Artist: Pumpkinhead Album: Orange Moon Over Brooklyn Song: Alkaline 'n' Acid Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [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! 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 spawned 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'ma stop, I'ma stop rhymin I'ma let my son spit [Pumpkinhead's son babbles for 13 seconds] [Pumpkinhead] And that's better than half y'all niggaz that's puttin records out right now We serious right now, that's rainin right there SoulSpazm, "Orange Moon Over Brooklyn," c'mon