Pumpkinhead
Pumpkinhead - Authentic lyrics
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(feat. D.V. Alias Khrist) [Pumpkinhead:] Ha ha ha, yo where my Brooklyn crew at? (We right here) Yo where my Toronto crew at? (Sayin we right here son) This is where Pumpkinhead takes it back to the basics A twelve inch single, to get you out of The Matrix Away from the sellouts, lookin like Andy & Amos I'm not a super duper star, but I'm almost famous But wait, have patience, my flow is so sacred The rebirth of a culture they thought was outdated Love it or hate it I made it and reshaped it And molded and folded it over kicks and sub basics (damn!) Some places refuse to just play it Cause I'm not rhymin about guns drugs and court cases Or I'm hated cause my pigment is too shaded And I don't wear trucker hats, me whack, is a false statement My raw cadence came with a call waiting So I can switch over styles while you stand in awe jaded Your jaw's breakin while you walkin the hall pacin Thinkin Pumpkinhead's authentic, and y'all all fakin [Chorus: sung] This is hip-hop music for your soul Original don't twist it or confuse it no no no Authentic circa 1992 shit feel the glow Of Pumpkinhead and Marco Polo's new hit oh oh oh [scratched: female moaning "OHHH!] [Pumpkinhead:] This is for all the DJ's from the East to the West Authentic hip-hop music, this is as good as it gets Marco laid down the tracks and I react with a flow Just like I did for Sway & Tech on the Wake Up Show Ohh, hold up you about to go nuts When you hear Revolution wax and scratch this tone up Authentic, no Screw version or remix But Eclipse'll deep six and flea fick even if the beat skips I'm your new neighbor, best friend to a crossfader Beyond you by light years, so they play me on Future Flavors Marley Marl, Primo and Pete Rock And Evil Dee'll bless this heat rock until the beat stops Beat Junkies flip the tune and Skratch Piklz will bump this all night that's right, it's that simple Can't forget B-Mello, Seattle is on lock DJ Links in Canada got this record 'pon cock Non-stop, 'til 3001 Can't forget Turntable Annihilists and DP-One We got that vibe and sound to bring chills to your bones Takin you back to the knapsack and headphones P.H. and M.P. straight keepin it live Authentic hip-hop, for 2005 Okay, you got the gist of what I'm tryin to do Is bring it back to the year of 1992 My lyrics inhabit a spirit and image you all miss So I, give it and spit it and rip it, awww shit I'm what you call a purist so my fitted and kicks flippin the script in the whip I want xzibit to pimp I'm an old man, I don't need diamond chains to make me Samuel Jackson's opposite, it's impossible to break me Since "Dynamic," my name's been well known Your career's Mr. Glass and could shatter like frail bones Aww hell no! You know I'm up in the mix Reppin hip-hop like a race and I'm runnin the shit Marathon in Babylon whether you Bloody or Crip They're gonna scream out my name like, "You son of a bitch!" [Chorus] [scratched: female moaning "OHHH!] [Pumpkinhead] We got that vibe and sound to bring chills to your bones Takin you back to the knapsack and headphones P.H. and M.P. straight keepin it live Authentic hip-hop, for 2005 [scratched: "aww yeah!"]