The Unusual Jam (Vocal)

[Intro: Pumpkinhead]
Whooo! Hot! Brooklyn Ac’. Once again. No doubt. We do it like this. Block McCloud, Pumpkinhead, Metaphor mix up cliques herbally

[Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor]
As I spark the mic possession, heads can’t see me like a priest in confession
In my wrong session, second-guess him, Met be pushing
Emcees to the limit ‘cause they soft like a cushion
Squashing, squishing, break you down like Play-Doh
The crowd get nervous when I take stand like [?]
Any move is fatal, kill the [sized story?]
Too close to jokes—I got more than Joe Torry
More stories than Maury Povich. Hard copy
Step to the boards and get scraped like fucking poppy
Seeds ’cause you’re sloppy. Style got me sick and
Tired. I battled Kentucky but he got chicken
Shitty. Ate him up and spit it like a balle-
Rina. I’m keener. I make your brain mala-
Djusted. Biting, I’ll burn a mouth like mustard
Bust it. I’m stabbing emcees with all the mics I rusted
Thus combusted. Discard your mind, like to holler
Cost you a dollar to step inside my coli-
Seum. Crews, I amuse like a -seum
I hit from every angle—you could say I’m geo-
Metric ‘cause Met be tricking, emcees go crazy
Comp-etition I stomp like Doug Lazy
You can’t phase me. I got more strength than ptero
Emcees’ll burn and get smeared with aloe vera

[Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2)
This ain’t the usual jam that you listen to
It’s a vibe session. Nod your head to this musical
Brooklyn Ac’ just bounce to the beat like this
Bounce to the beat like this

[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]
First thing on my agenda is to wipe out emcee pretenders
Hit ‘em like a case of influenza
Remember: I dismember and disassemble your mental
As I spit sharp lyrics that puncture your temple
It’s as simple as a fifty piece puzzle when hot tracks start to rumble
Battle, I get on like Odd like Couple
Creating trouble, making you hit the bar, order doubles
Overdosing on the shit I be saying
You’re not a rapper. You make me laugh like Damon Wayans
Niggas be ill and asking how I be spilling writtens
Flipping my diction to lead niggas in the back like doggy style position
If you’re wondering: can I be stopped? I think not
‘Cause I’m hard to figure out like psychiatric ink blots
So bring cops and try to stop the riot
Shhh. Quiet. Now please hush
For a second while I kick this verse and, for it, not revert
So you could understand this wasn’t rehearsed
But it’s thumbs up like Siskel and Ebert. I keep searching my shirt pocket
Under my vest so when I rock it, I stay fresh like veggies in a Ziploc
My shit is fat like the sad profile of Alfred Hitchcock
I change styles like Tigers in a pit stop
So I’ll never remain the same in this hip hop game
I’m gonna graffiti my name on the walls of fame
My niggas’ll spark the beaties while I puff the Mary Jane
No one can claim that they beat me in competition
Stop your wishing. Stop and listen
Or get out ‘cause I’m hot like kitchens
Unless you’re a female dog, stop bitching
I’ll make your watch stop ticking
I’ll make noise like a Glock spitting
If you got it locked down, then I’m lock picking
(Bounce, bounce!)

[Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2)
This ain’t the usual jam that you listen to
It’s a vibe session. Nod your head to this musical
Brooklyn Ac’ just bounce to the beat like this
Bounce to the beat like this

[Verse 3: Block McCloud]
I shine like emeralds, rhyme with generals
You wet it when it’s time to set it. You still trying to find your genitals
Then you bite lines identical to mines
But I got more raps/wraps all around than tentacles and vines
My lyrics scrumming on you and it’s painful like a lesion
Disease-infested flows nesting in your chest—you’re wheezing
You’re breathing through a crazy straw, leaving you asthmatic
Fled a six-pack of lead, kick back like crack-matic
My .38 Special made your disk herniate
Vertebrate discombobulate. Disturb your fate for trying to perpetrate
My papers circulate, getting a hundred dollar tips
You seeking scholarships, trying to follow this
Receiving hollow tips. I politic with the cream of the crop
That got the same dream to drop the dopes that the fiends’ll cop
I’ve seen the top and the bottom of the barrel
[Seen the majors likely?]. The mind is like [?]
And through it all, my fluid fall like rain from Block McCloud
Got it locked and down. Porto Rock and proud
(Bounce, bounce!)

[Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2)
This ain’t the usual jam that you listen to
It’s a vibe session. Nod your head to this musical
Brooklyn Ac’ just bounce to the beat like this
Bounce to the beat like this

[Outro: Brooklyn Academy]
*Hook Adlibs*