Pumpkinhead Alkaline N Acid Lyrics
Alkaline 'N' Acid by 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 born 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'mma stop, I'mma stop rhymin'
I'mma let my son spit
And that's better than half y'all niggas that's puttin' records out right now
We serious right now, that's rainin' right there
SoulSpazm, "Orange Moon Over Brooklyn," c'mon
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 born 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'mma stop, I'mma stop rhymin'
I'mma let my son spit
And that's better than half y'all niggas that's puttin' records out right now
We serious right now, that's rainin' right there
SoulSpazm, "Orange Moon Over Brooklyn," c'mon