The Unusual Jam (Vocal)

Lyrics

[Intro: Pumpkinhead] Whooo! Hot! Brooklyn Ac'. Once again. No doubt. We do it like this. Block McCloud, Pumpkinhead, Metaphor mix up cliques herbally [Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor] As I spark the mic possession, heads can't see me like a priest in confession In my wrong session, second-guess him, Met be pushing Emcees to the limit 'cause they soft like a cushion Squashing, squishing, break you down like Play-Doh The crowd get nervous when I take stand like [?] Any move is fatal, kill the [sized story?] Too close to jokes—I got more than Joe Torry More stories than Maury Povich. Hard copy Step to the boards and get scraped like fucking poppy Seeds 'cause you're sloppy. Style got me sick and Tired. I battled Kentucky but he got chicken Shitty. Ate him up and spit it like a balle- Rina. I'm keener. I make your brain mala- Djusted. Biting, I'll burn a mouth like mustard Bust it. I'm stabbing emcees with all the mics I rusted Thus combusted. Discard your mind, like to holler Cost you a dollar to step inside my coli- Seum. Crews, I amuse like a -seum I hit from every angle—you could say I'm geo- Metric 'cause Met be tricking, emcees go crazy Comp-etition I stomp like Doug Lazy You can't phase me. I got more strength than ptero Emcees'll burn and get smeared with aloe vera [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) This ain't the usual jam that you listen to It's a vibe session. Nod your head to this musical Brooklyn Ac' just bounce to the beat like this Bounce to the beat like this [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] First thing on my agenda is to wipe out emcee pretenders Hit 'em like a case of influenza Remember: I dismember and disassemble your mental As I spit sharp lyrics that puncture your temple It's as simple as a fifty piece puzzle when hot tracks start to rumble Battle, I get on like Odd like Couple Creating trouble, making you hit the bar, order doubles Overdosing on the shit I be saying You're not a rapper. You make me laugh like Damon Wayans Niggas be ill and asking how I be spilling writtens Flipping my diction to lead niggas in the back like doggy style position If you're wondering: can I be stopped? I think not 'Cause I'm hard to figure out like psychiatric ink blots So bring cops and try to stop the riot Shhh. Quiet. Now please hush For a second while I kick this verse and, for it, not revert So you could understand this wasn't rehearsed But it's thumbs up like Siskel and Ebert. I keep searching my shirt pocket Under my vest so when I rock it, I stay fresh like veggies in a Ziploc My shit is fat like the sad profile of Alfred Hitchcock I change styles like Tigers in a pit stop So I'll never remain the same in this hip hop game I'm gonna graffiti my name on the walls of fame My niggas'll spark the beaties while I puff the Mary Jane No one can claim that they beat me in competition Stop your wishing. Stop and listen Or get out 'cause I'm hot like kitchens Unless you're a female dog, stop bitching I'll make your watch stop ticking I'll make noise like a Glock spitting If you got it locked down, then I'm lock picking (Bounce, bounce!) [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) This ain't the usual jam that you listen to It's a vibe session. Nod your head to this musical Brooklyn Ac' just bounce to the beat like this Bounce to the beat like this [Verse 3: Block McCloud] I shine like emeralds, rhyme with generals You wet it when it's time to set it. You still trying to find your genitals Then you bite lines identical to mines But I got more raps/wraps all around than tentacles and vines My lyrics scrumming on you and it's painful like a lesion Disease-infested flows nesting in your chest—you're wheezing You're breathing through a crazy straw, leaving you asthmatic Fled a six-pack of lead, kick back like crack-matic My .38 Special made your disk herniate Vertebrate discombobulate. Disturb your fate for trying to perpetrate My papers circulate, getting a hundred dollar tips You seeking scholarships, trying to follow this Receiving hollow tips. I politic with the cream of the crop That got the same dream to drop the dopes that the fiends'll cop I've seen the top and the bottom of the barrel [Seen the majors likely?]. The mind is like [?] And through it all, my fluid fall like rain from Block McCloud Got it locked and down. Porto Rock and proud (Bounce, bounce!) [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) This ain't the usual jam that you listen to It's a vibe session. Nod your head to this musical Brooklyn Ac' just bounce to the beat like this Bounce to the beat like this [Outro: Brooklyn Academy] *Hook Adlibs*