Mr. Metaphor - Ressurection Rap lyrics

[Verse 1: Poison Pen] Son, we stay block-roaming Look at my garb, dog. I look like a black Roman My dirty cover half my face Trees on where the bark is just right. The colors on my jersey Play off the nice goon feelings Get a vest coat, jack at Mitchell & Ness, looking for A O.J throwback. Heavyset Keep your face scowled up. Give me a second look, sh** Hit you with a second hook—not them eight-bar. Sinks holy ships Chair music canaries around your head could f**ing sing along with Broads love me ‘cause I sling that p**n dick Run with a New York Met—not Mike Piazza We keep bats and gloves, so I got the right to rob ya Pumpkinhead co*ky, jump out and skeet The only shells y'all spit out is sunflower seeds [Hook: Pumpkinhead] We three dudes on one track. You beating us Is when Jesus come back. Resurrection, apocalypse rap End of days, yo, we co*king it back Y'all n***as wack. Shut the f** up, put a sock in your trap We like young guns, regulate, chop ‘em like crack Y'all don't want none. We heavyweights, boxing ‘em back Y'all n***as wack. Shut the f** up, put a sock in your trap We like young guns, regulate, chop ‘em like crack What? [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] We some players from the Himalayas. When I say, “Players” I don't mean ice or gators P and P definitely gonna shock the majors Peep the steez, creep with ease. There's a lot of haters Y'all don't want it. I'm bionic. You still smoke sticky chronic Don't make me pull out the rocket and co*k it like Sticky's optic I'm brand-new. Y'all spit out old sh** like a colonic a**holes, don't block my cash flow I'm from Park Slope. He from the block of N.A. Rock Together, we're like the Hulk and Juggernaut We're the tropical fantasy, we ghetto, spit metal bars Leave hella scars. Tell your squad they'll be next to God I'm getting better. I'll turn into a human shredder Leave you laid up on a stretcher, holier than Freddy Krueger's sweater Me and Met Brooklyn-Ac'-affiliated Y'all really hate it. Peace to The Plague. We a part of greatness [Hook: Pumpkinhead] We three dudes on one track. You beating us Is when Jesus come back. Resurrection, apocalypse rap End of days, yo, we co*king it back Y'all n***as wack. Shut the f** up, put a sock in your trap We like young guns, regulate, chop ‘em like crack Y'all don't want none. We heavyweights, boxing ‘em back Y'all n***as wack. Shut the f** up, put a sock in your trap We like young guns, regulate, chop ‘em like crack What? [Verse 3: Mr. Metaphor] Ayyo, it's Poison—run to the store and get that vaccine It's Pumpkinhead, Metaphor, we gonna stack green And get money. You taking food from the plate You dead, dummy, get rudely awakened—step, sonny Brooklyn-repping. Downtown, the hood is Getting liver. Breaking world, we're getting higher Roll the Dutch. I'll hold L's with a cobra-clutch And blow lines that'll blow you up We Strongholding. The Words A' Mouth Leave the song swollen. We all chosen to run this sh** You are now on the mothership We taking flight, breaking night. The snakes'll bite Focus in on this and make a wish We'll make you rich. Just raise your fist And solemnly swear the honor is there. There's time to prepare It's on now. Son, we finally there [Hook: Pumpkinhead] We three dudes on one track. You beating us Is when Jesus come back. Resurrection, apocalypse rap End of days, yo, we co*king it back Y'all n***as wack. Shut the f** up, put a sock in your trap We like young guns, regulate, chop ‘em like crack Y'all don't want none. We heavyweights, boxing ‘em back Y'all n***as wack. Shut the f** up, put a sock in your trap We like young guns, regulate, chop ‘em like crack What? [Outro: Pumpkinhead] Yeah, yeah, yeah. Poison Pen. Uh huh. Yeah. Pumpkinhead. My n***a Metaphor. Uh. Will Tell on the beat, yo. Check it out. Uh. Himalaya players. What? Heh. Himalaya players. What? Heh. Himalaya players. Uh. Yodel. Uh. Yodel, yodel, yodel