Pumpkinhead: Anything

(Intro)
Niggaz nowadays, I just think they ungrateful
Ynahmsayin? They comin in outta the game
They give up, ynahmsayin?
They don't really struggle and hustle and do what they gotta do (true)
I remember back in the days, ynahmsayin?
Remember like, you couldn't afford like Fruity Pebbles
We had Kabooms (Kabooms, yea)
Ynahmsayin? (*laughs*)
You know you couldn't afford Captain Crunch
You had King Vitamines, ynahmsayin?
It came in the bag, ynahmean?
Kids nowadays don't understand, ynahmsayin?
You gotta do what you gotta do to get on and struggle
And survive in this game, ynahmean?
That's real though

(Verse One)
I got knowledge condensed in the space of my brain
Words, definitions, and cultures from Africa to Spain
You know my name, so I won't repeat it
Just know that I could do any type of job, when the work is needed
That's why I stopped gettin weeded
I stopped cigarettes too, cold turkey
Because I ain't need it
All you need is will power, strength, and faith, believe it
Anything you set your mind to do, you can achieve it
All that negative no-can-do attitude, delete it
Pray to whoever you pray to: Allah, Jah, or Jesus
I dropped outta high school but in my mind I'm a genius
So I made it further than dudes with a GED did
Then I reached in the deepness of creases
Read books and Shakesperian masterpieces
Burned textbooks given out by my teachers
That's why history to me is feces, I exorcise those demons
Those who are fictitious and fececious
Don't get it twisted, this ain't my album, it's a thesis
Written with heart and soul, better than decent
Blood, sweat, and tears just to hear the cheers from the bleachers

(Chorus)
You gotta grind, you gotta struggle, you gotta hustle to get
... In this world you need, plus hard work and pain
If you afraid to bleed to achieve
... From fame and love, from name to shine
You gotta move fast, can't waisting time, I did
... To create a new flow, let's get it and go
And if you fuck up only Heaven'll know
... 'Cause anything goes

(Verse Two)
I rocked one pair of sneakers per school year, now listen
If they got scuffed I covered it up with Riffin
My Mom sewed the holes in the kitchen
My clothes got sewed so much it looked like my clothes got stitches
So I went to school tryin not to look bummy
And I swore one day, when I got my hands on some money
I'd take the twelve inch cuffs outta my jeans so I wouldn't look funny
But Mommy got a good job and now I'm fillin my tummy
I bless her for the support so we wouldn't stay hungry
Put name brands on the back, now we look like new money
So fresh, so clean, so now all the girls gonna want me
And fifth racists grade girls wanna dry hump me
We takin week long trips, drivin cross-country
In a new family whip, the neighbourhood loved me
Watching a portable TV in the back, I feel lucky
Laughing at Frank, smack Lamont and call him "big dummy"
And this, all because of my Moms, big up
My Dad was around but when he passed she didn't give up
She worked hard to keep her chin up and dress her kids up
We did...

(Chorus)
You gotta grind, you gotta struggle, you gotta hustle to get
... In this world you need, plus hard work and pain
If you afraid to bleed to achieve
... From fame and love, from name to shine
You gotta move fast, can't waisting time, I did
... To create a new flow, let's get it and go
And if you fuck up only Heaven'll know
... 'Cause anything goes

(Verse Three)
My songs are scripted from visions of the past
I've lived different lives, I'm one of the last
Poets, my motive is to show kids
My flow is the closest to what a G.O.A.T. is
The most gifted of all time to ever hold a mic and explode it
Rebuild it to a golden rod, I get respect from the older gods
To represent this culture hard and promote it
What's the odds of me makin it to the hills? I alone
And being the only owner of like four hundred cars
I'm tryin to make numbers like Avon
But I remain underground, me and my squad
I wanna be on the cover of Fortune 500 burnin some Kron
I wanna own first company to employ all of the ghetto
For good paying jobs, so I pray to God for help, wisdom, and a million for my moms
So when the mic is in my palm I spit it like I was strapped to a bomb
Get it right, don't get it twisted
I'm grown now, so the rich and lavish life: I'm tryin to live it
Without the same attitude of some of you midgets
I want my son to know his dad had a humbler image

(Chorus)
You gotta grind, you gotta struggle, you gotta hustle to get
... In this world you need, plus hard work and pain
If you afraid to bleed to achieve
... From fame and love, from name to shine
You gotta move fast, can't waisting time, I did
... To create a new flow, let's get it and go
And if you fuck up only Heaven'll know
... 'Cause anything goes

(Outro: "Napoleon Dynamite" Parody Skit - Chip, Bonaparte)

(C) I'm the greatest tech seed there could ever be
(C) The guy that you'll never see
(C) Sort of like the ghost in the wind
(C) I can't control what flows from within
(C) My lyrics spew from my heart
(C) And I tear wack emcees apart
(B) Hey Chip! Get off the flippin computer!
(C) What do you want Bonaparte? I'm busy
(B) What are you so busy with?
(C) I'm in the middle of my chatroom meeting
(B) Well hurry up! I wanna pre-order the new Pumpkinhead album
(C) I didn't know he had a new one
(B) It's called "Orange Moon Over Brooklyn"
(C) Well that's pretty cool
(C) Did you hear "Cool Music, Volume One"?
(B) Heck yes I did! It's flippin sweet!
(C) Well Laquita and I were only feeling the guest appearances
(C) I was pretty T.O.'d 'cause I could've spent my ten bucks on Half A Dollar's album
(B) Gross! You have like the worst taste ever!
(C) Bonaparte, like anyone could ever know that
(B) Well this is an official album
(B) He signed to SoulSpazm records
(C) Well, I guess you could say he's getting pretty serious
(B) Freaking idiot! I should beat you with my nunchucks
(C) I wish you wouldn't talk to me like that
(C) We both know I'm training to be a cage fighter
(B) I wish you would get outta my life and shut up!
(C) You're just mad 'cause Pumpkinhead isn't better than Half A Dollar
(C) He's a millionaire
(B) I could make that much money in five seconds!
(C) Yea right Bonaparte! This guy's muscular, I heard Pumpkinhead was fat
(B) He's not fat, he's just strong like a liger
(C) Well Pamela got an autographed copy of his new album
(B) Lucky!
(C) I would buy it if it came with a gold bracelet or something
(B) Marco Polo produced the whole album so he has a buttload of great beats
(C) That's what I'm talking about! Well, here, I'm done with the computer
(C) Peace out!
(B) Freakin idiot! Gosh! (*exhales loudly*)