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pumpkinhead - alkaline 'n' acid lyrics

[pumpkinhead]
yeah we finally here y’all
pumpkinhead, marco polo
this is the alb-m right here, “orange moon over
brooklyn”
soulspazm, c’mon let’s go!

this is the beginning of greatness, i broke out the
matrix
take a deep breath, open up your platelets
and take this and make this your own, face it
in case kids try to recreate this in clone
i was sp-wned of a different breed, a bloodline of
kings
downloaded into your dreams, in the form of mp3
been on two labels, one took a break the other folded
they didn’t understand what i had was golden
a leader amongst thieves, a warrior amongst men
since the age of 13, a savant with a pen
put me in front of a microphone i’ll spit out a gem
covered in phlegm, music i make it rough to the end
brooklyn born and bred, and i got the solution
drop all your acts, clean up your roster, stop the
pollution
kids watchin illusions on tv, brainwashed
so i wanna divert they attention and try not to lose
’em
are you with me? or is this too much rebellion?
pumpkinhead is what they call me but i’ve been
nicknamed a h-llion
i’m the fallin of the berlin wall, the end of apartheid
the feelin of comin home from war and seein your moms
with her arms wide
i should be on the list of your all-time favorites
luckily i have patience; amazingly
i will wait ’til h-ll freezes over, you gon’ put me on
your playlist
at one time i had the underground in my hands
i let you have it for a sec, now i’m back in demand
no need to say my name, you already know who i am
and i’m rollin through your town like a horse into the
city of troy
all this fake thug sh-t, got me really annoyed
you claim you a man, but in reality
like tom hanks in that movie _big_, you’re really a boy
give this kiddie a toy – to you label distributors that
fronted on my music
eat a fat one, go sign the bullsh-t that’s diluted
i’m back, like freddie, with an lp i hope you’re ready
for alkaline ‘n’ acid, the combination’s deadly

yeah, what i told you man
hehe, this alb-m is crazy
yo matter of fact i’ma stop, i’ma stop rhymin
i’ma let my son spit

[pumpkinhead’s son babbles for 13 seconds]

[pumpkinhead]
and that’s better than half y’all n-gg-z that’s puttin
records out right now
we serious right now, that’s rainin right there
soulspazm, “orange moon over brooklyn,” c’mon

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