Pumpkinhead - 1995 Stretch & Bobbito Demo lyrics

[Intro (Overlapped with Hook): Pumpkinhead] Ah. Uh. Yo. Check it out one time (One time). It's the kid they call “The Pumpkinhead” (Head). Representing, you know'm saying? Straight out of Dark Slopes (Straight out of Dark Slopes). Got another fat promo (Promo). For Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito, 89.9. You know'm saying? Yo (Nah'mean?). Blackberry Funk (One time) is in effect. Lyric Droids and The Plague's in effect. Check it out [Hook: Samples] “I don't claim to be a big rap star” - Sample from Redman's “Tonight's Da Night” “‘Cause, no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar” - Sample from Redman's “Tonight's Da Night” [Verse 1: Pumpkinhead] I push brains through this void of Lyric Droid travels In journeys, trample. Do your work, travel in gurneys Burning you and your crew, there's nothing you can do But to dare and stare as this microphone crashes and tears Through flesh when I mesh with techno organic Tissue, firing missiles locked on to peter your pedestal Hard rocks will not get hard co*ks In a four-by-four cement cell block [to emit brain cells' hops?] Twisted your whole sh** into dreadlocks. I'm tired of The everyday, average savage with the recording contract And managers to make a mill with one track That's because it's an intimidating image Now they're imitating these gimmicks, wearing holsters with nothing in it It's bullsh**. Your whole vibe is outdated Overrated. In this war of TECs, you're being incarcerated [Hook: Samples] (x2) “I don't claim to be a big rap star” - Sample from Redman's “Tonight's Da Night” “‘Cause, no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar” - Sample from Redman's “Tonight's Da Night” [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] Tracks, raps, and gats don't match You lack with the sk**s, talking about you k** with the axe But that's monotonous. PH is monsterous, cold like the Abominal My lyrical rocks is out competition like [a comical?] Some spiritual, subliminal animal from the under like aboriginal Try to feel the vibe as I get live. Many tried and many died When they override manual control of their souls So I blow flows cold like twenty-five below zero In time, I'll make more dinero/De Niro than Roberto With conciertos. You curdle from melodic sounds While I puff the chronic on bubonic stomping grounds If you be a demonic hound, 666 clown My type is like the Bermuda Triangle—you'll never be found You want to be funky this and funky that when y'all Bunch of wack-a**, half-a** rappers with some clumsy raps So you sleep on my flow like 1-800-DIALTHEMATTRESS ‘Cause I make more heads turn than the Earth on its axis [Hook: Samples] (x2) “I don't claim to be a big rap star” - Sample from Redman's “Tonight's Da Night” “‘Cause, no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar” - Sample from Redman's “Tonight's Da Night” [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] Your style has no taste like crackers with no salt Pa** the blunt so I could get high like athletes when they pole-vault Fall off? Me, never that. I got the clever raps In fact, to put you in your place like spinal taps I trap minds like black holes, smack a**holes with fat flows And Brooklyn's what I rep in the train tracks and rat holes So I know I'm really down to Earth like an asteroid Slay the humanoids when I enter more data than androids It's the PH with styles more complex than the next intellect Forget breaking your backbone. I'm disintegrating your neck Check [from the low-level text. I'm a Weapon X, I flex?] About to move the party and give your girl the s** I got the insomniac flow to delete [the wicked theory?] Flipping like channels and lights, clouds. I gets eerie My mind state is righteous like the [?] [?] gun me. If you CAT scan, you're a flatscan [Hook: Samples] (x3) “I don't claim to be a big rap star” - Sample from Redman's “Tonight's Da Night” “‘Cause, no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar” - Sample from Redman's “Tonight's Da Night”