Anything – PumpkinHead: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Anything

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Anything został wydany 23 sierpnia 2005 przez Soulspazm Records, Inc. jako część albumu Orange Moon Over Brooklyn

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumOrange Moon Over Brooklyn

Data wydania23 sierpnia 2005

WytwórniaSoulspazm Records, Inc.

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM90

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

PumpkinHead

Performer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Marco Polo

Producer

Tekst Utworu

**** nowadays, I just think they ungrateful. You know'm saying? They

Come in and out of the game, they give up. You know'm saying? They

Don't really struggle and hustle and do what they gotta do

I remember back in the days, you know'm saying? Remember like

You couldn't afford, like, Fruity Pebbles. We had Kabooms

You know'm saying? You know, you couldn't afford Captain Crunch

You had King Vitamins. You know'm saying? Came in the bag

You know'm mean? Kids nowadays don't understand, you know'

M saying? You gotta do what you gotta do to get on and struggle

And survive in this game. You know'm mean? That's real, dog

I got knowledge condensed in the space of my brain

Words, definitions, and cultures from Africa to Spain

You know my name, so I won't repeat it

Just know I can do any type of job when the work is needed

That's why I stopped getting weeded

I stopped cigarettes too, cold turkey, because I ain't need it

All you need is willpower, strength, and faith—believe it

Anything you set your mind to do, you can achieve it

All that negative "no-can-do" attitude, delete it

Pray to whoever you pray to: Allah, Jah, or Jesus

I dropped out of high school, but in my mind, I'm a genius

So I made it further than dudes with a GED did

Then I reached in the deepest of creases

Read books and Shakespearean masterpieces

Burned textbooks given out by my teachers

That fed his story to me in pieces. I exorcised those demons

Those who were fictitious and facetious

Don't get it twisted. This ain't my album—it's a thesis

Written with heart and soul, better than decent

Blood, sweat, and tears just to hear the cheers in the bleachers

You gotta grind, you gotta struggle, you gotta hustle

To get in this world you need

What's hard work and pain if you're afraid to bleed?

To achieve from fame to love, from name to shine

You gotta move fast, can't waste your time. I did

To create a new flow, let's get it and go

And if you fuck up, only heaven'll know

'Cause anything goes

I rocked one pair of sneakers per school year—now listen

If they got scuffed, I covered it up with Griffin

My moms sewed the holes in the kitchen

My clothes got sewn so much, it looked like my clothes had stitches

So I went to school, trying not to look bummy

And I swore one day, when I got my hands on some money

I'd take the twelve-inch cuffs out

Of my jeans so I wouldn't look funny

But mommy got a good job and now I'm filling my tummy

God bless her for the support so we wouldn't stay hungry

Putting name brands on our back—now we look like new money

So fresh, so clean, so now all the girls gonna want me

In fifth grade, sixth grade, girls wanna dry hump me

We taking weeklong trips, driving cross-country

In a new family whip. The neighborhood loved me

Watching a portable TV in the back, I feel lucky

Laughing at Fred Snack Lamont and call him "Big Dummy"

And this all because of my moms—big up

My dad was around, but when he passed, she didn't give up

She worked hard to keep her chin up and dress her kids up

We did

You gotta grind, you gotta struggle, you gotta hustle

To get in this world you need

What's hard work and pain if you're afraid to bleed?

To achieve from fame to love, from name to shine

You gotta move fast, can't waste your time. I did

To create a new flow, let's get it and go

And if you fuck up, only heaven'll know

'Cause anything goes

My songs are scripted from visions of the past

I've lived different lives—I'm one of the last

Poets. My motive is to show kids

My flow is the closest to what a GOAT is

The most gifted of all time to ever hold the mic and explode it

Rebuild it to a golden rod. I get respect from the older gods

To represent this culture hard and promote it

What's the odds of me making it to The Hills on my lawn

And being the only owner of, like, four hundred cars?

I'm trying to make numbers like A-Rod

But I remain underground—me and my squad

I wanna be on the cover of Fortune 500, burning some chron'

I wanna own the first company

To employ all of the ghetto for good-paying jobs

So I pray to God for help, wisdom, and a million for my moms

So when the mic is in my palm, I'

Ll spit it like I was strapped to a bomb

Get it right. Don't get it twisted

I'm grown now, so the rich and lavish life? I'm trying to live it

Without the same attitude of some of you midgets

I want my son to know his dad had a humbler image

You gotta grind, you gotta struggle, you gotta hustle

To get in this world you need

What's hard work and pain if you're afraid to bleed?

To achieve from fame to love, from name to shine

You gotta move fast, can't waste your time. I did

To create a new flow, let's get it and go

And if you fuck up, only heaven'll know

'Cause anything goes

I'm the greatest tech seed there could ever be

The guy that you'll never see

Sort of like the ghost in the wind

I can't control what flows from within

My lyrics spew from my heart

And I tear wack emcees apart

Hey, Chip, get off the flipping computer

What do you want, Bonaparte? I'm busy

What are you so busy with?

I'm in the middle of my chatroom meeting

Well, hurry up. I want to pre-order the new Pumpkinhead album

I didn't know he had a new one

It's called Orange Moon Over Brooklyn

Well, that's pretty cool. Did you hear Kill Music Volume 1?

Heck yes I did! It's flipping sweet!

Laquita and I were only feeling the guest appearances. I was pretty T

O.'d 'cause I could've spent my ten bucks on Half A Dollar's album

Gross! You have, like, the worst taste ever!

Bonaparte, like anyone could ever really know that

Well, this is an official album. He signed to Soulspasm Records

Well, I guess you could say it's getting pretty serious

Freaking idiot! I should beat you with my nunchucks

I wish you wouldn't talk to me like that. We

Both know I'm training to be a cage fighter

I wish you would get out of my life and shut up!

You're just mad 'cause Pumpkinhead isn'

T better than Half A Dollar. He's a millionaire

I could make that much money in five seconds!

Yeah, right, Bonaparte. This guy'

S muscular. I heard Pumpkinhead was fat

He's not fat. He's just strong like a liger

Well, Pablo got an autographed copy of his new album

Lucky!

I would buy it if it came with a gold bracelet or something

Marco Polo produced the album, so he has a buttload of great beats

That's what I'm talking about. Well, here

I'm done with the computer. Peace out

Freaking idiot! Gosh! Sigh

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