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letra de criminal element - mr. voodoo

mr. voodoo – “criminal element”
[emcee(s): mr. voodoo]
[producer(s): [?]]

[intro: sample and mr. voodoo]
[sample]
“you, see, environment? a little bit, yes, but, an early age, an early age who you are is who you are”
[mr. voodoo]
yeah, uh huh, criminal element, baby. check it out

[hook: mr. voodoo and sample with scratches]
[mr. voodoo]
i’m baking
soda, coke and water in the flesh, snakes in shoes
bulletproof mesh, committing sins of the flesh
which element am i?
[sample with scratches]
“criminal one” (x3)
[mr. voodoo]
i’m an angel
with a dirty face, .38 on the waist
submachine gun in a violin case
which element am i?
[sample with scratches]
“criminal one” (x3)

[verse 1: mr. voodoo]
check it out. mic cord and cables
like life cords, enable, i give birth to flow
my game is full, firm, and yours is prenatal. feel me with the
gangster talk, but when sh-t get deep and hectic, y’all the
first n-ggas to say, “yo, let’s just keep it on record,” claiming y’all
pack iron, but lack iron like y’all anemic. see me
in the street, nothing sweet, i’m hypoglycemic. you could
talk about your sh-lls and heaters, kis and g’s, but that’s
velveeta—see me when you got real cheese

[hook: mr. voodoo and sample with scratches]
[mr. voodoo]
i’m a
brooklyn-bred species, my theses is:
compared to me, these emcees is feces
which element am i?
[sample with scratches]
“criminal one” (x3)
[mr. voodoo]
i don’t need the game
the game need me like fiends and crack, i lean back and let
them lames feed me. yo, i ain’t greedy
which element am i?
[sample with scratches]
“criminal one” (x3)

[verse 2: mr. voodoo]
ayyo, it’s like i need
ten of me with gats. i wish i had
ten of me with gats ‘cause if i had
ten of me with gats, i’d blast enemies and rats
and the same thing goes for you fake industry cats. n-ggas
2faced like my n-ggas l and a, boys in blue chase
trying to put you in a cell to decay, them cops sick
put you under when it pop quick or lock you in the can
f-ck you with the plunger and the mop stick. i ain’t
f-cking with cats getting high or drunk with cats—same dudes
who rob you and leave you in a truck with rats. time to
separate the gangsters from the punks with gats
criminal, i’m coming for plaques and coming for stacks

[hook: mr. voodoo and sample with scratches]
[mr. voodoo]
now in this game
my name carrying fright. they’re afraid to
release me, it’s like my name marion knight
which element am i?
[sample with scratches]
“criminal one” (x3)
[mr. voodoo]
i must stash, polly with
loose pauls and mustache petes. y’all actions are
fear-influenced, mine are racketeer-influenced
which element am i?
[sample with scratches]
“criminal one” (x3)

[verse 3: mr. voodoo]
f-ck with my property?
shots i give for that. me and poverty
like a divorced couple—i can’t live with that. therefore, i
took the grip and stack. for the cream, was like a fiend
skinny and not giving a f-ck about my hygiene. no matter
the dose, they’re raggedy. ain’t trying to have the feds
investigating baggy or interrogating, nag me. all i’m saying
is “it wasn’t me” like sh-ggy. while y’all n-ggas turn
g-y and f-ggoty and change your strategy
i play the shadows hard, trying to see more
fortunes than miss cleo do with them tarot cards. play the
ass, streets, and y’all strapped, chrome on hip. any rapper
for showmanship, i’d rather clap and show him clips, rather
clap than own a strip, scr-p over its ownership, set up shop
chop blow and flip, then i keep writing raps
shopping demos and owing chips—that’s why i treat
rap as if it was o’s to flip, i’m like
white man, expanding into new territory
and relocate the natives that were there before me
everything get blazed—scorched-earth policy. no living thing
gets saved, and the f-ck if you think you deserve apology?
to the victors go the spoils of war. we foil the law
unwrap and boil the raw. from the first criminal
thought you caught in the brain, realize it only took
a quart of ‘caine to flood the streets like they’re water mains
your mind’s a gun, i’m feeding it clips ‘til you see what i’m saying
like feds with cameras that be reading lips. i’m a
criminal crackpot, so sick and dark, i’m trying to
turn 106 & park into a crack-spot
criminal element, baby

[interlude: mr. voodoo with scratches]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, check it out, yo

[bridge: mr. voodoo and (sample with scratches)]
which element am i? (“criminal one”). yeah, a-which
element am i? (“criminal one”). uh huh, which
element am i? (“criminal one”). yeah, a-which
element am i? (“criminal one”). yeah, a-which
element am i? (“criminal one”). uh huh, which
element am i? (“criminal one”). yeah, a-which
element am i? (“criminal one”). yeah

[outro: mr. voodoo]
yo, criminal element, baby

- mr voodoo

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