Criminal Element

Lyrics

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 shit get deep and hectic, y'all the First niggas 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 shells 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. Niggas 2Faced like my niggas 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 Fuck you with the plunger and the mop stick. I ain't Fucking 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] Fuck 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 fuck 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 Shaggy. While y'all niggas turn Gay and faggoty 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, scrap 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 fuck 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