Alkaline n' acid - Raiden, Pumpkinhead

This is the beginning of greatness.

I broke out the Matrix

Take a deep breath, open up your platelets

And take this and make this your own, face it

In case kids try to recreate this in clone

I was born of a different breed, a bloodline of kings

Downloaded into your dreams in the form of MP3

Been on two labels—one took a break, the other folded

They didn’t understand what I had was golden

A leader amongst thieves, a warrior amongst men

Since the age of 13, a savant with a pen

Put me in front of a microphone, I’ll spit out a gem

Covered in phlegm.

Music, I make it rough to the end

Brooklyn-born and bred and I got the solution

Drop all your acts, clean up your roster, stop the pollution

Kids watchin' illusions on TV, brainwashed

So I wanna divert they attention and try not to lose 'em

Are you with me?

Or is this too much rebellion?

Pumpkinhead is what they call me but I’ve been nicknamed a hellion

I’m the fallin' of the Berlin' Wall, the end of apartheid

The feelin' of comin' home from war and seein' your moms with her arms wide

I should be on the list of your all-time favorites

Luckily, I have patience;

amazingly

I will wait 'til hell freezes over.

You gon' put me on your playlist

At one time, I had the underground in my hands

I let you have it for a sec—now I’m back in demand

No need to say my name—you already know who I am

And I’m rollin' through your town like a horse into the city of Troy

All this fake thug shit got me really annoyed

You claim you a man, but in reality

Like Tom Hanks in that movie «Big,» you’re really a boy

Give this kiddie a toy.

To you label distributors that fronted on my music

Eat a fat one, go sign the bullshit that’s diluted

I’m back, like Freddie, with an LP—I hope you’re ready

For Alkaline 'N' Acid—the combination’s deadly

Yeah, what I told you man?

Hehe, this album is crazy

Yo, matter of fact, I’mma stop, I’mma stop rhymin'

I’mma let my son spit

And that’s better than half y’all niggas that’s puttin' records out right now

We serious right now, that’s rainin' right there

SoulSpazm, «Orange Moon Over Brooklyn,» c’mon