Pumpkinhead

Pumpkinhead - Alkaline 'n' Acid lyrics

rate me

(feat. Raiden) [Pumpkinhead] Yeah we finally here y'all Pumpkinhead, Marco Polo This is the album right here, "Orange Moon Over Brooklyn" SoulSpazm, c'mon let's go! This is the beginning of greatness, I broke out the Matrix Take a deep breath, open up your platelets And take this and make this your own, face it In case kids try to recreate this in clone I was spawned of a different breed, a bloodline of kings Downloaded into your dreams, in the form of MP3 Been on two labels, one took a break the other folded They didn't understand what I had was golden A leader amongst thieves, a warrior amongst men Since the age of 13, a savant with a pen Put me in front of a microphone I'll spit out a gem covered in phlegm, music I make it rough to the end Brooklyn born and bred, and I got the solution Drop all your acts, clean up your roster, stop the pollution Kids watchin illusions on TV, brainwashed So I wanna divert they attention and try not to lose 'em Are you with me? Or is this too much rebellion? Pumpkinhead is what they call me but I've been nicknamed a hellion I'm the fallin of the Berlin Wall, the end of apartheid The feelin of comin home from war and seein your moms with her arms wide I should be on the list of your all-time favorites Luckily I have patience; amazingly I will wait 'til hell freezes over, you gon' put me on your playlist At one time I had the underground in my hands I let you have it for a sec, now I'm back in demand No need to say my name, you already know who I am And I'm rollin through your town like a horse into the city of Troy All this fake thug shit, got me really annoyed You claim you a man, but in reality Like Tom Hanks in that movie _Big_, you're really a boy Give this kiddie a toy - to you label distributors that fronted on my music Eat a fat one, go sign the bullshit that's diluted I'm back, like Freddie, with an LP I hope you're ready for Alkaline 'n' Acid, the combination's deadly Yeah, what I told you man Hehe, this album is crazy Yo matter of fact I'ma stop, I'ma stop rhymin I'ma let my son spit [Pumpkinhead's son babbles for 13 seconds] [Pumpkinhead] And that's better than half y'all niggaz that's puttin records out right now We serious right now, that's rainin right there SoulSpazm, "Orange Moon Over Brooklyn," c'mon

Get this song at:  amazon.com  sheetmusicplus.com

Share your thoughts

0 Comments found