...Or Get Crushed Like a Pumpkin

Stop the messing around, no time for game playing

Get on your knees, put your hands together, start praying

As I approach, it's a case of do or die

So I try and I try but don't ask me why

Lyrics on paper, skip the introduction

Steady rhymes and beats and crazy production

The message in the music is a must

And I must confess that every once in a while I'm in a mess

Never getting dressed for the occasion

See me how you will but this is my occupation

Try to hold me back and I'll treat you like a pumpkin

Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin

MCs know we're not the ones you can toy with

Keeping on, keeping on, keeping on, go with the flow

If you're down with this, say "Ho" (Ho!)

Now you know

Trick tricking 'em all, you're lacking the practice

Trick tricking 'em all, you know we don't lack this

Trick tricking 'em all, you know you can't hack this

You got to live it good if you want to come back this

Others know that we're the ones that they cannot fuck with

You want to come rock with? Then come on and walk with

Me, know the real, know the real, know the real

Know the deal, know the deal, know the deal

This is not an imitation

The multiplication of three times five is fifteen

I don't have no time for beaty-broly people

People, people, you don't want to be feeble

Back in '82, you know we're loving the wild style

You don't seem to understand that I'm the solo child

Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin

Get out my way or get crushed, you piece of doo doo

Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin

Get out my way or forever hold your peace

Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin

Get out my way or get crushed, you piece of doo doo

Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin

Get out my way or forever hold your peace

Get down, get down, make your way to a step down

You want to come better than being just another clown

Bullshit performer, zero is what you're getting

Trendsetting, and others ain't forgetting quick

I got to be slick and make it stick

And maybe go mad like a lunatic

You want to know the truth? I got the radios jammed up

Your decks are crammed up, this is what I cooked up

And when I hooked up with AD2000

Many were browsing

Guess that it was something that I wanted to stick to

You tried to mess around so when I found you, I kicked you

You know the rest 'cause it's like straight in your boom bye

You want to trick the kid on the street? Nah

I don't think so, we got you worked out silly

I'm the MC, you're the rockabilly

Billy, Billy, Billy goat

You want to make a record but you can't sing a damn note

You need a haircut, ain't that the truth?

Man, oh man, you're looking like a Ruth

Or Julie, yours truly, Isabel

Who can tell? Ah, well

Bickle breaths coming from the right to the left

What's left is your skills upon the shelf

Or should I say lack of? Come on, back off

'Cause you don't want me getting busy on your daily

Jack of all trades, I'm the master of one

Put out your cigarette, put on your shoes, then run

Want to know more? You don't have the gift

I put on my trainers, defeat you and shift

'Cause I don't have time to kill, still

I couldn't give a horse's nuts if you're top heel

Kitten head smelling like a chicken that's gone off

The fridge I never clean, the mic is my sawn-off

Heads are blown off, the system is a killer

You want to be healed or you want to be the healer?

Pumpkin, plus you want to know something?

We're crushing you, you're the son of the devil

Better get deep or get played, slayed

Nut with the blade, now it's time to terminate

Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin

Get out my way or get crushed, you piece of doo doo

Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin

Get out my way or forever hold your peace

Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin

Get out my way or get crushed, you piece of doo doo

Get out my way or get crushed like a pumpkin

Get out my way or forever hold your peace