Pumpkinhead, Mr. Metaphor, Poison Pen - Ressurection Rap lyrics

Son, we stay block-roaming look at my garb
Dog i look like a black Roman
My dirty cover half my face
Trees on where the bark is just
Right the colors on my jersey
Play off the nice goon feelings
Get a vest coat, jack at Mitchell & Ness
Looking for a OJ throwback heavyset
Keep your face scowled up give
Me a second look, shit
Hit you with a second hook not
Them eight bar sinks holy ships
Chair music canaries around your head
Could fucking sing along with
Broads love me ‘cause I sling that porn dick
Run with a New York Met not Mike Piazza
We keep bats and gloves
So I got the right to rob ya
Pumpkinhead cocky, jump out and skeet
The only shells y’all spit
Out is sunflower seeds
We three dudes on one track you beating us
Is when Jesus come back resurrection
Apocalypse rap
End of days, yo, we cocking it back
Y’all niggas wack shut the fuck up
Put a sock in your trap
We like young guns, regulate
Chop ‘em like crack
Y’all don’t want none we heavyweights
Boxing ‘em back
Y’all niggas wack shut the fuck up
Put a sock in your trap
We like young guns, regulate
Chop ‘em like crack what?

We some players from the
Himalayas when I say, "Players"
I don’t mean ice or gators
P and P definitely gonna shock the majors
Peep the steez
Creep with ease there’s a lot of haters
Y’all don’t want it i’m bionic
You still smoke sticky chronic
Don’t make me pull out the rocket
And cock it like Sticky’s optic
I’m brand-new y’all spit out old
Shit like a colonic
Assholes, don’t block my cash flow
I’m from Park Slope he from
The block of NA rock
Together, we’re like the Hulk and Juggernaut
We’re the tropical fantasy, we ghetto
Spit metal bars
Leave hella scars tell your squad
They’ll be next to God
I’m getting better i’ll turn
Into a human shredder
Leave you laid up on a stretcher
Holier than Freddy Krueger’s sweater
Me and Met Brooklyn-Ac’-affiliated
Y’all really hate it peace to The
Plague we a part of greatness
We three dudes on one track you beating us
Is when Jesus come back resurrection
Apocalypse rap
End of days, yo, we cocking it back
Y’all niggas wack shut the fuck up
Put a sock in your trap
We like young guns, regulate
Chop ‘em like crack
Y’all don’t want none we heavyweights
Boxing ‘em back
Y’all niggas wack shut the fuck up
Put a sock in your trap
We like young guns, regulate
Chop ‘em like crack what?

Ayyo, it’s Poison run to the
Store and get that vaccine
It’s Pumpkinhead, Metaphor
We gonna stack green
And get money you taking food from the plate
You dead, dummy, get rudely awakened step
Sonny brooklyn-repping downtown, the hood is
Getting liver breaking world
We’re getting higher
Roll the Dutch i’ll hold
L’s with a cobra-clutch
And blow lines that’ll blow you up
We Strongholding the Words A’ Mouth
Leave the song swollen we all
Chosen to run this shit
You are now on the mothership
We taking flight
Breaking night the snakes’ll bite
Focus in on this and make a wish
We’ll make you rich just raise your fist
And solemnly swear the honor is
There there’s time to prepare
It’s on now son, we finally there
We three dudes on one track you beating us
Is when Jesus come back resurrection
Apocalypse rap
End of days, yo, we cocking it back
Y’all niggas wack shut the fuck up
Put a sock in your trap
We like young guns, regulate
Chop ‘em like crack
Y’all don’t want none we heavyweights
Boxing ‘em back
Y’all niggas wack shut the fuck up
Put a sock in your trap
We like young guns, regulate
Chop ‘em like crack what?

Yeah, yeah, yeah poison Pen uh
Huh yeah pumpkinhead my
Nigga Metaphor uh will Tell on the beat
Yo check it out uh himalaya players what?
Heh himalaya players what?
Heh himalaya players uh yodel
Uh yodel, yodel, yodel