Lyrical Tactics Pt. II (The Final Conflict) [Clean] Mr. Voodoo

Mr. Voodoo - “Lyrical Tactics Pt. II (The Final Conflict)”
[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): The Alchemist]
[Scratches: The Alchemist]
[Sample (Multiple Elements): Engelbert Humperdinck - “Just Say I Love Her” (0:00)]

[Intro: Mr. Voodoo]
Yeah, it’s about to happen.  Word up, it’s about to happen. The Final Conflict.  Y’all ready? It’s about to happen. Y’all ready? Y’all ready? I don’t think you’re ready, son. It’s the beginning of the end, son. Word up. Word. Check it out

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo]
Check the Gangster Chronicles, turn to page 6-6-6
The final chapter, holocaust for emcees
I bring the rapture, famine, disease, disaster. Many
Came before, but none come after. I’m still the rapper with
More flows to flip, more hoes to hit
More mics to rip, plus a gun on my hip
If niggas wanna crawl and creep, clutch the heat, then
“Ka-pow!” The fifth lift you up off your feet

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]
Raised by these Brooklyn streets, the trife creature
Carhartts and wife-beaters, physique like a statue with
Night-heaters, the shells raise your skin like tattoos, you won’t
Stand a chance. Call the ambulance—this cat’s through
Now turn your history textbooks, look and see who
Rocks shit consistently. Ain’t no fucking mystery
I came to stipulate. I ain’t a player, I’m
The Game like Triple H, y’all lames just simulate. Aim
Flame to cripple fakes. That shit you speaking
Make me get to creeping, hit you while you’re sleeping
Leave your head leaking, bullets touch cheeks, niggas
Talk so much shit, their lips look like butt cheeks. Fuck
Sluts and freak with low-esteem, no hopes and dreams
Gun stocks and beams burn holes through teams, turn the whole scene
Definitely ill like Stephanie Mills
It’s “Something in the Way” they make me feel like dumping steel
Leave your frame peeled, brains on the windshield
Mr. Voo. Ain’t no competition in the rap field