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letra de unknown demo - mr. voodoo

mr. voodoo – “unknown demo”
[emcee(s): mr. voodoo]
[producer(s): charlemagne]

[verse 1: mr. voodoo]
let us
begin. is it live or is it jive? i stay on
that tail like a state trooper on a jersey drive. this is
hip hop purified—with nutrients, it’s fortified. call me
the pilot for your eye. like a tour guide, i show the way
the flows i sing make many opponents. rappers
be fronting when they know they’re g-y, h0m-s stay that
i stack g’s, so extract these
n-u-ts out your throat. kick melodies for c-notes over
beats, i float like a deceased man bloated, like an
obese man, teflon-coated, but y’all’ll pull policemen
your ho’s holding my sausage. i’ll hold a crowd hostage, so put
your hands in the air—you’ve been surrounded. i’m pound-
-for-pound the sh-t. you’re too counterfeit to coun-
-teract. i’ve seen blood of the wack like count drac’
emcees be trying to bounce back, but ain’t announced that
sounds fat, but, kid, you don’t even know the half
i’m deep as a v-g-n-l shaft. blind, deaf, and dumb’ll feel the wrath
when papers touch my lips, the graph coolest miller draft
when it comes to mental faculties, you are understaffed
just for thinking of competing with me. don’t make me “hah”

[verse 2: mr. voodoo]
well, it’s
the glorious, victorious one, london eye
so sleep if you wanna—go ‘head, get some shuteye
but i say i’m gonna kick it to ya simple as time
simple as the simplest crime. my temple is my mind
i can make you dance but not with this rhyme, mother-
-f-cker. this ain’t the grind—listen to the rhyme i designate
put on page to resonate. stages i detonate
devastate, never hesitate. featherweights, get away
[?], kick a rhyme and breeze, got
mad testes, so don’t try to hang with it
i done did the genghis sh-t, but i ain’t on no gangster sh-t
find a mic, untangle it, strangle with and angle it
puncture your capillaries with verbal artillery
whenever i run out, i just switch to auxiliary
my mind fetches rhymes, but catches a n-gga reckless
i can’t picture that even with [?]. see
if you got freestyles but you don’t have no material
get your state managerial to battle the ethereal
compet-tors come petty and get blown into confetti
d-mn, why your face so sweaty?

[verse 3: mr. voodoo]
mr. voodoo
innovates hip hop. your style is oh so
renovate, it won’t get dropped. your flows drip-drop
like leaky faucets. i’m a reservoir—you know the re-
-pertoire: yearly, monthly, weekly, i toss it
never lost it ‘cause it’s internal. my journal
entries cause internal injuries. the undilu-
-table hemlock’s the suitable remedy. i’m shoving iron
nails under the cuticles of my enemy
i’ll bombard and come hard. these sc-m squads’ll run, god
what i’m rocking is studied like [?]
lethal like lard. rappers i diss hard and discard
rock discotheques and disconnect the incorrect
herbs that roll up get rolled up and smoked up
[?] ‘cause emp broke up. i might
get loc’ed up, but i ain’t on no cali sh-t. i’m on that
“get that n-gga from the dark alley” sh-t. mentally
no man can tally it or carry it. i’m proletariat
more n-ggas worship me than paganism. plagiarism’s
never condoned—i won’t allow it. i’m out with your
whole outlet. undoubtably, emcees’ll get run out it

- mr voodoo

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