Pumpkin Hill (Just Gon’ Creep)

Verse 1:
(I won't) let it get to me, I'm just gon' creep
Down at Pumpkin Hill, I gots to find my lost piece
Looking left and right like I'm finna' cross streets
Raw heat when I spit, rinse, and floss teeth

Awh sweet, I can sense it in my feet, close by
Could ask these monitors, but most lie, oh my
God, graveyard theory is a fraud, stupid emerald
(Get the) general into the netherworld, I said it all

Crying pumpkin in the valley, go tally my wins up
Strictly comical like Sally, they rally behind me
"FISTS UP" I'm a Creeper, but no Minecraft homes
"Where's your emerald?" Actually... mine crashed home

Dag gon', in my zone, man I got the Holy Ghost
But these other ghosts only do the most, what a hoax
Hell, I'm feeling funky, rhymes moving the crowd
Let me show you something, it might creep you out

Chorus:
Let it get to me? I'm just gon' creep
Down in Pumpkin Hill, I gots to find my lost piece
I know that it's here, I sense it in my feet
The great emerald's power allows me to feel

I can't see a thing, but it's around somewhere
I got to hold my head, I have no fear
It probably sounds "crazy crazy" - a graveyard theory
A ghost tried to approach me, and he got leery

Verse 2:
I won't let it get to me, don't you see? I'm a creep
Peep my speech when I sleep, dream of bars, super deep
In my craft, bring a raft, 'cause I'm finna' start a flow
Cheep Cheeps ready know, sweet sneaks for the show

Tweet tweet, rhyme for Twitter, this spitter is not a quitter
I figured out the DaVinci code - Lisa's bigger picture
I'd split ya' with my sharp spit; hit ya', like a mosh pit
Fix ya', 'cause you're a tool, fool with cards, and I'm all in

...Regardless, falling like Angel Island
Bro, we are heartless, wondering who truly God is
I bring a nasty talent from an island in the heavens
Boy, I got my lucky seven spirits, and let's go my brethren

Belting out my bars, whip work, but no buckle or
Struggle, I snuggle with the emerald, a couple years ago met
Sonic, all chuckle, he's puzzled, won't move a muscle on me, so
Go get the muzzle, dawg, lyrical fists will pummel - I'm humble

Chorus