Wages of Sin

Lyrics

Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) - "Wages of Sin" [Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] [Producer(s): [?]] [Scratches: [?]] [Intro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Yeah, yeah. You know who this is: Agu.  And what you're about to hear ain't no bullshit, gangster thug shit. This be that criminal shit 'cause I can only speak what I know, have seen, did (Uh huh), you know'm saying? (Uh huh) So I'ma drop it like this [Verse 1: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Niggas that I know don't give a fuck about Rapping, they 'bout scrapping, they 'bout clapping Guns that heat underneath the glowing stars leave you Laid up in the O.R. with bullet-hole scars. For the Love of money, Rolls cars, deluxe sedans, you'll be Wearing white sheets like the Ku Klux Klan. A crime Away from some lifer shit, trying to touch grams got me Trife and shit like, "Fuck a rhyme and that cypher shit." The only thing Resembling rappers on these streets is snitches 'cause they get Bagged for bids, ad-libs, then add fibs. Older Folks dismissed us, called us bad kids, then have the nerve To diss us when we're grown and make the same mistakes our dads did It's an unholy cycle, but I'm trying to see Diamonds with more baguettes than the Holy Bible. Whether it's Pages or pen or waving 12-gauges at men I'ma collect the wages of sin [Hook: Samples with Scratches] "I collect the wages of sin" - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - "Bust Mine" (x8) [Verse 2: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] From rappers with platinum wishes, street ballers with hoop Dreams, ruthless teams with schemes to scoop this cream. Moms Held me in her arms, hopes of me being something, never prayed 'Cause I ain't getting on my knees for nothing. Don't get me wrong I tried to repent and repel, but the smell of spent Shells intoxicate like the scent of L's. Moms Believe in G, I believe in G's. I guess now we Both believe in something devoutly. I'm entranced by a harlot Torch Crown, robe, complexion ain't scarlet, but, still She be Satan incarnate, from the bowels of slave ships Vomit, then strips in streets, not the Mayflower, paired us with heat To stay in power. My Shit's up Creek like there's A price over my head, feel like Christ trying to feed a thousand Mouths with a piece of fish and a loaf of bread. Whether it's Pages or pen or waving 12-gauges at men I'ma collect the wages of sin [Hook: Samples with Scratches] "I collect the wages of sin" - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - "Bust Mine" (x8) [Verse 3: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] We used To pitch quarters on the block, now we pitch quarters Of blocks and slaughter the block. It was all about Having fun, hitting hoes, now my dusk getting cold. Only our Guns talk, and we live by an unwritten code. The best of friends But now my friends have flipped over chips and whips And bust guns and empty clips mark the end of our friendship Brain sick, at each other we aim and lick, it's like The game's a chick getting fucked by everyone in the same clique It's for the best though. Keep your vest close 'cause niggas Blast and let the lead poison your system like asbestos Young heads poisoned by criminal manisfestos 'Til their brains egg yolk. Nigga, I'm dead-broke No shells, use guns with empty clips to undress fools Soul's in Hell, I'm skinny-dipping in a cesspool. Whether it's Pages or pen or waving 12-gauges at men Women, or children, I'ma sin 'til I win [Hook: Samples with Scratches] "I collect the wages of sin" - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - "Bust Mine" (x8)