Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alkaline n' acid, artist - Raiden. Date of issue: 23.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Alkaline n' acid |
| This is the beginning of greatness. |
| I broke out the Matrix |
| Take a deep breath, open up your platelets |
| And take this and make this your own, face it |
| In case kids try to recreate this in clone |
| I was born of a different breed, a bloodline of kings |
| Downloaded into your dreams in the form of MP3 |
| Been on two labels—one took a break, the other folded |
| They didn’t understand what I had was golden |
| A leader amongst thieves, a warrior amongst men |
| Since the age of 13, a savant with a pen |
| Put me in front of a microphone, I’ll spit out a gem |
| Covered in phlegm. |
| Music, I make it rough to the end |
| Brooklyn-born and bred and I got the solution |
| Drop all your acts, clean up your roster, stop the pollution |
| Kids watchin' illusions on TV, brainwashed |
| So I wanna divert they attention and try not to lose 'em |
| Are you with me? |
| Or is this too much rebellion? |
| Pumpkinhead is what they call me but I’ve been nicknamed a hellion |
| I’m the fallin' of the Berlin' Wall, the end of apartheid |
| The feelin' of comin' home from war and seein' your moms with her arms wide |
| I should be on the list of your all-time favorites |
| Luckily, I have patience; |
| amazingly |
| I will wait 'til hell freezes over. |
| You gon' put me on your playlist |
| At one time, I had the underground in my hands |
| I let you have it for a sec—now I’m back in demand |
| No need to say my name—you already know who I am |
| And I’m rollin' through your town like a horse into the city of Troy |
| All this fake thug shit got me really annoyed |
| You claim you a man, but in reality |
| Like Tom Hanks in that movie «Big,» you’re really a boy |
| Give this kiddie a toy. |
| To you label distributors that fronted on my music |
| Eat a fat one, go sign the bullshit that’s diluted |
| I’m back, like Freddie, with an LP—I hope you’re ready |
| For Alkaline 'N' Acid—the combination’s deadly |
| Yeah, what I told you man? |
| Hehe, this album is crazy |
| Yo, matter of fact, I’mma stop, I’mma stop rhymin' |
| I’mma let my son spit |
| And that’s better than half y’all niggas that’s puttin' records out right now |
| We serious right now, that’s rainin' right there |
| SoulSpazm, «Orange Moon Over Brooklyn,» c’mon |