I just wanna rhyme - Pumpkinhead

The only way I wouldn’t spit rhymes is if I had no mouth

Steppin to me is dangerous, like Big Daddy Kane

walkin through white wall projects with his gold out

Oh wow, so now your thug crew wanna back down?

Y’all travel in new circus, y’all fools is ass clowns

I confront beef, don’t get smacked down

Just go that-a-way, downstairs and stand down

I’m a known threat, yeah, and I’m fly like Boba Fett

Been rhymin since kung-fu on channel 5 and Robotech

And I love money, and women who buy me liquor

So if you neither of those then slide like Chinese slippers

My crew is the Ac', and we’re back, with a vengeance

Niggaz is pussy on they period, tryin to stop my sentence

But you can’t, and I’ma still go out on tour

You’re just mad cause your spine is yellow like Sean Paul

I just wanna rhyme!

I just wanna rhyme!

I just wanna rhyme!

I just wanna rhyme!

I can’t stop, it’s like I’m on a roll now

You’re not cool so like an anorexic bitch, you get no pounds

Step to the left, while I walk right past ya

I make dope songs, it’s hard to match my DNA factor

A chubby rapper, a couple of extra pounds around the waist

So much breath control, I could spit a whole album in outer space

with no oxygen, right now I’m claimin what’s mine

The crown of the underground so whatever y’all sayin is fine

Y’all lyin, you and me can never be equal, I spit from the heart

We don’t believe you, you need more people, start a million man march!

I’m feelin parched, somebody pass me a Gatorade

And there can only be one of me, like the ace of spades

I made the grade, and then I hopped, over the fence

You upset, cause I put one in your wife’s mouth like 50 Cent

I’m sorry, but when I’m tense I gotta let it go and vent

And her mouth was right there with a sign that said «open for rent»

I love rhymin, it’s more than a job it’s a passion

More than plaques, advances or sponsored fashion

It’s a culture, not to be toyed with so the boy spit

rhymes that make your mind go 'Eww' like the smell of boiled shit

See first, I did it for the enjoyment

But now I won’t front, I do it for the love in employment

See what my point is, is that you net nerds are annoying

Like hip-hop, revolves around you and the Pamper you’re soilin

And the thugs on the street, frontin like what I spit is weak

Cause you and your crew wantin to battle me, and all got beat

Rule one, when you battle me, you’re gonna get son’d

Especially when you say you’re gonna shoot me and don’t have a gun

Rule two, when you start singin like Ja Rule

Battle’s over, and you’re gettin beaten down with a bar stool

Numero three, when you rhyme about Bentleys and Humvees

But the only thing you pushin is a old pair of Oakleys!

«You gotta be out of your FUCKIN mind!»

— KRS-One

«All I need is one mic, one beat, one stage» — Nas

«I'ma rep, to the death of it!»

— Nas

«I just wanna innovate, and stimulate minds» — Common

«What I stand for speaks for itself!»

— Nas