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brooklyn academy - 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, k!ll 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 scr-ped 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 dis-ssemble 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 rehe-rs-d
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 hitchc-ck
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 b-tching
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*
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