Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Authentic, artist - Pumpkinhead. Date of issue: 23.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Authentic |
| Ha ha ha, yo where my Brooklyn crew at? |
| (We right here) |
| Yo where my Toronto crew at? |
| (Sayin we right here son) |
| This is where Pumpkinhead takes it back to the basics |
| A twelve inch single, to get you out of The Matrix |
| Away from the sellouts, lookin like Andy &Amos |
| I’m not a super duper star, but I’m almost famous |
| But wait, have patience, my flow is so sacred |
| The rebirth of a culture they thought was outdated |
| Love it or hate it I made it and reshaped it And molded and folded it over kicks and sub basics (damn!) |
| Some places refuse to just play it Cause I’m not rhymin about guns drugs and court cases |
| Or I’m hated cause my pigment is too shaded |
| And I don’t wear trucker hats, me whack, is a false statement |
| My raw cadence came with a call waiting |
| So I can switch over styles while you stand in awe jaded |
| Your jaw’s breakin while you walkin the hall pacin |
| Thinkin Pumpkinhead’s authentic, and y’all all fakin |
| This is hip-hop music for your soul |
| Original don’t twist it or confuse it no no no Authentic circa 1992 shit feel the glow |
| Of Pumpkinhead and Marco Polo’s new hit oh oh oh |
| This is for all the DJ’s from the East to the West |
| Authentic hip-hop music, this is as good as it gets |
| Marco laid down the tracks and I react with a flow |
| Just like I did for Sway &Tech on the Wake Up Show |
| Ohh, hold up you about to go nuts |
| When you hear Revolution wax and scratch this tone up Authentic, no Screw version or remix |
| But Eclipse’ll deep six and flea fick even if the beat skips |
| I’m your new neighbor, best friend to a crossfader |
| Beyond you by light years, so they play me on Future Flavors |
| Marley Marl, Primo and Pete Rock |
| And Evil Dee’ll bless this heat rock until the beat stops |
| Beat Junkies flip the tune and Skratch Piklz |
| will bump this all night that’s right, it’s that simple |
| Can’t forget B-Mello, Seattle is on lock |
| DJ Links in Canada got this record 'pon cock |
| Non-stop, 'til 3001 |
| Can’t forget Turntable Annihilists and DP-One |
| We got that vibe and sound to bring chills to your bones |
| Takin you back to the knapsack and headphones |
| P.H. |
| and M.P. |
| straight keepin it live |
| Authentic hip-hop, for 2005 |
| Okay, you got the gist of what I’m tryin to do Is bring it back to the year of 1992 |
| My lyrics inhabit a spirit and image you all miss |
| So I, give it and spit it and rip it, awww shit |
| I’m what you call a purist so my fitted and kicks |
| flippin the script in the whip I want xzibit to pimp |
| I’m an old man, I don’t need diamond chains to make me Samuel Jackson’s opposite, it’s impossible to break me Since «Dynamic,"my name’s been well known |
| Your career’s Mr. Glass and could shatter like frail bones |
| Aww hell no! |
| You know I’m up in the mix |
| Reppin hip-hop like a race and I’m runnin the shit |
| Marathon in Babylon whether you Bloody or Crip |
| They’re gonna scream out my name like, «You son of a bitch!» |
| We got that vibe and sound to bring chills to your bones |
| Takin you back to the knapsack and headphones |
| P.H. |
| and M.P. |
| straight keepin it live |
| Authentic hip-hop, for 2005 |