New York Straight Talk

Lyrics

Mr. Voodoo - "New York Straight Talk" [Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Hook: Samples] (x4) "Emcees out there, you better stand clear" - Sample from PMD on EPMD - "It's My Thing" "From New York, straight talk" - Sample from PMD on EPMD - "It's My Thing" (x2) [Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo] I was Lost in the mix from '84 to '86, parties In parks after dark, Wallabee Clarks and fat kicks. Before The coming of TECs and Glocks, we used to walk the blocks With Double-0-7, knots, and sneakers stuffed with socks. It was Bamboo before blunts, British Walkers, and suede fronts No droopy-drawer niggas or daisy-duke-wearing stunts. I used a Toothbrush to keep my suede PUMAs clean Did devious things using mischievious means. We used to Walk around with plastic bags in our pockets Steal a herb's kicks for profit. If the size fit, we'd rock it. Even Then, those I called friends was living hard and trife. For diamond- -studded Gazelles, I seen 'em take this god's life Peace to all the lockers and poppers and real hip hoppers I watched the boppers imitate it, they mimes the process. As A young child, I learned to box penitentiary-style Always trying new tricks we learned from Kungfu flicks, but crack came And, since then, things have never been the same Times have changed, now everyone wanna be in the game. One love One destiny when in your Timbs and Gore-Tex boots Bitches and loot in every color, army suit, no more boomboxes Just fast cars and fat systems that reverberate It's hard to differentiate the real from those who perpetrate Fair ones is out, loaded, so my bullets stay garlic-coated Keep my mind loaded and fuck you up blindfolded [Hook: Samples] (x4) "Emcees out there, you better stand clear" - Sample from PMD on EPMD - "It's My Thing" "From New York, straight talk" - Sample from PMD on EPMD - "It's My Thing" (x2) [Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo] I have Uprisen from the days of public assistance. Writing rhymes [?] hearing shots let off in the distance Persistence overcomes resistance of all opposition. Many Family members marked down as "missing" or "in prison" Minds blossom or wilt depending on how your foundation's built Put niggas on permanent tilt with no remorse or guilt. Seeing Someone's gun sting some herbs an everyday thing Niggas still sling despite all the drama it'll bring. Dollar is Deity, most consciousness it nullifies. The anecdote Is my antidote, gunshots is my lullaby At certain times, the life of crime calls. I never Fall 'cause strength of mind's divine over all. I used to hear Stories of men who'd do a flip in freeways Kingpins come and go, one's erased and one's replaced. When I saw KR for the first time on the album cover of Criminal Minded, holding a nine, that shit fucked up my mind. We used to Wop to my melody. Now nights is filled with felony And Beasts with automatics—them crackers could stop all tactics Rappers resort to all sorts of dramatics, but this sport is 'bout Grammatics, and fact is, apparently, you lack this To come off hard's mandatory My rhymes are inflammatory, highly incantatory Rhythm is serum, and I'ma satisfy my hunger. I be Trifer than a lifer in cyphers, it's like I'm under A state of hypnosis, mental psychosis. I diagnose this By the doses: dumb niggas like Multiple Sclerosis Ignorant just like neurosis, it eats the brain Same devil, different name, I take the four-fifth and aim Deading your frame, and shoot the gift with skills of archery. Top of The hierarchy with the mind like West Indian Archie. I Catch thoughts miscellaneous, kick a flow instantaneous Extemporaneous, and make 'em look like ignoramuses [Hook: Samples] (x8) "Emcees out there, you better stand clear" - Sample from PMD on EPMD - "It's My Thing" "From New York, straight talk" - Sample from PMD on EPMD - "It's My Thing" (x2)