Marco Polo - Authentic lyrics

[Intro – Pumpkinhead] Ha ha ha, yo where my Brooklyn crew at? (We right here) Yo where my Toronto crew at? (Sayin' we right here, son) [Verse 1 – Pumpkinhead] 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star, but I'm almost famous But wait—have patience, my flow is so sacred The rebirth of a culture they thought was outdated Love it or hate it, I made it and reshaped it And molded and folded it over kicks and sub basics (damn!)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 d** and court cases Or 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' [Hook 1 – D.V. Alias Khrist] This is hip-hop music for your soul Original, don't twist it or confuse it, no, no, no Authentic circa 1992 sh**, feel the flow Of Pumpkinhead and Marco Polo's new hit, oh, oh, oh {*Scratched – Female moaning, "OHHH!*} [Verse 2 – 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 scratch this wax—this toned 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 co*k Non-stop, 'til 3001 Can't forget Turntable Annihilists and DP-One [Hook 2 – 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 [Verse 3 – Pumpkinhead] Okay, you got the gist of what I'm tryin' to do Bring you back to the year of 1992 My lyrics inhibit a spirit and image you all miss So I, give it and spit it and rip it, awww sh**! 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. Gla** 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 sh** Marathon in Babylon whether you Bloody or Crip They're gonna scream out my name like, "You son of a b**h!" [Hook 1 – D.V. Alias Khrist] This is hip-hop music for your soul Original, don't twist it or confuse it, no, no, no Authentic circa 1992 sh**, feel the flow Of Pumpkinhead and Marco Polo's new hit, oh, oh, oh {*Scratched – Female moaning, "OHHH!*} [Hook 2 – 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!*}