(feat. Raiden)


[Pumpkinhead]

Yeah we finally here y'all

Pumpkinhead, Marco Polo

This is the album 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 spawned 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 hellion

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 hell 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 shit, 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 bullshit 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 album 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 niggaz that's puttin records out right now

We serious right now, that's rainin right there

SoulSpazm, "Orange Moon Over Brooklyn," c'mon