Unknown Demo

Lyrics

Mr. Voodoo - "Unknown Demo" [Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo] Let us Begin. Is it live or is it jive? I stay on that Tail like a state trooper on a Jersey Drive. This is Hip hop purified—with nutrients, it's fortified. Call me The pilot for your eye. Like a tour guide, I show the way The flows I say make many a protégé, rappers be Fronting when they know they're gay. Homos, stay back I stack G's, so extract these N-U-Ts out your throat. Kick melodies for c-notes over Beats, I float like a deceased man, bloated like an Obese man, Teflon-coated, but y'all'll pull policemen Your ho's holding my sausage. I hold a crowd hostage, so put Your hands in the air—you've been surrounded. I'm pound- -for-pound the shit. You're too counterfeit to coun- -teract. I fiend blood of the wack like Count Drac' Emcees be trying to bounce back, but ain't an ounce fat Sounds fat, but, kid, you don't even know the half I'm deep as a vaginal shaft. Blind, deaf, and dumb will feel the wrath When papers touched by lithograph, cool as Miller draft When it comes to mental faculties, you are understaffed just For thinking of competing with me. Don't make me "hah" [Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo] Well, it's The glorious, victorious one, London Eye So sleep if you wanna—go 'head, get some shuteye when I Say I'm gonna kick it to you simple as time Simple as the simplest crime, my temple is my mind I can make you dance but not with this rhyme, motherfucker This ain't the grind—listen to the rhyme I designate Put on page to resonate, stages I detonate Devastate, never hesitate. Featherweights, get away Set a date, then sedate, kick a rhyme and breeze, got Mad testes, so don't try to hang with it I done did the Genghis shit, but I ain't on no gangster shit Find a mic, untangle it, strangle with and angle it Puncture your capillaries with verbal artillery Whenever I run out, I just switch to auxiliary My mind fetches rhymes, but catches a nigga reckless I can't picture that even with courtroom sketches. See If you got freestyles but you don't have no material It just ain't managerial to battle the ethereal Competitors come petty and get blown into confetti Damn, why your face so sweaty? [Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo] Mr. Voodoo Innovates hip hop. Your style is old So renovate it or get dropped. Your flows drip-drop Like leaky faucets, I'm a reservoir. You know the repertoire Yearly, monthly, weekly, I toss it Never lost it 'cause it's internal. My journal Entries cause internal injuries. The undilutable Hemlock's the suitable remedy. I'm shoving iron Nails under the cuticles of my enemy I bombard and come hard, leave scum scarred, so unguard What I'm rocking is studied like doctrines of Master Fard Lethal like lard. Rappers I diss hard and discard Rock discotheques and disconnect the incorrect Herbs that roll up get rolled up and smoked up Business ain't over just 'cause E and P broke up. I might Get loc'ed up, but I ain't on no Cali shit. I'm on that "Get that nigga from the dark alley" shit. Mentally No man can tally it or carry it. I'm proletariat More niggas worship me than paganism. Plagiarism's Never condoned—I won't allow it. I'm out with your Whole outlet. Undoubtably, emcees'll get run out it