Betta Duck (New York Straight Talk: The Elusive Demos 1994-1995 EP Version)

Mr. Voodoo - “Betta Duck (New York Straight Talk: The Elusive Demos 1994-1995 EP Version)”
[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]
[Scratches: Charlemagne]

[Intro: Mr. Voodoo]
Uh huh, yeah. ‘Bout to get on some lyrical shit right here, let these niggas know. Hip Hop Quotable shit, know what I mean? Check it out

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]
When I
Appear, it’s a moment of fright. This ain’t open mic
But everybody gonna see a moment of light. To the
Last moment of life, to the last moment I fight while y’all like
Gary Coleman: old men that ain’t grow right. My flow
Like snow white—you could sniff the ‘caine. Rhyming
Or shifting ‘caine? Same game, different game. Used
To live in castles, now we hustle in gates. Used
To sit on thrones, now we sitting on milk crates, got
Burners and eights, blocks, corners, and gates
Murders and rapes, cops, coroners, and yellow tapes
Niggas getting locked up, and they turn to snakes—forget
About it. I’m with whatever’s earning the papes, trapped by
Materialism, rap with imperial wisdom
Ain’t concerned with the crap in your stereo system
Catching fire violations when my words start to spill
And you know I blaze shit like Fire Marshall Bill

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Charlemagne]
“What I’ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck” - Sample from The Notorious B.I.G. - “Warning” (x4)

[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]
I drop
Gems that’s flawless, verse
To chorus coerced by thoughts that’s lawless. Fuck flow
You got to call this pollution ‘cause every rhyme
You hear me spit put grime in the air. I’m trying
To start a crime scare while y’all fools turn “Adults
Only” to “Kids Only” like Times Square—not me
It’s purely maturity themes
Desert Eagles screams, you’re calling your security team. When I clap
The strays depart and graze your heart, leave you
With wings and a halo, playing a harp. You know
I keep the rifle hot, niggas want a title shot. On the
Entitled, tools are shot in a vital spot
‘Til my rivals drop, I’m blasting niggas like a trifling cop
Make you ask, “When do the cycle stop?”
Trife since I began life in a placenta
And I stay in a cypher like a Five-Percenter

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Charlemagne]
“What I’ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck” - Sample from The Notorious B.I.G. - “Warning” (x4)

[Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo]
Allow me to propose a toast. I don’t pop toast
To sip. I pop toast to hit shot close to hip, stay behind
The irony mass like The Man in the Iron Mask
Taking mine—I ain’t trying to ask
Taking mine, you can lie in a cask, stuck where demons dwell
Buck and see men yell. Fuck¸ the semen swell. Niggas better
Duck when they see them shells from the problem-solver
I handle the 9-iron like a golfer, transform
Like water, baking soda, coke firing up in a pot
Win the war and ain’t fire a shot, conspire
And plot. Niggas, better grab your tools
‘Cause we can war forever like we’re Arabs and Jews. Agu
Be detonating the mags, leave you in
A hospital, laid-up, defecating in bags
I’m from Brooklyn, the home of the snakes, wheelchairs
Comas and wakes, pulling out chrome on the face

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Charlemagne]
“What I’ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck” - Sample from The Notorious B.I.G. - “Warning” (x4)
“What I’ma hit you with…” - Sample from The Notorious B.I.G. - “Warning” (x7)
“What I’ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck” - Sample from The Notorious B.I.G. - “Warning”