Return of the 45 (Dirty)

Lyrics

Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) - "Return of the 45" [Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] [Producer(s): Looie II] [Scratches: Looie II] [Intro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), uh huh, Brooklyn (in the house), Crhyme Life (Crhyme Life), Criminal Element (Baby). 'Bout to take this shit back to the essence, 'bout to take this shit back to '93. Come ride with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (*Inhale*) What a rush when I crush, watch the blood gush As I put emcees into a permanent hush-hush. I don't Spit raps, I clap 'em out, so niggas better change The guns they're shooting and change what they're rapping 'bout ('cause) Those ain't slugs, your flows ain't thug. I put Two in your mug, now I ruined a rug I keep wack emcees in last-place, my shit is lactase Y'all niggas ain't got no flavor, you lack taste I ain't Greek like Zeus. See, my black face ain't Chinese like Bruce, I rep the black race Hustlers' primogenitor, the game came from my genetic Strain, too much for you lames' pathetic brain. Preordained I see your pain, bloodstains mean I maintain My reign at the top of the food chain The black prince has arrived, my shit is live, your shit Is jive, you niggas getting burned alive [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Looie II] "It's the return of the .45 caliber killer" - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - "Bust Mine" (x5) [Verse 2: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Rappers are ("Space Ghost!") From Right Coast to Left Coast. Blast F-I-F' toast and niggas get left roast. I only Live by the mack's laws, hemlock on the tracks Pours, attacks pores like anthrax spores. Here I stand at the crossroads, rapping for stacks and whores Trapping y'all, smoke guns, I'm clapping in Morse Code My hypnotic tone make you giddy. Pointing chrome at The jiggy, got him passing me stones like kidneys, flames Burning, squad leaking. Like the King James version Write my rhymes in red 'cause this is God speaking. Tell me How deaf be I? Files on niggas like the FBI If you fake, the perpetrator of the theft be I The real in you is fiction. Mr. Voo is dead But ain't no resurrection without a crucifixion. Thinking Business, no jive. Dirt follow me like pigpen It's like I'm buried alive [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Looie II] "It's the return of the .45 caliber killer" - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - "Bust Mine" (x5) [Verse 3: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Some niggas claim their sole purpose is to drop Science (But what?) but merely scratch the surface. Check it The heater helps furnaces insulated in my mind Like a thermos, hemlock I secrete out the epidermis Nine double-m Glock heat-burners I furnish Hustling on blocks and streets, we skirmish Agu the felonious monk known to get crunk Handle more keys than Thelonious Monk At the tables we cook up, sending bullets to your crib Like you had cable illegally hooked up You'll be reading cards that say, "Get well soon" Laid up in a hospital, nursing shell wounds When it comes to crime, I rehearse it A million times in my mind as if it was a rhyme And live via murder, a code of silence Say no more. Y'all niggas know the science [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Looie II] "It's the return of the .45 caliber killer" - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - "Bust Mine" (x5) [Outro: Samples with Scratches by Looie II] "It's the return" - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - "Bust Mine" (x3) "It's the return of the .45 caliber killer" - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - "Bust Mine"