Alkaline 'N' Acid

[Intro – Pumpkinhead] Yeah, we finally here y'all Pumpkinhead, Marco Polo This is the album right here, "Orange Moon Over Brooklyn" SoulSpazm, c'mon let's go! [Verse 1 – 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 [Outro] [Pumpkinhead] 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 [*Raiden, Pumpkinhead's son, babbles for 13 seconds*] [Pumpkinhead] 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