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...OR GET CRUSHED LIKE A PUMPKIN Stop the messing around, no time for game playing Get on your knees, put your hands together, start praying As I approach it's a case of do or die So I try and I try but don't ask me why Lyrics on paper, skip the introduction Steady rhymes and beats and crazy production The message in the music is a must And I must confess that every once in a while I'm in a mess Never get dressed for the occasion See me how you will but this is my occupation Try to hold me back and I'll treat you like a pumpkin Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin MCs know we're not the ones you can toy with Keeping on, keeping on, keeping on, go with the flow If you're down with this say ho (Ho) - Now you know Trick, tricking 'em all you're lacking the practice Trick, tricking 'em all you know we don't lack this Trick, tricking 'em all you know you can't hack this You got to live it good if you wanna come back this Others know that we're the ones that they cannot fuck with You wanna come rock with, then come on and walk with Me know the real, know the real, know the real Know the deal, know the deal, know the deal This is not an imitation The multiplication of 3 times 5 is 15 I don't have no time for biddy-bolie people People people you don't wanna be feeble Back in '82 you know we're loving the Wild Style You don't seem to understand that I'm the solo child Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin Get out my way or get crushed you piece of doo doo Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin Get out my way or forever hold your peace..... (repeat) Get down, get down, make your way to a step town You wanna come better that being just another clown Bullshit performer, zero is what you're getting Trend-setting and others ain't forgetting Quick, I got to be slick and make it stick And maybe go mad like a lunatic You wanna know the truth I got the radios jammed up Your decks are crammed up, this what I cooked up And when I hooked up with ADEE 2000 many were browsing Guess that it was something that I wanted to stick to You tried to mess around so when I found you I kicked you You know the rest 'cause it's like straight in your boom-bah You wanna trick the kid on the street? Nah I don't think so; we got you worked out silly I'm the mc and you're the rockabilly Billy, Billy, Billy, goat You wanna make a record but can't sing a damn note You need a haircut, ain't that the truth Man oh man you're looking like a Ruth Or Julie, yours truly, Isabel Who can tell, ahhh well Pickle breath going from the right to the left What's left is your skills upon the shelf Or should I say lack of, come on back off 'Cause you don't want me getting busy on you daily Jack of all trades, I'm the master of one Put out your cigarettes, put on your shoes and run Wanna know more, you don't have the gift I put on my trainers, defeat you and shift 'Cause I don't have time to kill, still I couldn't give a horse's nuts if you're top bill Kitten head, smelling like a chicken that's gone off The fridge I never clean, the mic is my sawn-off Heads are blown off, the system is a killer You wanna be healed or you wanna be the healer Pumpkin plus you wanna know something We're crushing you; you're the son of the devil Better get deep or get played, slayed Not with a blade now it's time to terminate.... Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin Get out my way or get crushed you piece of doo doo Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin Get out my way or forever hold your peace..... |