Picture That Intro

[Intro: Pumpkinhead] Yeah. This the intro. Gyphted, hit ‘em! [Verse: Pumpkinhead] I'mma test the waters with a new style And keep my integrity—just let me know if I go too wild Like Busta Rhymes, I'm unappreciated Destined for greatness and being called a legend a bunch of times But my rhymes don't equate to dimes And somewhere down the line In your mind, you got sidetracked So in hindsight, I take my time If you press rewind, you'll find Messages in my rhyme to free your minds Yeah, that's where I'm at Picture that clique? Nah, don’t picture this shit ‘cause his shit fraudulent Try to play me out like an accordion So according to hood rules I'm ______ on this fool like doors on a DeLorean I won't say names ‘cause that'll give you fame And you don't deserve to be at the podium Like this valedictorian (that's me) Chun-Li vs. Scorpion Like Capcom, get capped on in front of your home audience This ain't about hate or even being a bully It's about handshakes, a man's word, and you fooled me (liar) You got your story and I got mine And those who choose to believe you will find that in good times You can't buy your way to amnesty You're not an element—you represent a devil's mentality A wolf in sheep's clothes, a snake in Eve's hair P’s here all the time and you appear every leap year You can't picture this, so picture that Can't picture this, so picture that I picture that, don't picture this ‘Cause his shit fraudulent They say that I'm the one son from the third rock from the Sun To sum it up: I've got fire in my lungs I bring a light to the slums while you bums still selling jumbs Killing the hood one by one (grow up) Have you no heart? Like the Tin Man? I'm fly with a twenty-by-five wingspan I'm worth more than ten grand I'm the king, man—the underground's wingman I rep because failure is not an option I son you kids like adoption Never killed no one with a gun, but I got one I shot one. A shotgun Gift to drop drums I'm on it, like a hi-hat over a dry track Like a drought, I Charge like credit cards when I Max out, 3-D visual Violence, I silence the individuals No-time offenders, liars Habitual science-fiction criminals That wallow in the mire Your girl's my fan She likes to swallow me entire-ly When I emcee independently That means I am free I shine so vibrantly, come on [Outro: Pumpkinhead] Welcome to Picture That: The Negative…