Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trifactor, artist - Pumpkinhead.
Date of issue: 23.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
Niggaz better be ready, I ain’t about to call it quits |
Though people knew that I was mad innovative |
I was caught up in a trap in a bad situation |
But I’m glad niggaz 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 niggaz 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 |
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 |