Forever Pumpkinhead

Yeah,

for the Brooklyn giant.

We keep the wax spinning.

(rest in peace)

From the steps of Brooklyn to the battle grounds You shook the

subterranean with supreme sounds No ghostwriting,

just a pen and a pad One of the greatest undergrounders we

ever had (PH!) Spitting fire on the corner under freezing skies The

culture lives on even when a legend dies

So raise your hands for the underground king Hear the sirens wail,

hear the pavement sing

(we hear you) From the concrete blocks to the highest peak

You spoke for the culture

when we couldn't speak

I still hear the scratch on the twelve-inch platter In the grand

scheme, all the hype didn't matter It was about the bars,

the wordplay, the heat The way you made the rhythm absolute on

the beat (always) Now the graffiti walls carry your name Far beyond

the fortune and the shallow fame

So raise your hands for the underground king Hear the sirens wail,

hear the pavement sing

(we hear you) From the concrete blocks to the highest peak

You spoke for the culture

when we couldn't speak

They can't erase the blueprint that you drew

Every park jam, every lyricist knew (legendary)

Your voice is etched in the brick and the stone

Even in the silence,

you are never alone

Yeah, Pumpkinhead.

We keep the mic warm for you.

(rest easy) (rest in power)