Crhyme Life (Demo Version)

Lyrics

Mr. Voodoo - "Crhyme Life (Demo Version)" [Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Additional Vocals: Charlemagne] [Intro: Mr. Voodoo] Yeah, and so we come to another year.  Same shit, different day.  Same devil, different name.  Shit is all the same, don't nothing ever change [Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo] I live 'Cause God willed it, spilled in real shit, not Versace Moschino, or all that other ill shit. Y'all need to Kill it 'cause y'all flow like y'all on that snow white Old men that didn't grow right like Gary Coleman. My Vocabulary mold men like it's biblical, untold Inexplicable, you're swollen and mythical On patrolmen, I click and pull. They wanna cage me and Possess me like an Omen from Damien. The game we in's Bigger than the two of us. Don't know who to trust, wet you When my tool bust, better you than us. All the Feds Wanna do is just see a nigga locked in jail But I just max, cop a crop, and inhale Reveal an ox and impale, concealing Glocks in the mail Watching coke niggas scope the block for sales. Dope-heads Scrounge on mopeds. I'd rather die blazing like Scarface Than begging on my knees like Frank Lopez. I leave your Shook clique reject like broke heads whenever I plug A mic, me and the minor thugs alike 'cause [Hook: Mr. Voodoo] (x4) C-R-H-Y-M-E to the day That I die, it's the Crhyme Life for me [Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo] You want to Duel Voo? Let me school you. Don't let niggas fool you First of all, you're soft. Liquor and chocha, who you? I'ma Pull you and your partner's goddess (*Kiss*), swear to my father Niggas that went down in this game, I'll revere like martyrs Back when I used to wear a starter, in the days Of the park, when rap was an art, then I elicit Explicit images about thugs, clapped and sparked men Until they hemorrhaged—I was raised on that premise. Now I Grimace 'cause shit's too strenuous to smile where the Tenements pile, the snakes secrete a venom, it's vile I'm a menace, I'm foul, gun-crazed, shine like sunrays Face three-to-nine unfazed, my gun blaze under The moonlit, wilding like I'm on the central punitive Segregation unit. Crime's a thing my mind's in tune with, so while you Getting drunk at bars, fronting for chicks I'll be outside, waiting for you, hunting for victs. Really It's of no significance what the nine milli hits So long as I get you and your affiliates 'cause it's [Hook: Mr. Voodoo] (x4) C-R-H-Y-M-E to the day That I die, it's the Crhyme Life for me [Outro: Mr. Voodoo and (Charlemagne)] Word up. Peace to all them niggas that went down in this game (Yeah, yeah), know'm saying, for the money and the fame (Word up) and all that. Peace to all the NYC, (Oakland), Brooklyn, Boogie Down, (Compton), Manhattan, all-around. Can't forget Shaolin