Pumpkinhead - Dirty Green lyrics

[Intro: Brooklyn Academy] Brooklyn Ac', n***as [Hook: I-See-On] Yo, yo, ayyo, we need money for my n***as to keep money Our seeds hungry, so I sleep and breathe money It's Brooklon. We getting it on, we deep, money Brooklyn Ac' clapping the map and keep money [Verse 1: I-See-On] No chain on my neck. New cat claiming respect I'm not a doctor but I could stop the pain in your chest f** k**ing y'all n***as—I'm hanging the flesh I'll draw two guns to you, demand my respect And the sh** that I write? Believe that it's true ‘Cause if you cross my path once, you leaving in two Or in the back of a ambulance, breathing in tubes So when you die, [don't?] resurrect you like king of the Jews Stating my name for n***as on the back of the train With a three-dollar Metro card, flashing they chain And, no, I don't got money. Don't ask me again ‘Til my first of the month—n***as cashing they check [Hook: I-See-On] Yo, ayyo, we need money for my n***as to keep money Our seeds hungry, so I sleep and breathe money It's Brooklon. We getting it on, we deep, money Brooklyn Ac' clapping the map and keep money [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] We got the block locked like Giuliani in The Village I'm the type to steal your watch, turn around and change my image That's just the life I'm living. Enticing women Who rock ice and linen. It's like playing dice for millions The mic I'm ripping, Baccardi light-sipping Don't start tripping—Brooklyn Ac' won every fight we've been in I heist the Chrysler building. Hide the wife and children I got the ma**ive plan, attracting fans with new additions Like Michael [?], so all hail. We getting money and won't fail And guzzle champagne from the Holy Grail You know me well. I'm hard to k** like Seagal Except no ponytail. Your crew is frail We fighting tooth and nail. Check SoundScan for proof of sale Let the truth prevail: we getting cream by any means like you's in jail The “Con Artist” like Judas. For thirty pieces of silver, I'll k** y'all [movers?] [Hook: I-See-On] (x2) Yo, yo, ayyo, we need money for my n***as to keep money Our seeds hungry, so I sleep and breathe money It's Brooklon. We getting it on, we deep, money Brooklyn Ac' clapping the map and keep money [Verse 3: Mr. Metaphor] This be that grade-A sh**, the top of the line That money, payday sh**, French cheese and wine Yo, the fans stay lit with a twist of lime But when the Ac' stage flip, lose control of your mind In your old basement, bombs bump in my lines I'm like a gold bracelet—[in the summer, it?] shines I leave your whole face lit from the soul in my rhyme And you could almost taste it. Son, we rightful divine Feel the ba** drum kick under your feet Watch me say some dumb sh** like, “Groove to this beat” We move for the street, feed you with a spoon through your teeth The sooner we eat, the sooner I'ma turn a new leaf I'm burning beneath. The music made me turn in my sleep Burning the beat, slowly got you slurring your speech Numbing your mouth, f**ing with the nerves in your cheeks You nervous to speak. We feed you from the curb to the street [Hook: I-See-On] Ayyo, we need money for my n***as to keep money Our seeds hungry, so I sleep and breathe money It's Brooklon. We getting it on, we deep, money Brooklyn Ac' clapping the map and keep money [Verse 4: Block McCloud] You got the nerve to ask can I flow when you damn well know Who ran the show, and, on the Mic, I'm –angelo Blessed with flows like John the Baptist, songs we practice Strong as Atlas, [?] [the carpets matches?] I want dough like [?] Chicks with the strongest a**es [?] on the mattress I want my fans beyond this nation I want my family on location at a Grammy nomination I'm the Block—who gonna block me? I could be co*ky like Rocky—won't get co*ky ‘cause that's not me I'm McCloud—who gonna cloud me? I could see clearly now—G, there [?] I don't doubt me Represent the Ac' proudly We could astound, abound soundly with our sounds from Kings Country Collect a bounty on a munity ‘cause loot be The root of evil—people, pirates split the booty I'm chopping meat and packing parts of [?] Pick on you to force the residue that's left in teeth You rest in pieces, your momma left in grief for ya Manhattan keep on making it, Brooklyn keep on thieving ya [Hook: I-See-On] (x2) Yo, yo, ayyo, we need money for my n***as to keep money Our seeds hungry, so I sleep and breathe money It's Brooklon. We getting it on, we deep, money Brooklyn Ac' clapping the map and keep money