G.L.O.C.K.

Mr. Voodoo - “G.L.O.C.K.”
[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]

[Intro: Sample from Season 1 Episode 16 of Birdman and the Galaxy Trio (1967-1968) - “The Galaxy Trio Versus Growliath”]
“Compared to me, you are a mere baby, and the baby needs a spanking” - Growliath

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]
A-one, two
A-one, two. Tell you what I’ma do:
Swell up foes, develop flows, make it funky for you. Well, it’s the
Most-hated nigga with the finger on the nickel-plated
Trigger, out to make the hole in your rectum bigger
Just give me a place to start, my ammo, then give me some space to rock. I see some
Unfamiliar faces on the block, so my shit is cocked
Ready do to something real sick real quick, and be
Gone with the wind, so say “hello” to my little friend
I bust shots viciously, repetitiously, indiscriminate ‘til the clip’s empty
You think I give a damn about a low-budget, no-skills-having emcee? You see?
You motherfuckers don’t understand. When gun’s in hand, I light sharp like
A candle ‘cause I’m so hard to handle, round. Yes, I am
I jam it. Oh yes, I ram it. Now, I don’t know about
Digable Planets, but that girl that cooks is quite dickable, dammit. After
The jammy drills crannies and nooks, it’s ill how I book
By hook or by crook, I cook, you’re born again. Plus I got
Weapon at my… with plenty shots in my… When I aim
Better dip ‘cause frames get ripped. When my lid flips, I make blood drip-drip-drip-drip-drip
Pop the shit and get hotwired, jerk. This ain’t
The 4th of July, but you’ll admire the fireworks ‘cause

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo]
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day, yo
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day, yo

[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]
Twenty-one against a nigga with a gun
When I bust one, watch the other twenty run
Mr. Voodoo aims for the center mass of your frame
And lets the flame enter that ass like gas. I pack
Grammar, cock it back like a hammer. When I slam, I jam
My man, I’m the one that put the “bam” in “Alabama”
‘Cause when I load, I bust shots in Morse Code
When the trigger squeeze, I make niggas wheeze like government cheese
I steal lives like a thief in the night. When I pack
My piece in the night, not a beef is in sight
I keep the crowd in awe ‘cause I rhyme without flaw, cut
The gauge with the saw, and turn brains to coleslaw
My Glock can kill opticals within my opticals. Pick a flavor
Any flavor. You’ll still get nicks like a razor in liquid
The blazer—respect the sound or I’ll put fifty rectum-bound
And you’ll jump up, jump up, but you won’t be sitting down
Now I don’t really know, but somebody said you’ll
Be dead when the lead goes straight to your head
I don’t know
Is it true? Well, let me test my weapon on you (Hey, hey)

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo]
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day, yo

[Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo]
Nine-nine, I want niggas to see me then flee me
‘Cause I bust shots, and, my man, I don’t mean BBs
When I roll in a busted-up vehicle
I guarantee you there won’t be no sequel
‘Cause all I got to do is cock the hammer back, then watch
Me generate more heat than a roomful of black, so don’t
Counteract or you’ll get more than sonned, son. I keep
My hand on my gun ‘cause they got me on the run
It’s time to get some trapped on our new demo. Get your
Strap on to the white part of town, man, it’s on
I like it, I want it. You got it, you flaunt it, so
Strip down to your drawers ‘cause it’s no longer yours
Don’t give me no cock and bull, guy. Look at the bleeding skull before
You die ‘cause, when I cock and pull in your eye
Look at the pelican fly. I never liked that guy
He was a hasa—that’s word to La Raza
The world is mine, I’m taking bone marrow out your spine
The wizard ain’t hard to find—just follow the choke-line, follow the choke-line
Niggas used to ask why my pants were so thick—’cause I got
A Glock in my sock and a .22 in my underwear
I’m on some ill shit, kill shit, skill shit, so get the deals that can’t be
Took, so kill it. I cook emcees like a skillet
I pack it for static, so who wants static? I’ll leave
The lousy bastards’ red baskets splattered. Check it out, yo (Check it out, check it out, check it out)
When I pack a G-L-O-C-K, it’s
Usually the reason why this ain’t your day

[Interlude 1: Sample from Season 1 Episode 16 of Birdman and the Galaxy Trio (1967-1968) - “The Galaxy Trio Versus Growliath”]
“Compared to me, you are a mere baby, and the baby needs a spanking” - Growliath

[Interlude 2: Mr. Voodoo]
Yeah. A-check it out, yo. And I say, “Hey”

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo]
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day
G-L-O-C-K
Usually the reason for a very bad day