Mr. Metaphor - The Unusual Jam (Vocal) lyrics

[Intro: Pumpkinhead] Ha! Brooklyn Ac. Once again. No doubt. We do it like this. Block McCloud. Pumpkinhead. Metaphor. [?] [Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor] As I spark the mic possession, heads can't see me like a priest in confession Am-I-wrong?-session, second guessing [?] push ‘em 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 [?] [Too close to?] jokes—I got more than Joe Torry More stories than Maury. [?] Step to the boards and get scraped like f**ing papi [?] 'cause you're sloppy. Style got me sick and Tired. I battle Kentucky but he got chicken sh**ty. Ate him up and spit it like a balle- Rina. I'm keen ta. I make ya brain [?] [?]. Biting, I'll burn a mouth like mustard Bust it. I'm stabbing emcees with all the mics I rusted Thus combusted. Discard ya mind like the [?] Cost you a dollar to step inside my collar See ‘em 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 [?] than [?] 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 them 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 [?] 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 doggystyle position If you're wondering, “can I [?],” 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 [?] reverse So you could understand this wasn't rehearsed But it's thumbs up like Siskel and Ebert, I keep [?] in 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 [sound?] profile of Alfred Hitchco*k I change styles like tigers in a pitstop 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 [?]. 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 sound like emeralds rhymed with generals You wet it when it's time to set it. You still tryna find ya genitals Then you bite lines identical to mines But I got more raps all around than tentacles and vines My lyrics scrumming on you and it's painful like a lesion Disease-infested flows nesting in ya chest—ya wheezing You breathing through a crazy straw, leaving you asthmatic [?] six-pack of lead kick back like [?] My .38 Special make ya disk herniate Vertebrate discombobulate, disturb ya fate for tryna perpetrate My papers circulate, getting a hundred dollar tips You seeking scholarships, tryna 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 Rocan 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