo ruck why do rappers say they thugs and gangstas
When they halloween dress up nigga panty hose
Acting like he hard with them new edition candy girl flow
I'm funky like george sir knows
I'm real like tax time you try to escape
I clamp down on your real estate and your fake estate
That means everything rented borrowed stolen
And anything you might be holdin
I Come like ?? it us
Under pressure buss it
Philly soul reaching
Bumpy heart touching
Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe
I'm bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast
And be dead centre chest like the gold medallion
That hangs around a neck on a old italian

[Chorus]
Scram kid your new to me you bother (that's right its bumpy knuckles)
Cause I know you niggaz really ain't thugs
you trying to be hardcore but you really not
I'll write your eulogy you bother me(that's right)
It'll be no help from family or friends
nobody can really help you now

[Verse 2]
Here I am the real emcee
Writing off sucka emcees like I'm dmc
Little killers in the bm 3
Follow one be in the black 600 with the one true v
I'm in V12 but wherever I dwell
They bust for me in heaven they bust for me from hell
Cause I'm still hot any rapper I fear not
I give it to you raw like my pops was gil scott
Mama was jill scott
Humming melodies
My head on her chest feeling the bass in her breast
Time nor space exists for the man
That knows the eternal
Don't make me return you
You can pull it out
Wave it no doubt
But before you bust it off
here's one to think about
Come to bumpy get your heart tested
If you pass you'll be passing out
I'm blasting in and I'm blasting out

[Chorus]
Scram kid your new to me you bother me (that's right)
Cause I know why'all niggaz really ain't thugs
you trying to be hardcore but you're not (your not)
I'll write your eulogy you bother me
It'll be no help from family or friends
nobody can really help you now (come on)

[Verse 3]
I'm more convinced now than on a part on my life
That I'm a die with rhyming kids and a rhyming wife
I'm a body every nigga that ever did me trife
That's word to great grand grandma indian and her carving knife
I'm power in its finest hour ask queen latifah
Whose the hardest rap gansgta that she'll ever speak ta
You better check my record
Matter fact check my album industry shook down
Niggaz is shook down
Its time for revolution
Cause I see booty its wax prostitution
'I'm the chairmen of busting niggaz with chairs
Cracking niggaz heads open with heineken beers
Most people see my shadow black and wide
But can't see my heart black with pride
Cause you got a devil inside
Plotting for the spot where the late great biggie reside
I be a father like big chuck
Raising my son and keep the enemy close
And bust their gun
I step to a few niggaz and made em all one
With a 16 shot beretta that I call fun
Music must reflect the time time reflect the music
The shorty come correct if you next to use it
From lil bow wow to lil zane
I told lista kane brother little daddy shane
I always spit a nigga name
And hope to god he answer then I get all in his body
Like a nasty cancer
I take honour and take pride in the mic and I fight for it
Like it was a civil rights baby

[Chorus 2x]
Scram kid your new to me you bother (bumpy knuckles)
Cause I know why'all niggaz really ain't thugs
you trying to be hardcore but you really not (not baby)
I'll write your eulogy you bother me
It'll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now

Scram kid your new to me you bother
Cause I know you niggaz really ain't thugs
you trying to be hardcore but you really not (your not)
I'll write your eulogy you bother me
It'll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now





Lets go

Overall Meaning

The song "Scram," featuring Freddie Foxxx, is a commentary on the state of the rap and hip-hop industry, specifically focusing on the authenticity and credibility of artists who claim to be "hardcore" or "thugs." The lyrics are inherently critical of artists who are trying too hard to project a persona rather than allowing their music to emerge authentically.


The first verse calls out rappers who are cutting throats and trying to do better than others, but without true talent. He sees through their act and says that they can't even cut the neck of the second letter, meaning they cannot even live up to the next guy in the game. He also notes how rappers are claiming to be gangsters and playing dress-up by wearing panty hose, and that their rhymes are like New Edition's Candy Girl, a knock at their unoriginal beats. The second verse has a lot of personal touches, including references to Bumpy's mother and child.


The chorus reiterates the idea that Bumpy sees through those trying to be hardcore or thug, and he states he will write their eulogy because they do not intimidate him. He also notes that no one can help these fake thugs once he sets his sights on them.


Overall, "Scram" is a commentary on the importance of authenticity in music and is critical of artists who try too hard to project a persona rather than allowing their music to emerge authentically. It also promotes the idea of speaking up and speaking out against fake personas to promote real art.


Line by Line Meaning

Rockin is a state of mind for niggaz who really do it
True rockin comes from those who truly live it


Leavin suckaz behind and can't move through it
Leaving behind those who can't keep up


You cut a throat to do better than niggaz doing better
You harm others to do better than those who are already successful


But you can't cut the neck of the second letter
You can't surpass those who came before you


you MP knucks rappers get swung like trucks
You weak rappers get taken down easily


Niggaz swearing that he nice when he really suck
People claim to be talented when they aren't


And yo ruck why do rappers say they thugs and gangstas
Why do rappers pretend to be tough and violent?


