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rafael – voodoorap lyrics

(hip-house smoothed out on a drama citypop tip
with a b-boy feel…)

i’m something like william burroughs at the disco fever
with the queen of sheba dancing to queen latifah
guess i’m good to go
jonesing like boogaloo, gemini — a gigolo
raising h-ll on earth, but my style: seventh heaven
while the rest of the brethren are 7-eleven
i’m not conceited
‘cause you can’t comprehend or conceive it
don’t stand there staring if i find it fair to give
you the t-tle of doubting thomas in the narrative
st. thomas, that’s where it is
whence my sense has been inherited
though it is imperative, i say that it
is empirical, not a miracle, silly rabbit
there my carrot is; where i’m coming from
not one to take light
a great white fused to a u-boat
now make two, a yūrei of u-roy
a bad boy, a big bad
they try to bomb on a b-boy, go belly-up — they get big mad
quick jab to a quack job makes a crack up
people who aren’t try to tell me i should “black up”
eat ‘em with my toofus, my teefus
i do not break bread with josephus

i (shout) to the top
i shrug off a (shout) in the street
show up to the spot, show off my sh-t
and sure enough i just (shout) on the beat

hit ya with the voodoorap
if you’re vibing, lemme tell you who do that
it be the man on the mic, what’s the news with that?
before i’m outbound, i bring the house down

see just how fast brer rabbit can run from all his problems
lately, i choose not to play possum
talk is just talc-m
so it gets the x like malcolm
all on my own, just a stone, rejected by the builders
gatecrasher running into gatekeepers
staring at me through great big peepers
beady eyes ’cause they see that i be v.i.p
bust a b-e-d via bde
e.g. the, reason the
average grabby gabby greedily
wants to groove to get down
no, not like the show — see, i write what i know
and i act like i knew; that’s brand-spanking
black man ranking to the top of the beats like i’m burke
but i’m not like kenny, ’cause he’s dead
all that twitter bullsh-t is leaving me fed
dash-up, and now i wanna go and smash up
but, instead, i leave it undone and not said
and keep it collected like a boxhead

(shout) to the top
pay no mind to a (shout) in the street
i show and prove and show no vocal track
when i (shout) on the beat

hit ya with the voodoorap
if you’re vibing, lemme tell you who do that
it be the man on the mic who came to build and destroy
ubu roi as a b-boy

sucker mc’s show face, i see you
wouldn’t ever wanna go and trade place or be you
expert, i expel
except when i make exception, expecting to excel
windows, open for the which-way
the wind blows on any given day
give and take or give it up
they say that i’m a skinny boy and yet i still can’t get enough
rip the cut, rip it up
start again till you feel just like throwing fisticuffs
i find the perfect beat then i loop it
excuse me as i get a little stupid

(shout)
(shout)
(shout)

(shout) to the top
give no ear to a (shout) in the street
show little regard for the show and the game some play
when i (shout) on the beat
i am a (shout) to the top
and not just a (shout) in the street
once again, show up to the spot, i show off my sh-t
and just (shout) on the beat

hit ya with the voodoorap
if you’re vibing, lemme tell you who do that
it be the man on the mic who’s a, who’s a
who’s about to, i’m about to, yeah
just hit ya with the voodoorap
if you’re vibing, lemme tell you who do that
it be the man on the mic, what’s the news with that?
before i’m outbound, i bring the house down

- rafael lyrics

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