Pumpkinhead - Dynamic (LP Clean) lyrics

[Intro: Pumpkinhead] Uh. Heh. Another Makin' Records. Run Run Shaw. Yo, [?]. Ha. Yo. Run Run Shaw on the beats and breaks. Run Run Shaw. Check it, yo [Verse 1: Pumpkinhead] I don't wear blue tights, I don't have a red cape I just leave open-mic punctures with rhymes I create Call me “Dynamic.” (Who?) AKA PH With the help of Run Run Shaw on the beats and breaks We're gonna hold it down musically like a paperweight If you see me in the street and want to battle We can handle that on a major tape. Name your stake Sirloin pebble or T-bone steak, don't try to take Food off my table ‘cause we own these plates Don't got time to sign dotted lines with these phony fakes, so check it My rhymes are designed to be perfect Were written by moi while yours were secretly purchased I'll wrap/rap like a kerchief. It's time for this underground merchant To rise to the surface and take mic day and night And my only weakness is Player Night Blowing up like dynamite ‘cause all my rhymes are tight Like a vice, crush your head lice But under no circumstance, cousin, will you ever smash Pumpkin You can't believe this jam's bumping You better put your hands in the air and ask something Or somebody how we rip up the party These lines burn your insides like Bacardi [Hook: Pumpkinhead] I kick fat lines over treble and ba** I don't pack 9s and k** my own race Just when you thought it was safe Pumpkinhead transforms into that dynamic emcee PH [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] I'm not the Superman lover or Chocolate Boy Wonder But I'm dynamic, tossing lines like cucumber and salad I don't sing R&B ballads (What?). Bring the malice (What?) I swing like a hammock. My tactics Are lyrical and spiritual at the same time While all you player rappers rap the same lines I'm not a player hater but players hate me (Why?) ‘Cause my lyrics surpa**es the average emcee And leaves ‘em stuck at the 85th degree Me and my family is gonna rise definitely. The rest'll be A victim of monotony, played like Monopoly So my philosophy is to drop emcees, these slang-rock emcees These bang-Glock emcees and have ‘em cop pleas Lyrically hostilely, so possibly They'll change to hip hop emcees, then give props to me Finally, I'm here to save the day like Christopher Reeves I belong to a society known as the Negro League Which consists of Natural Re and me, Bad Seed Meat Pie, and O.T. Makin' Records on the scene Peace to the other family known as Medina Green [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) I kick fat lines over treble and ba** I don't pack 9s and k** my own race Just when you thought it was safe Pumpkinhead transforms into that dynamic emcee PH [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] Don't get me wrong. I'm not a superhero But I'm trying to stop hip hop from dropping to less than zero Everyone wants to be Goodfella gangster De Niro So I'll burn these emcees like a towering inferno Ashes to ashes, I'll incinerate kids who are fake Like Tammy Faye Bakker's eyelashes Then you'll lose your memory like when the computer crashes It spreads like rashes, hot flashes Now you have no recollection on how I wrecked your section Run Run bring it back like reggae DJ selection Perfection Putting you in your place like spinal tap. I'm fast like freestyle raps Thought up by Supernat, so stop that stupid crap Cats is like, “Yo, who is that?” Well, my name is Pumpkinhead, but you could call me “Dynamic” I'm here to save the culture of hip hop, so why panic? Some other emcees tried but didn't meet the standards I'll keep rapping as long as gravity keeps me on the granite Makin' Records the label and Brooklyn is the planet [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) I kick fat lines over treble and ba** I don't pack 9s and k** my own race Just when you thought it was safe Pumpkinhead transforms into that dynamic emcee PH [Outro: Pumpkinhead] And we don't got time to waste. Ha