Trifactor - Pumpkinhead, Supastition, Wordsworth

«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