When they halloween dress up nigga panty hose
In reality, they are just dressing up in costume


Acting like he hard with them new edition candy girl flow
Trying to act tough with soft music


I'm funky like george sir knows
I am truly funky and people know it


I'm real like tax time you try to escape
I am as real as the inevitability of tax season, cannot be avoided


I clamp down on your real estate and your fake estate
I will take control over both your real and fake possessions


That means everything rented borrowed stolen
I will take everything, regardless of how it was acquired


And anything you might be holdin
Any possessions you may still have


I Come like ?? it us
I come like a sudden and unstoppable force


Under pressure buss it Philly soul reaching Bumpy heart touching
Creating music that reflects the heart of Philly and touches listeners' souls


Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe
I am not a strange or awkward creature, but a skilled musician like Jazzy Jeff


I'm bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast
I am Bumpy Knuckles, fast to take down opponents like Mumia Abu-Jamal


And be dead centre chest like the gold medallion
Hitting opponents precisely in the chest like a gold medallion


That hangs around a neck on a old italian
Like a classic Italian gold necklace


Scram kid your new to me you bother
You are irrelevant and annoying to me


Cause I know you niggaz really ain't thugs
I know that you are not truly tough or dangerous


you trying to be hardcore but you really not
You are attempting to be hard and intimidating when you are not


I'll write your eulogy you bother me
I will take you down and leave you for dead, as you are a nuisance to me


It'll be no help from family or friends
No one will come to your aid or support you


nobody can really help you now
You are on your own and cannot be saved


Here I am the real emcee
I am the true and genuine emcee


Writing off sucka emcees like I'm dmc
Taking out cowardly emcees, like DMC


Little killers in the bm 3
Riding with young, deadly passengers in a BMW 3 Series


Follow one be in the black 600 with the one true v
Following one who is driving a black 600 with a true V engine


I'm in V12 but wherever I dwell
I ride in a V12 engine car, but I can thrive wherever I am


They bust for me in heaven they bust for me from hell
I am respected both in the living and the afterlife


Cause I'm still hot any rapper I fear not
I am still at the top of my game and have no fear of other rappers


I give it to you raw like my pops was gil scott
I give it to you unfiltered like my father, Gil Scott-Heron


Mama was jill scott, Humming melodies
My mother, Jill Scott, sang beautiful harmonies


My head on her chest feeling the bass in her breast
Feeling the music and rhythm inside of her


Time nor space exists for the man That knows the eternal
The eternal exists outside of the constraints of time and space for those who understand it


Don't make me return you
Don't make me send you back to where you came from (i.e. return you to the dust)


You can pull it out Wave it no doubt
You can show off your weapon if you want, but it won't intimidate me


But before you bust it off here's one to think about
Think twice before you use it, as the consequences will be severe


Come to bumpy get your heart tested If you pass you'll be passing out
If you want to test me, be prepared to be overwhelmed and faint


I'm blasting in and I'm blasting out
I come in hard and leave just as quickly


I'm more convinced now than on a part on my life That I'm a die with rhyming kids and a rhyming wife
I am more certain than ever that I will die as a rapper with my family by my side


I'm a body every nigga that ever did me trife
I will take down anyone who has wronged me


That's word to great grand grandma indian and her carving knife
Swearing on the legacy of my great grandmother and her sharp knife


I'm power in its finest hour ask queen latifah
I am at my most powerful, ask Queen Latifah


Whose the hardest rap gansgta that she'll ever speak ta
She knows that I am the toughest rapper she has ever encountered


You better check my record Matter fact check my album industry shook down
If you doubt my skills, check my record and my album sales that have shaken the music industry


Niggaz is shook down Its time for revolution
Others are scared and it is time for a revolution


Cause I see booty its wax prostitution
I see shallow materialism and commodification of women in the music industry


'I'm the chairmen of busting niggaz with chairs
I am the leader of taking down opponents, even with just a chair


Cracking niggaz heads open with heineken beers
Taking out opponents with beer bottles, even from a premium brand like Heineken


Most people see my shadow black and wide
My reputation and impact is large and undeniable, casting a wide shadow


But can't see my heart black with pride
But they cannot see the passion and pride that fuels my success


Cause you got a devil inside
Others have a negative energy inside of them


Plotting for the spot where the late great biggie reside
Trying to take over the spot where the late and great Notorious B.I.G. once reigned


I be a father like big chuck
I strive to be a father figure, like Big Chuck


Raising my son and keep the enemy close And bust their gun
I will raise my son and stay close to my enemies, but will take them down with my own weapons


I step to a few niggaz and made em all one
I have the power to unite formerly opposing sides


With a 16 shot beretta that I call fun
Using my weapon as a source of entertainment and fun


Music must reflect the time time reflect the music
Music should reflect and respond to the current times, and vice versa


The shorty come correct if you next to use it
You better come correct if you want to use the mic next to me


From lil bow wow to lil zane
Irrelevant and unskilled rappers from Lil Bow Wow to Lil Zane


I told lista kane brother little daddy shane
Giving advice to Lista Kane, and even to her brother Little Daddy Shane


I always spit a nigga name
I always call out the names of my opponents in my music


And hope to god he answer then I get all in his body
Hoping that my opponents respond in order to take them down in my music


Like a nasty cancer
Taking them down like a disease


I take honour and take pride in the mic and I fight for it
I have pride and honor in my skills as an emcee and I will fight to maintain my position


Like it was a civil rights baby
I will fight for this mic like the civil rights movement fought for equality and justice


Scram kid your new to me you bother
You are irrelevant and bothersome to me


you trying to be hardcore but you really not
You are attempting to be tough and intimidating, but failing


It'll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now
You cannot be saved or assisted by anyone at this point




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: FREDDIE FOXXX, KEVIN BROWN

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cen7ter

another classic joint

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+cen7ter pure classic

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