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pumpkinhead - picture that intro lyrics

[intro: pumpkinhead]
yeah. this the intro. gyphted, hit ‘em!

[verse: pumpkinhead]
i’mma test the waters with a new style
and keep my integrity—just let me know if i go too wild
like busta rhymes, i’m unappreciated
destined for greatness and being called a legend a bunch of times
but my rhymes don’t equate to dimes
and somewhere down the line
in your mind, you got sidetracked
so in hindsight, i take my time
if you press rewind, you’ll find
messages in my rhyme to free your minds
yeah, that’s where i’m at
picture that clique? nah, don’t picture this sh-t ‘cause his sh-t fraudulent
try to play me out like an accordion
so according to hood rules
i’m ______ on this fool like doors on a delorean
i won’t say names ‘cause that’ll give you fame
and you don’t deserve to be at the podium
like this valedictorian (that’s me)
chun-li vs. scorpion
like capcom, get capped on in front of your home audience
this ain’t about hate or even being a bully
it’s about handshakes, a man’s word, and you fooled me (liar)
you got your story and i got mine
and those who choose to believe you will find that in good times
you can’t buy your way to amnesty
you’re not an element—you represent a devil’s mentality
a wolf in sheep’s clothes, a snake in eve’s hair
p’s here all the time and you appear every leap year
you can’t picture this, so picture that
can’t picture this, so picture that
i picture that, don’t picture this
‘cause his sh-t fraudulent
they say that i’m the one son from the third rock from the sun
to sum it up: i’ve got fire in my lungs
i bring a light to the slums while you bums still selling jumbs
k!lling the hood one by one (grow up)
have you no heart? like the tin man?
i’m fly with a twenty-by-five wingspan
i’m worth more than ten grand
i’m the king, man—the underground’s wingman
i rep because failure is not an option
i son you kids like adoption
never k!lled no one with a gun, but i got one
i shot one. a shotgun
gift to drop drums
i’m on it, like a hi-hat over a dry track
like a drought, i
charge like credit cards when i
max out, 3-d visual
violence, i silence the individuals
no-time offenders, liars
habitual science-fiction criminals
that wallow in the mire
your girl’s my fan
she likes to swallow me entire-ly
when i emcee independently
that means i am free
i shine so vibrantly, come on

[outro: pumpkinhead]
welcome to picture that: the negative…

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