Pen Hits the Paper

Lyrics

Mr. Voodoo - "Pen Hits the Paper" [Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Hook: Sample] "When my pen hits the paper" - Sample from Big Daddy Kane - "Ain't No Half-Steppin'" (x8) [Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo] The way I shine, I blind my enemy I'm the real thing and not a facsimile You ever get the nerve to face this, I'm taking you And yours out on a first-come, first-to-get-served basis It comes with flows—you're dry like the desert, I'm an oasis, fat like Boots with shoelaces. This is hemlock for you to taste this I turn it out without a doubt—that's unquestionable You don't have the intestinal fortitude or the testicles Biting what I write is quite unprofessional. This rhyme Could easily be the eulogy to your funeral So tell me: who in the world could get with this nigga? My IQ's too high, my vocabulary's bigger. When My pen begins to punctuate, my lyrics start to fluctuate The party people say, "Damn, that rapper's fucking great" I battle you, won't contemplate 'cause what I put on templates Hard as an inmate—allow me to demonstrate If this was a taste test, my flavor would be favored preferably While you're unwanted like a Haitian refugee You're just an imitation or, rather, effigy Most definitely, no emcee is as def as me [Hook: Sample] "When my pen hits the paper" - Sample from Big Daddy Kane - "Ain't No Half-Steppin'" (x8) [Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo] Always Come through with new shit—ain't nothing to it. The ink fluid do it Any crew who feast: bring it like you sing it. Rap is 'bout Attitude, and your scholastic aptitude score's too low To reach my flow's altitude, longitude, and latitude Tactically applied when the mic is amplified. These Components combined leave opponents terrified My cerebral cord is mightier than the sword in the verbal joust To herb a louse, and hemlocked niggas I douse And house you and your spouse. Every Caesar has his Brutus, every Jesus has his Judas, but you know how I do this: no gimmicks Strictly skills. Physically free yet still in prison. Feel The realism—that's the premise here. You'll fucked up in This part of the hemisphere. You're fucking with a chemist here When I'm finished here, you'll be in need of some dentist care I drink a Guinness beer—one sip'll make my voice ripple. I move cripples Say things to stand out like Rosie Perez's nipples Dead prezes trickle in amounts considerable, and when My pen hits the paper—tch—kid, you know the flavor [Hook: Sample] "When my pen hits the paper" - Sample from Big Daddy Kane - "Ain't No Half-Steppin'" (x8) [Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo] When my pen hits The paper, emcees dis- -appear into vapor and get jeal'/gel like curl activator See, I'm an innovator, meaning I'm clever Devastate a rapper like me? Never However, I'm very fascinating to the letter, complex As metal net or hard to penetrate 'cause I'm Kevlar Positive is how I got to live, but if you acting Non-cooperative, I'll render you inoperative. When I'm on the microphone, I'm dropping precious stones, control Your mind, body, and soul like my name was Jim Jones, speaking In tongues, girl be only young, so, you, let's jam. I am The one. Son, any infidel, I'll excommunicate And shun. Niggas run opposite where I go 'cause they'll get Burned with the style I used two years ago. I swear, yo Do not test the flow that go "BO!" all over the beat None shall outlast, none shall compete. I find A seat so I can sit, making it legit