[Intro: Pumpkinhead]
Yeah. This the intro. Gyphted, hit ‘em!
[Verse: Pumpkinhead]
I'mma test the waters with a new style
And keep my integrity—just let me know if I go too wild
Like Busta Rhymes, I'm unappreciated
Destined for greatness and being called a legend a bunch of times
But my rhymes don't equate to dimes
And somewhere down the line
In your mind, you got sidetracked
So in hindsight, I take my time
If you press rewind, you'll find
Messages in my rhyme to free your minds
Yeah, that's where I'm at
Picture that clique? Nah, don't picture this sh** ‘cause his sh** fraudulent
Try to play me out like an accordion
So according to hood rules
I'm ______ on this fool like doors on a DeLorean
I won't say names ‘cause that'll give you fame
And you don't deserve to be at the podium
Like this valedictorian (that's me)
Chun-Li vs. Scorpion
Like Capcom, get capped on in front of your home audience
This ain't about hate or even being a bully
It's about handshakes, a man's word, and you fooled me (liar)
You got your story and I got mine
And those who choose to believe you will find that in good times
You can't buy your way to amnesty
You're not an element—you represent a devil's mentality
A wolf in sheep's clothes, a snake in Eve's hair
P's here all the time and you appear every leap year
You can't picture this, so picture that
Can't picture this, so picture that
I picture that, don't picture this
‘Cause his sh** fraudulent
They say that I'm the one son from the third rock from the Sun
To sum it up: I've got fire in my lungs
I bring a light to the slums while you bums still selling jumbs
k**ing the hood one by one (grow up)
Have you no heart? Like the Tin Man?
I'm fly with a twenty-by-five wingspan
I'm worth more than ten grand
I'm the king, man—the underground's wingman
I rep because failure is not an option
I son you kids like adoption
Never k**ed no one with a gun, but I got one
I shot one. A shotgun
Gift to drop drums
I'm on it, like a hi-hat over a dry track
Like a drought, I
Charge like credit cards when I
Max out, 3-D visual
Violence, I silence the individuals
No-time offenders, liars
Habitual science-fiction criminals
That wallow in the mire
Your girl's my fan
She likes to swallow me entire-ly
When I emcee independently
That means I am free
I shine so vibrantly, come on
[Outro: Pumpkinhead]
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