mr. voodoo – new york straight talk (original version) lyrics
mr. voodoo – “new york straight talk (original version)”
[emcee(s): mr. voodoo]
[producer(s): charlemagne]
[verse 1: mr. voodoo]
i was
lost in the mix from ’84 to ’86, parties
in parks after dark, wallabee clarks and fat kicks. before
the coming of tecs and glocks, we used to walk the block
with double-0-7 knocks and sneakers stuffed with socks. it was
bamboo before blunts, british walkers, and suede fronts
no droopy-drawer n-ggas or daisy-duke-wearing sons. i used a
toothbrush to keep my suede pumas clean
did devious things using mischievious means. we used to
walk around with plastic bags in our pockets
steal a herb’s kicks for profit. if the size fit, we’d rock it. even
then, those i called friends was living hard and trife [?]
[?] i’d seen ‘em take a man’s life
peace to all the lockers and poppers and real hip hoppers
i watched the boppers imitate it—they [?]. used
to wop to my melody. now nights is filled with felony
and beasts with automatics—them crackers [?]
rappers resort to all sorts of dramatics, but this sport is ‘bout
grammatics, and the fact is, apparently, you lack this
fair ones is out, loaded, so my bullets stay garlic-coated
keep my mind loaded and f-ck you up blindfolded
[hook: mr. voodoo]
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk. from new york—straight talk
[verse 2: mr. voodoo]
now from
the days of trife living, i have uprisen
sometimes, when writing rhymes, i hear shots let off in the distance
persistence overcomes resistance of all opposition. many
family members marked down as “missing” or “in prison”
listen: due to circ-mstances, seldom come chances to
progress, but regress, buddha-bless, release stress
at times, i find it hard to put my mind at rest. criminal
mindset makes me want to hold a 9 like krs. dollar is
deity. when i need cash [?]. i’m bound
to crash a cantaloupe just like an antelope. the anecdote’s
the antidote to my mental psychosis. i diagnose this
by the doses, dumb n-ggas like multiple sclerosis
ignorant just like neurosis—it eats the brain
same devil, different name. i take the four-fifth and aim
deading your frame, and shoot the gift with sk!lls of archery. top of
the hierarchy with the mind like west indian archie. i
catch thoughts miscellaneous, kick a flow instantaneous
extemporaneous, and make ‘em look like ignoramuses
i swoop on any solo [?] or group like a hawk. this is
a nice town, but you better watch where you’re walking
[hook: mr. voodoo]
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk—watch where you walk
from new york—straight talk. from new york—straight talk
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