I Come With Skills

Mr. Voodoo - “I Come With Skills”
[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): Looie II]

[Intro: Mr. Voodoo]
Yeah, yeah. ‘9-6, don’t get caught in the motherfucking mix. Mr. Voo coming through. Ayyo, drop it. Yeah, yeah. You know what time it is. Check it out, check it out

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]
Taste the hemlock from the cauldron
Beware ‘cause I’m coming to your quadrant
Pulling nine double-m Glocks out at the speed of light
On squadrons. To heat a mic, you can drop bombs, but I
Drop meteorites. The Five-Percent school
Ten percent rule, eighty-five a fool, but I’m
As wise as Elijah Poole, deep-thinking with
The heat-seeking rap. You think I’m wack, you’ll get smacked for
Thinking that dumbness. A .22 dumdums is
Causing you numbness. I’m so ahead of my time
I came before Columbus. You don’t want this, ain’t nothing to do
But run from this. As long as the thoughts
Call, there’ll be another encore. Satan is Pope
John Paul the Second. I face the east while you
Praise The Beast for blessings. Sending phony-ass rappers
Back to the essence ‘cause never will I ever condone
(What, god?) Perpetrating on the microphone
Ain’t nothing for me to fear but fear alone
I pack chrome and sack homes like
The emperor of Rome, so prepare a throne

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo]
I enter the Terrordome alone
And swarm on your sect, come with skills
And leave with your respect. You front like you the Big Will
But I still detects no quill. I come with skills
And leave with your respect. You try to keep it real by packing
Steel and catching wreck, but I come with skills
And leave with your respect. Ain’t paid no dues—only got
A deal ‘cause of connects, but I come with skills
And leave with your respect

[Bridge: Mr. Voodoo]
(Yeah, yeah) It’s Mr. Voo
Come through with skills (I come with skills)
(And leave with your respect) And leave with your respect
The Natural Elements crew
(Yeah, yeah) come through with skills (Come with skills)
(And leave with your respect) And leave with your respect

[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]
You know the ‘folio: I
Cripple like polio and solely flow. You’re more full
Of bull than a rodeo. I be the Romeo (Word)
Romanticizing dimes, antagonizing slime (With what?)
With fantasized rhymes glamourizing crime (Yeah, yeah)
But still can’t rhyme. You’re better off trying to flow
In pantomime. My hands in grime
Caught up in a race against the sands of time, trying to take
The honey, you caught the vapors—now it makes you act funny
But try to front on me and you will soon be irrelevant
Like paper money. Just plug the mic in. My tongue
Strike men like lightning, turn you pale like white men
Robbing nations like Vikings. Lyrics and skills—these two
Components make me a most formidable opponent
When I appear, for many emcees, it’s their most-feared moment
I be the man they call “The Microphonist.” When
I’m zoning, I take out all the wack emcees in the world
Combined when I bless one rhyme and confine
More niggas than one time (Yeah, yeah) for your time

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo]
No TECs, no Lex. I come with skills
And leave with your respect. You front like you the Big Will
But I still detects no quill. I kick a skill
And leave with your respect. You tried to keep it real by packing
Steel and catching wreck, but I come with skills
And leave with your respect. Ain’t paid no dues—only got
A deal ‘cause of connects, but I come with skills
And leave with your respect

[Outro: Mr. Voodoo]
Yeah, yeah
Mr. Voo come through with skills (I come with skills)
(And leave with your respect)
Leave with your motherfucking respect (Yeah, yeah, I come with skills)
(And leave with your respect) The Natural Elements crew
Come through. Peep the skills (Yeah, yeah, I come with skills)
(And leave with your motherfucking respect) Natural Elements
Yeah, yeah, we come through with skills
And leave with your respect, motherfucker
Fresh for ’96, sucker