New York Straight Talk (Original Version)

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Mr. Voodoo ft. Charlemagne - "New York Straight Talk (Original Version)" [Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Hook: Charlemagne] [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 block 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 mad trife. For diamond- -studded Gazelles, I seen 'em take a man's life Peace to all the lockers and poppers and real hip hoppers I watched the boppers imitate it, they mimes the process. 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 the fact is, apparently, you lack this Fair ones is out, loaded, so my bullets stay garlic-coated Keep my mind loaded and fuck you up blindfolded [Hook: Charlemagne] From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk. From New York, straight talk [Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo] Now from The days of trife living, I have uprisen Sometimes, when writing rhymes, I hear shots let off in the distance Persistence overcomes resistance of all opposition. Many Family members marked down as "missing" or "in prison" Listen: due to circumstances, seldom come chances to Progress, but regress, buddha-bless, release stress At times, I find it hard to put my mind at rest. Criminal Mindset makes me want to hold a 9 like KRS. Dollar is Deity. When I need cash for my hand to grope, I'm bound to Crash a cantaloupe just like an antelope. The anecdote's The antidote to my 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 I swoop on any solo or group like a hawk. This is A nice town, but you better watch where you're walking [Hook: Charlemagne] From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk, watch where you walk From New York, straight talk. From New York, straight talk