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letra de betta duck - mr. voodoo

mr. voodoo – “betta duck”
[emcee(s): mr. voodoo]
[producer(s): charlemagne]
[scratches: [?]]

[intro: mr. voodoo]
uh huh, yeah. ‘bout to get on some lyrical sh-t right here, let these n-ggas know. hip hop quotable sh-t, know what i mean? check it out

[verse 1: mr. voodoo]
when i
appear, it’s a moment of fright. this ain’t open mic
but everybody gonna see a moment of light. to the
last moment of life, to the last moment i fight while y’all like
gary coleman: old men that ain’t grow right. my flow
like, snow white—you could sniff the ‘caine
rhyming or shifting ‘caine—same game, different game. used
to live in castles—now we hustle in gates. used
to sit on thrones—now we’re sitting on milkcrates. got
burners and eights, blocks, corners, and gates
murders and rapes, cops, coroners, and yellow tapes
n-ggas getting locked up, and they turn to states
forget about it. i’m with whatever’s earning the papes
trapped by materialism, rap with material wisdom
ain’t concerned with the cr-p in your stereo system
catching fire violations when my words start to spill
and you know i blaze sh-t like fire marshall bill

[hook: samples with scratches by [?]]
“what i’ma hit you with, you motherf-ckers better duck” – sample from the notorious b.i.g. – “warning” (x4)

[verse 2: mr. voodoo]
i drop
gems that’s flawless
burst the chorus coerced by thoughts that’s lawless
f-ck flow—you got to call this pollution ‘cause every rhyme
you hear me spit put grime in the air. i’m trying
to start a crime scare while y’all fools turn to
dope [?] times square
not means—it’s purely maturity thieves
desert eagles [?] calling your security team
when i clap the stray in the park, it graze your heart
leave you with wings and a halo, playing a harp. you know
i keep the rifle shot. n-ggas want a t-tle shot
[?] are shot in a vital spot
‘til my rivals drop, i’m blasting n-ggas like trifling
cop, make you ask, “when do the cycle stop?”
trife since i began life in a placenta
and i stay in a cypher like a five-percenter

[hook: samples with scratches by [?]]
“what i’ma hit you with, you motherf-ckers better duck” – sample from the notorious b.i.g. – “warning” (x4)

[verse 3: mr. voodoo]
allow me to propose a toast. i don’t pop toast
and sip. i’ll pop toast to hit shot close to hip
stay behind by the iron m-ss like the man in the
iron mask, taking mine—i ain’t trying to ask
taking mine, you can lie in a cask, stuck where demons dwell
buck and see men yell—f-ck this scene as well. n-ggas better
duck when they see them sh-lls from the problem-solver
i handle the 9-iron like a golfer
transform like water, baking soda, c0ke fired up in
a pot when the warring ain’t fire a shot
conspire and plot, n-ggas, better grab your tools
‘cause we can war forever like we’re arabs and jews
agu be detonating the mags, leave you in
a hospital, laid-up, defecating in bags
i’m from brooklyn, the home of the snakes, wheelchairs
comas and waste, pulling out chrome on the face

[hook: samples with scratches by [?]]
“what i’ma hit you with, you motherf-ckers better duck” – sample from the notorious b.i.g. – “warning” (x8)

- mr voodoo

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