[Intro: Pumpkinhead]
Whooo! Hot! Brooklyn Ac'. Once again. No doubt. We do it like this. Block McCloud, Pumpkinhead, Metaphor mix up cliques herbally
[Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor]
As I spark the mic possession, heads can't see me like a priest in confession
In my wrong session, second-guess him, Met be pushing
Emcees to the limit ‘cause they soft like a cushion
Squashing, squishing, break you down like Play-Doh
The crowd get nervous when I take stand like [?]
Any move is fatal, k** the [sized story?]
Too close to jokes—I got more than Joe Torry
More stories than Maury Povich. Hard copy
Step to the boards and get scraped like f**ing poppy
Seeds 'cause you're sloppy. Style got me sick and
Tired. I battled Kentucky but he got chicken
sh**ty. Ate him up and spit it like a balle-
Rina. I'm keener. I make your brain mala-
Djusted. Biting, I'll burn a mouth like mustard
Bust it. I'm stabbing emcees with all the mics I rusted
Thus combusted. Discard your mind, like to holler
Cost you a dollar to step inside my coli-
Seum. Crews, I amuse like a -seum
I hit from every angle—you could say I'm geo-
Metric ‘cause Met be tricking, emcees go crazy
Comp-etition I stomp like Doug Lazy
You can't phase me. I got more strength than ptero
Emcees'll burn and get smeared with aloe vera
[Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2)
This ain't the usual jam that you listen to
It's a vibe session. Nod your head to this musical
Brooklyn Ac' just bounce to the beat like this
Bounce to the beat like this
[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]
First thing on my agenda is to wipe out emcee pretenders
Hit ‘em like a case of influenza
Remember: I dismember and disa**emble your mental
As I spit sharp lyrics that puncture your temple
It's as simple as a fifty piece puzzle when hot tracks start to rumble
Battle, I get on like Odd like Couple
Creating trouble, making you hit the bar, order doubles
Overdosing on the sh** I be saying
You're not a rapper. You make me laugh like Damon Wayans
n***as be ill and asking how I be spilling writtens
Flipping my diction to lead n***as in the back like doggy style position
If you're wondering: can I be stopped? I think not
‘Cause I'm hard to figure out like psychiatric ink blots
So bring cops and try to stop the riot
Shhh. Quiet. Now please hush
For a second while I kick this verse and, for it, not revert
So you could understand this wasn't rehearsed
But it's thumbs up like Siskel and Ebert. I keep searching my shirt pocket
Under my vest so when I rock it, I stay fresh like veggies in a Ziploc
My sh** is fat like the sad profile of Alfred Hitchco*k
I change styles like Tigers in a pit stop
So I'll never remain the same in this hip hop game
I'm gonna graffiti my name on the walls of fame
My n***as'll spark the beaties while I puff the Mary Jane
No one can claim that they beat me in competition
Stop your wishing. Stop and listen
Or get out ‘cause I'm hot like kitchens
Unless you're a female dog, stop b**hing
I'll make your watch stop ticking
I'll make noise like a Glock spitting
If you got it locked down, then I'm lock picking
(Bounce, bounce!)
[Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2)
This ain't the usual jam that you listen to
It's a vibe session. Nod your head to this musical
Brooklyn Ac' just bounce to the beat like this
Bounce to the beat like this
[Verse 3: Block McCloud]
I shine like emeralds, rhyme with generals
You wet it when it's time to set it. You still trying to find your genitals
Then you bite lines identical to mines
But I got more raps/wraps all around than tentacles and vines
My lyrics scrumming on you and it's painful like a lesion
Disease-infested flows nesting in your chest—you're wheezing
You're breathing through a crazy straw, leaving you asthmatic
Fled a six-pack of lead, kick back like crack-matic
My .38 Special made your disk herniate
Vertebrate discombobulate. Disturb your fate for trying to perpetrate
My papers circulate, getting a hundred dollar tips
You seeking scholarships, trying to follow this
Receiving hollow tips. I politic with the cream of the crop
That got the same dream to drop the dopes that the fiends'll cop
I've seen the top and the bottom of the barrel
[Seen the majors likely?]. The mind is like [?]
And through it all, my fluid fall like rain from Block McCloud
Got it locked and down. Porto Rock and proud
(Bounce, bounce!)
[Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2)
This ain't the usual jam that you listen to
It's a vibe session. Nod your head to this musical
Brooklyn Ac' just bounce to the beat like this
Bounce to the beat like this
[Outro: Brooklyn Academy]
*Hook Adlibs*