Wordsworth - Trifactor lyrics

[Intro] We're in the final seconds of this all-star game It's a tied score, Supastition pa**es to Wordsworth Wordsworth with the a**ist to Pumpkinhead Two seconds left, and Pumpkinhead hits the trifactor! [Hook 2X: various samples scratched] "They gon' have to mention me among the best" "You ain't innovatin, you're regurgitatin" "They gon' have to mention me among the best" "When I step in the place, you get nervous" [Pumpkinhead] You got three dudes on hand that spit it the best You're small in the game, at best you're reachin my chest I'm deeper than s** with Tabitha Stevens Usin a 10-inch long dil*o and she ejaculate semen I mastered the reason, perfected the answer You're just not believable, like a Mexican Santa Philly loves me, and I get respect in Atlanta Pumpkinhead puts it down like Thor with a hammer My grammar is Grammy status, I'm thankin the Lord I get to the point like Young Buck's knife at the Vibe Awards So when I step foot in the arena You break a sweat like Ruben Studdard, eatin bu*tered Farina So your nervousness is fully understandable You're facin an animal, that'll erase your face with a cannonball Tough break, how you makin that duck face When you're Martha Stewart's inmate at Camp Cupcake? [Hook] [Supastition] Yeah, get nervous... Just forget about the small talk nonsense and all of it n***as better be ready, I ain't about to call it quits Though people knew that I was mad innovative I was caught up in a trap in a bad situation But I'm glad n***as waited cause I gradually graduated Certified and takin rap cats back to basics I knew that I would shine one of these days I'm ready as ever, prepared for the comin of age An unf**-wit-able flow, though some'll debate If anybody better tell 'em step in front of the plate And rest a**ured, I'm bringin the best, the pure product Like the number one Columbian dealer of narcotics I should be a household name but y'all caught up In the buzz and the hype; but n***as love what I write And I does what I like despite, whenever somethin's said The franchise player with Words and Pumpkinhead Let's go [Hook] w/ scratched variations [Wordsworth] Yeah, uh-huh, yo.. yeah, uh-huh, yo, yo You never will win, bein said off the head or the pen Like a stillborn baby you were dead to begin Rhyme 'til the record ends You can't make a mixtape with me, featurin a verse that you edited in We set it again; start from the top, my margin'll stop Is when the numbers won't revolve on the clock I shine outside, and provide light outdoors When I blackout with my rhymes and you white-out yours My mood behavior, the flows and the moves I made up Cater to schools, studied by music majors The rules is straight up to keep you from losin labor For you and usin paper is like euthanasia Just heatin up, every day doper I become Scientists think the Earth is gettin closer to the sun You got Words and you have the rest Don't mention me among, mention me AS the best You know the truth [Hook] - repeat 2X {"Step your lyric game up b**hes"}