Crhyme Life (Demo Version)

Mr. Voodoo - “Crhyme Life (Demo Version)”
[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]
[Additional Vocals: Charlemagne]

[Intro: Mr. Voodoo]
Yeah, and so we come to another year.  Same shit, different day.  Same devil, different name.  Shit is all the same, don’t nothing ever change

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]
I live
‘Cause God willed it, spilled in real shit, not Versace
Moschino, or all that other ill shit. Y’all need to
Kill it ‘cause y’all flow like y’all on that snow white
Old men that didn’t grow right like Gary Coleman. My
Vocabulary mold men like it’s biblical, untold
Inexplicable, you’re swollen and mythical
On patrolmen, I click and pull. They wanna cage me and
Possess me like an Omen from Damien. The game we in’s
Bigger than the two of us. Don’t know who to trust, wet you
When my tool bust, better you than us. All the Feds
Wanna do is just see a nigga locked in jail
But I just max, cop a crop, and inhale
Reveal an ox and impale, concealing Glocks in the mail
Watching coke niggas scope the block for sales. Dope-heads
Scrounge on mopeds. I’d rather die blazing like Scarface
Than begging on my knees like Frank Lopez. I leave your
Shook clique reject like broke heads whenever I plug
A mic, me and the minor thugs alike ‘cause

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo] (x4)
C-R-H-Y-M-E to the day
That I die, it’s the Crhyme Life for me

[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]
You want to
Duel Voo? Let me school you. Don’t let niggas fool you
First of all, you’re soft. Liquor and chocha, who you? I’ma
Pull you and your partner’s goddess (*Kiss*), swear to my father
Niggas that went down in this game, I’ll revere like martyrs
Back when I used to wear a starter, in the days
Of the park, when rap was an art, then I elicit
Explicit images about thugs, clapped and sparked men
Until they hemorrhaged—I was raised on that premise. Now I
Grimace ‘cause shit’s too strenuous to smile where the
Tenements pile, the snakes secrete a venom, it’s vile
I’m a menace, I’m foul, gun-crazed, shine like sunrays
Face three-to-nine unfazed, my gun blaze under
The moonlit, wilding like I’m on the central punitive
Segregation unit. Crime’s a thing my mind’s in tune with, so while you
Getting drunk at bars, fronting for chicks
I’ll be outside, waiting for you, hunting for victs. Really
It’s of no significance what the nine milli hits
So long as I get you and your affiliates ‘cause it’s

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo] (x4)
C-R-H-Y-M-E to the day
That I die, it’s the Crhyme Life for me

[Outro: Mr. Voodoo and (Charlemagne)]
Word up. Peace to all them niggas that went down in this game (Yeah, yeah), know’m saying, for the money and the fame (Word up) and all that. Peace to all the NYC, (Oakland), Brooklyn, Boogie Down, (Compton), Manhattan, all-around. Can’t forget Shaolin