Picture That Intro

[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 shit ‘cause his shit 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 shit 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
Killing 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 killed 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]
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