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mr. voodoo - return of the 45 (relax your mind) lyrics

mr. voodoo ft. k.a. # “return of the 45 (relax your mind)”
[emcee(s): mr. voodoo]
[producer(s): charlemagne]
[additional vocals: k.a.]
[sample 1 (multiple elements): gwen mccrae # “90% of me is you” (0:00)]
[sample 2 (drums): power of zeus # “the sorcerer of isis (the ritual of the mole)” (0:05)]

[intro: mr. voodoo and k.a.]
mr. voodoo: yo, yo, check it out, yo
k.a.: yeah, i’m here, baby
mr. voodoo: it’s mr. voo chilling here with n.e. d#e#f#initely, you know’m saying? i got my man k.a. on the side of me
k.a.: i’m always here
mr. voodoo: and we’re ‘bout to do this sh#t like we used to do in ’93, you know’m saying?
k.a.: yo, let ‘em know though
mr. voodoo: that’s how we came up. we just did our thing, we ain’t know n0body, no nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, none of that
k.a.: none of the that sh#t
mr. voodoo: but, yo, now we’re coming to the new millennium, the 2 ton, and we’re just gonna dominate it like this
k.a.: 2gs. i ain’t scared of it
mr. voodoo: so check it out as it goes a little something like this
k.a.: yo, man, tell them n#ggas what you not, kid, tell them what you not

[verse 1: mr. voodoo]
i’m not
the player or the mayor. aquarius is the sign
on my zodiac. drink the strongest proof cognac
fruit juices. what voo produces loose the holes in sl#ts
induces thugs to grope their nuts, but hold up. i keep
the fattest gear, highest caliber gats near and bring the atlas fear
when i subtract the wackness from the atmosphere
plug the mic and watch words unfold from the brain
what i write excite thugs like herbs with gold chains
i perceive life as one thief’s plot. when i leave spots
i receive props from those that once believed not. create
a buzz like dial tones, break beef down to cow bones
and watch compet#tion’s points plunge like the dow jones
hand me a microphone, i’ll peel melons. the wrong
n#ggas jailed, and the politicians is the real felons
i got flow, mad flows, but i rarely flaunt ‘em
volumes of black books with skull and bones on ‘em
to battle me ain’t recommended, but, still, some must contend it
my dreams got fat knots and fat yachts and no limits
plus guns with black talons in it. i keep my murder para#
#graphs indented with my name imprinted. your whole
frame is v#g#n##scented. every lyric i said
i meant it and end it with a shot to complement it. now

[interlude: mr. voodoo and k.a.]
mr. voodoo: ayyo, check this out, man. we’re gonna break the monotony, we ain’t gonna put no hook right here, you know’m mean?
k.a.: yo, whatever, don’t put it then, man
mr. voodoo: i know that’s what they expected, but we gonna keep it flowing, you nah’mean?
k.a.: ain’t abiding by no rules, man
mr. voodoo: we gonna do it like this
k.a.: we live, we live
mr. voodoo: check it out

[verse 2: mr. voodoo]
some n#ggas claim their sole purpose is to drop
science but merely scratch the surface. the heater helps
furnaces insulated in my mind like a thermos. on beat
i secrete hemlock out the epidermis (skin them dumb n#ggas)
to whom it may concern, need to learn this (yeah). when i furnish
burners out the holster, you cannot be reupholstered
you’ll get your head touched, put in a dead hush when the lead
crush bone, it’s so new, what a head#rush
the chrome lift you a few centimeters, i
ignite millimeters, make your blood spill in liters
i steal lives like a thief in the night, i pack
my piece in the night, not a beef is in sight
can’t say i never told ya. i run with soldiers
who rally ‘round their flags, run up in your
spot, leave your family bound and gagged
“bo#bo!”—that’s the sound of my mag blowing out
brains. bloodstains mean i main#
#tain my reign at the top of the food chain
so act ignant and i’ma leave your wig split
catch my girl cheating and i’ll get on some mr. biggs sh#t
you’ll get smacked down for talking sl!ck. put my mac down
so hard, should have a pimp hat and walking stick
my clique’s thick ‘cause my chicks adore me
i don’t think with my d#ck. i let my d#ck think for me
i unfold the tenets. rappers holding penance
when i mold a sentence, i’m a stone#cold menace
on silly battles, man, my mind ain’t consumed
i’d rather point a pistol at your head and ch#ch#boom

[bridge: k.a. and (mr. voodoo)]
my 45’s kicking it live (no doubt, son)
my 45’s kicking it live (no doubt, son)

[outro: k.a. and (mr. voodoo)]
k.a.: yo, man, let me speak on behalf of you, son. hold on, man
mr. voodoo: yo, speak on it, baby
k.a.: before i catch a charge, man, i’ma let y’all know, man. this is mr. voo, man, you know’m saying? go back a couple years in your source, man, you’ll see my man on the rock, his hands over his face in pain like a thinker. the only cat that was unsigned, man…
mr. voodoo: let ‘em know, son
k.a.: …that got the verse of the month. do you understand what that is?
mr. voodoo: y’all n#ggas don’t understand that sh#t
k.a.: that’s sk!lls, not politics like what’s going on today
mr. voodoo: word up, we ain’t suck n0body for that, man
k.a.: nah’m saying? 2 tons! my man told you in the beginning: no aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, none of that! we ain’t know n0body, man
mr. voodoo: none of that, son. yo, son, check this out, man
k.a.: we still don’t know n0body
mr. voodoo: yo, when n#ggas speak of me, son, they better say it in the same breath, the same ear as the legends, you nah’mean? ‘cause it’s like that, son
k.a.: it’s like that, man
mr. voodoo: word up, son. y’all n#ggas know
k.a.: now tell ‘em where this new legend is from, man
mr. voodoo: brooklyn. y’all n#ggas know the deal, son, y’all know the foundation, son
k.a.: know’m saying? man, you could whisper that, man, and, and, and avalanches fall, man
mr. voodoo: word up, son. yo, y’all know how we do, son
k.a.: know’m saying? ‘cause my 45’s about to burst…
mr. voodoo: that’s how we roll, son. no doubt, son
k.a.: …and you gon’ be the first…
mr. voodoo: word up, son
k.a.: …in the back of the, back of the…
mr. voodoo: he#rs#. yo, y’all n#ggas know what the deal is, son. it’s the return of the .45 caliber k!ller. word
k.a.: yo, say no more, man, say no more

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