Mr. Voodoo - Hemlock | Текст песни

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• Mr. Voodoo
• Hemlock

I was standing on the corner just wasting my time
When I realized i was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone
To let niggas see supremacy is my legacy, my weaponry's besting Niggas in telepathy
Im more untouchable than leprosy
Come off wretchedly with lyrics filled with nectary(?)
So dont step to me with treachery
Rapper after rapper i consecutively, blow out their trajectory
Perspectivly im nice but I hate to brag
And if mics where a gun then mine is a 45. mag
Niggas that are snitches are really bitches in drag
Swig till i swag, sizzle my brain die and go on to another plane
Out of nowhere i came
Pack flame with the Lee Harvey Oswald type aim
My sounds be booming flows are consuming
Like im not human, not normal, not mortal, but cybernetic
Lyrics embedded, ready to set it
So who ever steps here is getting shredded from the right to the left ear
Im so cool i got formaldehyde in my veins
My flow is hemlock leaving whack MC's slain

(hook)
I got it hemped up kid
I got it locked down
(x4)
So taste the hemlock y'all
Taste the hemlock
(x4)
Im catching FCC fines to fowl thoughts on my mind
Dangerous like a ride on the G line
Bring on the lines that make niggas feline
Cause they flows is type be none
Mister voodoo kicks behind
Simply with fly rhymes that I'm using
Ill be bruising causing multiple contusions
Living, constant confusion
Street fights with bloody conclusions
Most sell niggas illusions the nine's my solution
Heads are truly fine, niggas are cootchified
Ask their honyes if they're cutiepie's
Leave it alone if the cooty fries
Criminal activity holds me in captivity
With smooth rap flow, i cap a cap for i
Patrol the crop like death row i
When im dropping meteors
And you won't see me on TV in bikini draws or horror clothes
Singing like a pussy whipped hoe
As i grow my genesis miss peace to friends? and there's the nemesis
I dont be supposing (?) on the flow like photosynthesis son
You know the prophet who gets bids on any topic
Chew rap, grab my profit
Fucking with me is toxic cause

(hook)
I got it hemped up kid
I got it locked down
(x4)
So taste the hemlock y'all
Taste the hemlock
(x4)

Im dissecting the vital organs
Of once dope MCs who have now gone a foreign
They used to be hardcore when the dough started pouring
They turned into a bunch of suited up penguins in glittering sequin
Raps last speakin what i speak weakens these (?)
I makes type O flow the streets who flows to beats
The Mister, V double O D O twice my repeats my troll like hectare
Drink devils nectar, then play DL like a defector
Mental receptors, is setting off metal detectors
Snakes bane in my vein makes me a nerve wrecker
Master of racket, like more respect a lethal lecturer packet
Then bust a fact cos thats most emphatic
MCs with wackness is getting more shots in the back than a faggot
I still am raw, before I nearly bar for mass appeal
Still got it locked like an a rock hold down the block
So know your limit, find someone elses flow to mimic
Sing a soldiers hymn like folgers fill me up to the brim
Chop a gem rock, and caramelize limbs with the hemlock

(hook)
I got it hemped up kid
I got it locked down
(x4)
So taste the hemlock yall
Taste the hemlock
(x4)

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