Machine Gun Prayer (The Lost Demos EP Vol. 1 Version)

Lyrics

Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) - "Machine Gun Prayer" [Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] [Producer(s): Looie II] [Intro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mhm, yeah, Chryme Life. Agu, yo, yeah [Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] My eyes wide-open, but I'm asleep. If I should die Lie leaking in the street, I pray the Lord My soul to keep 'cause when it's my Time to go, I'm waiting for the Lord, holding heat [Verse 1: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Who trying to tell us that we ain't the most felonious? Unholiest zealots blasting 'til it's only us Y'all got it erroneous. My entourage and me The coin in the Dodge, forever "S-H-I-N-E." Without flaw I radiate and shine, my lines come in quarters, eight dimes Y'all niggas write rhymes, I orchestrate crime Niggas want to see my mortal rate climb, leave me laid up, getting food From a tube or in a pool of blood with a slug in my head Forget about it. Cats is hate-driven, bugged in the head Hate you living, love you dead. Had a near-death experience In a drug spot, huddled-up, gun in a prayer Position, my man's blood puddled up. Player, listen We can creep and burst through thoughts of death, dance like the Grim Reaper in a Jeep commercial. Saw his body leak Extra shells in my mouth, I could hardly speak, told them I'ma Show 'em what Hell about when the shottie squeak [Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] 'Cause my eyes are wide-open, but I'm asleep. If I should die Lie leaking in the street, I pray the Lord My soul to keep 'cause when it's my Time to go, I'm waiting for the Lord, holding heat My eyes are wide-open, but I'm asleep. If I should die Lie leaking in the street, I pray the Lord My soul to keep 'cause when it's my Time to go, I'm waiting for the Lord, holding heat [Verse 2: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] My nine Scars in conflicts, speak behind bars like convicts Ain't a thug, I'm a criminal. Tainted drug is killing you Like crack and Grand Marnier. Don't need an army, just a gun And, as an army of one, I stand like the army say Must be the Dom in me, the chardonnay or traum in me 'cause all Rappers getting is claps like nominees. Y'all got noth' in common with me Cats phony, nothing real in ya. That cartoon Thug Fat Tony more real than ya. Y'all ain't never been in The midst of shady crews. The boys in navy-blue will fuck with who They want, so be careful 'cause it may be you or baby crews That turn from brats to brutes with gats to shoot, and to kill you is The only way that they can earn an attribute, snatching loot From users and buyers, losers, snakes, and liars, snitches wearing Wires. We all gon' burn in a lake of fire. Jakes inquire They want me to snitch, so I snitched, gave 'em A list of names of niggas that's dead in a ditch [Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] 'Cause my eyes are wide-open, but I'm asleep. If I should die Lie leaking in the street, I pray the Lord My soul to keep 'cause when it's my Time to go, I'm waiting for the Lord, holding heat My eyes are wide-open, but I'm asleep. If I should die Lie leaking in the street, I pray the Lord My soul to keep 'cause when it's my Time to go, I'm waiting for the Lord, holding heat [Verse 3: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Y'all hope It's sweet, but the critically acclaimed author of the gangland Injure you critically and maim, and crime and rhyme Physically the same. I cop a few pieces Extra icy, give rappers two-pieces extra spicy With clappers, I'm extra sheisty. All I do is dick chicks And pole dykes, and drop unpredictable like dice. I'm convictable To the vice, make covenant with game. No alias I hustle using my government name. The State Wanna give me an 848 'cause, in its eyes, it's like I'm running a continuing criminal enterprise. Who do I trust? V's who I trust. Niggas in the game like D's 'Cause when it comes to rhymes, they buy and bust. I'm like Eddie Murphy with dreads, singing, "Kill the white people" Pretty but lethal like a 24-karat gold Desert Eagle Brooklyn's Resident Evil. Between you fools and I You are the weakest link. Goodbye [Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] 'Cause my eyes are wide-open, but I'm asleep. If I should die Lie leaking in the street, I pray the Lord My soul to keep 'cause when it's my Time to go, I'm waiting for the Lord, holding heat My eyes are wide-open, but I'm asleep. If I should die Lie leaking in the street, I pray the Lord My soul to keep 'cause when it's my Time to go, I'm waiting for the Lord, holding heat