Crhyme Life (Dirty) Mr. Voodoo

Mr. Voodoo - “Crhyme Life”
[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): The Alchemist]
[Additional Vocals: The Alchemist]

[Intro: Mr. Voodoo]
Yeah, yeah. Check it out. I propose to all you rappers out there.  A nine, that is.  Heh. Now lay down

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]
I spit
Pain on wax, turn a hard-rock like
‘Caine to crack, trained to jack. The game is stacked
Mystique remain intact like Egyptian sculpture
Live, eat, shit, sleep the culture, a strict code of
Ethics like Hammurabi, old as relics
Which Element am I? The criminal one. It’s a simple theme
Life of crime scheme, treat my hoes like justice
Send them in the game blind, holding triple-beams
For the cream, it’s like we’re all fiends, crime-
-motivated, one-time most hated. When I was young
I was all about my hoes and sons, Criminal Minded
Posing with guns like KRS-One
I lost innocence, court sentences ate in
My grammar, banished, reappear in Alabama, cock
The hammers, leave no traces. So deep in the game
Me and the D.A. on a first-name basis
Lames with no faces run from the chrome
Blazes. While you in the comfort of your home
My man got shanked in the dome in a fight over
The phone a week before he was s’posed to come home. Smoking
Bones so the pain is nullified. Guns used to
Scare me, now I need them to sleep like lullabies, and if
Any man wet me, don’t cry. I’m ancestry
Plus God blessed me with three seeds to resurrect me. All you
Fake thugs? I aim this at you directly
Fuck you. I’m from Brooklyn, y’all know where to check me