Pumpkinhead, Wordsworth, Supastition - Trifactor lyrics

We're in the final seconds
Of this all-star game it's a tied score
Supastition passes to Wordsworth
Wordsworth with the assist to Pumpkinhead
Two seconds left
And Pumpkinhead hit's the trifactor!

"They gon' have to mention me among the best"
"You ain't innovatin, you're regurgitatin"
"They gon' have to mention me among the best"
"When I step in the place, you get nervous"

You got three dudes on hand
That spit it the best
You're small in the game
At best you're reachin my chest
I'm deeper than sex with Tabitha Stevens
Usin a 10-inch long dildo
And she ejaculate semen
I mastered the reason, perfected the answer
You're just not believable
Like a Mexican Santa
Philly loves me, and I get respect in Atlanta
Pumpkinhead puts it down like
Thor with a hammer
My grammar is Grammy status
I'm thankin the Lord
I get to the point like Young
Buck's knife at the Vibe Awards
So when I step foot in the arena
You break a sweat like Ruben Studdard
Eatin buttered Farina
So your nervousness is fully understandable
You're facin an animal
That'll erase your face with a cannonball
Tough break, how you makin that duck face
When you're Martha Stewart's inmate
At Camp Cupcake?

Yeah, get nervous
Just forget about the small talk
Nonsense and all of it
Niggas better be ready
I ain't about to call it quit's
Though people knew that I was mad innovative
I was caught up in a trap in a bad situation
But, I'm glad niggas waited
Cause, I gradually graduated
Certified and takin rap cats back to basics
I knew that I would shine one of these days
I'm ready as ever
Prepared for the comin of age
An unfuck-wit-able flow
Though some'll debate
If anybody better tell 'em step
In front of the plate
And rest assured, I'm bringin the best
The pure product
Like the number one Columbian
Dealer of narcotics
I should be a household name
But y'all caught up
In the buzz and the hype but
Niggas love what I write
And I does what I like despite
Whenever somethin's said
The franchise player with
Words and Pumpkinhead let's go

Scratched variations

Yeah, uh huh, yo yeah, uh huh, yo, yo
You never will win
Bein said off the head or the pen
Like a stillborn baby you were dead to begin
Rhyme 'til the record ends
You can't make a mixtape with me
Featurin a verse that you edited in
We set it again start from the top
My margin'll stop is when the numbers won't
Revolve on the clock
I shine outside, and provide light outdoors
When I blackout with my rhymes
And you white-out yours my mood behavior
The flows and the moves I made up
Cater to schools, studied by music majors
The rules is straight up to
Keep you from losin labor
For you and usin paper is like euthanasia
Just heatin up, every day doper I become
Scientists think the Earth is gettin
Closer to the sun
You got Words and you have the rest
Don't mention me among
Mention me AS the best you know the truth