Styles get caged and let off like a gauge
The stage gets wrecked by what the sage put on page
‘Cause I put a pen in motion with the notion of
Eliminating static, using lyrical
Tactics
Using lyrical tactics, using lyrical tactics
Using lyrical tactics, using lyrical tactics
Using lyrical tactics, using lyrical tactics
Using lyrical tactics, using lyrical tactics
[Mr. Voodoo]
Rappers
Are hesitant ‘cause, stepping to me, a beatdown is most definite
I got the resonant rhymes putting you in a deficit
Rappers can’t hang, can’t bang, can’t go
The stretch while my mind finds more rhymes with a catch. I'm still
The physical, mystical, artistical
Individual making you run your residuals
I'm maximum, you’re minimal. Stolen African mineral
Ill with the literal. You’re still a clitoral. I'm strong-willed
And spiritual. When you hear it, you'll get hysterical
For you to beat me, it’s gonna take a miracle
See, I’ve been dumb lyrical ever since they cut my
Umbilical, so me being wack? That's non-applicable
A phony rapper's card I'm quick to pull. Rap is filled with
Despicable emcees that speak the same old predictable
Rhymes about who get most dapper, wet most with clappers, but I’ll
Flip it on New York like a West Coast rapper
To flow-nappers, I'm troubling ‘cause what I bubble
Cannot be doubled with high-speed dubbing, so tell your team
To bring the sub in ‘cause no one can outlast me
I’ll shine like “Classy” Freddie Blassie
Just ask me and I'll show ya. Got rappers’ hearts like they’re organ
Donors, turning Big Willies to Big Wilonas
And, still, he’s known to put a pen in motion with the notion of
Eliminating static...
Using lyrical tactics, using lyrical tactics
Using lyrical tactics, using lyrical tactics
Using lyrical tactics, using lyrical tactics
Using lyrical tactics, using lyrical tactics
[Mr. Voodoo]
From the grave to the playpen, PM to AM, day-out and
Day-in, my rhymes slay men, purging you laymen
I’ll glow like Raiden when I'm in Mortal Kombat
I'm beyond fat and feud like feudal contact. Weak rappers
Washed-up like laundromats, hard to catch. Yo, I’ll throw
Out all the trash. Your flows are balderdash
I'm all-in, bash little bandits below standard
Mr. Voo will bring it to this whole planet, using
Ballpoint lead to anoint heads, at any point
Spread. I'm making fat joints like dreads. My flow's
Liquid metal like T2, shift shape and eat ya while your
Flows sound “wah wah wah wah” like Charlie Brown's teacher
The untamed hip hop preacher, my rhymes precipitate
No emcee can reciprocate. Many anticipate, but Voodoo
Never will capitulate ‘til, on the top, I situate
I run through like acetate while you masturbate
In my mind folds, I capsulate, decapitate, and de-
-capacitate. Last joint, I was dope, but now I’ve graduate
To something stronger. Rappers I’ll flagellate and agitate
And granulate all the static...
Using lyrical tactics, using lyrical tactics
Using lyrical tactics, using lyrical tactics
Using lyrical tactics, using lyrical tactics
Using lyrical tactics, using lyrical tactics
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