Pumpkin Hill (Just Gon’ Creep)

Lyrics

Verse 1: (I won't) let it get to me, I'm just gon' creep Down at Pumpkin Hill, I gots to find my lost piece Looking left and right like I'm finna' cross streets Raw heat when I spit, rinse, and floss teeth Awh sweet, I can sense it in my feet, close by Could ask these monitors, but most lie, oh my God, graveyard theory is a fraud, stupid emerald (Get the) general into the netherworld, I said it all Crying pumpkin in the valley, go tally my wins up Strictly comical like Sally, they rally behind me "FISTS UP" I'm a Creeper, but no Minecraft homes "Where's your emerald?" Actually... mine crashed home Dag gon', in my zone, man I got the Holy Ghost But these other ghosts only do the most, what a hoax Hell, I'm feeling funky, rhymes moving the crowd Let me show you something, it might creep you out Chorus: Let it get to me? I'm just gon' creep Down in Pumpkin Hill, I gots to find my lost piece I know that it's here, I sense it in my feet The great emerald's power allows me to feel I can't see a thing, but it's around somewhere I got to hold my head, I have no fear It probably sounds "crazy crazy" - a graveyard theory A ghost tried to approach me, and he got leery Verse 2: I won't let it get to me, don't you see? I'm a creep Peep my speech when I sleep, dream of bars, super deep In my craft, bring a raft, 'cause I'm finna' start a flow Cheep Cheeps ready know, sweet sneaks for the show Tweet tweet, rhyme for Twitter, this spitter is not a quitter I figured out the DaVinci code - Lisa's bigger picture I'd split ya' with my sharp spit; hit ya', like a mosh pit Fix ya', 'cause you're a tool, fool with cards, and I'm all in ...Regardless, falling like Angel Island Bro, we are heartless, wondering who truly God is I bring a nasty talent from an island in the heavens Boy, I got my lucky seven spirits, and let's go my brethren Belting out my bars, whip work, but no buckle or Struggle, I snuggle with the emerald, a couple years ago met Sonic, all chuckle, he's puzzled, won't move a muscle on me, so Go get the muzzle, dawg, lyrical fists will pummel - I'm humble Chorus