Let the World Know (Demo Version)

Mr. Voodoo ft. L-Swift - “Let the World Know (Demo Version)”
[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]
[Hook/Additional Vocals: L-Swift]
[Sample (Hook/Riff): The Soul Children - “Move Over” (0:00)]

[Intro: Mr. Voodoo]
Yo, it’s Mr. Voodoo. For so long, I was slept on and, for so long, I was thirsty to release this flow. And now it’s my turn to let the world know, so check it out

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]
I’ve been a mystery for the past few years
Never seen but heard about strictly on the word of mouth
Wack emcees I be herbing out with my treatise, I flip
Decease, then sip in cinnamon, snatch their gold pieces
I eat emcees up many ways like they was Reese’s
When I grab the mic, all the bullshit ceases. I cap-
-tivate a million teams, decapitate like a guillotine
Empty my nine mill’ to clean, in a wicked philistine
What I’m creating shines like Daytons. Niggas can’t do me
Nathing ‘cause I control this world like I was Satan
I take advantage of your amateur flow and damage ya
I’m not an amateur. I’m a pro, fuck a ho
My shank’s bigger than Crocodile Dundee, I’m wild, money
Slash like Ted Bundy, smash like Solomon Grundy
No one’s outdone me ‘cause none be able to. I’m too unfadeable
They all run from me or take off like on punting
To put it bluntly: never confront me ‘cause I will
Haunt you in your next life, dominate you like sex drive
“My 45’s kicking it live, and that’s no jive”
The black prince has arrived, and I’ma let the world know

[Hook: L-Swift and (Mr. Voodoo)]
I’ma let the world know (Yo, I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, kid) exactly what’s going down with the flow, yo (Word, I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, kid) I’ma let the world know (Yo, I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, kid) exactly what’s going down with the flow, yo (Yeah, I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, kid) I’ma let the world know (I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, kid) exactly what’s going down with the flow, yo (Yo, I’ma let the)
(World know, kid) I’ma let the world know (I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, kid) exactly what’s going down, let ‘em know

[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]
Well, it’s
The comment allez-Voo. Do now tell me
Who the fuck are you, money? Parlay or you’ll be through, yo
You never know how I’m gonna do. I may
Just chill or get vill’ and kick some next shit. I carry firearms
In my right and left because I’m ambidextrous, plus
I’m running shit like [?]
I get lyrical, empirical, tyrannical
Never get choked up when I smoke up the botanical
Certifiably, undeniably superior
Don’t try to hang if you don’t fit the criteria. I keep
On ‘til every herb is gone. Word is bond, I’m like
The Predator, competitors I sabotage, camouflage
Niggas I neuter. My rhymes guide you like a tutor
Judge, jury, executor, like my cootie raw like sushi, so
[?], my tracks be tight like virgin pussy, never
Intercepted. Rhyme ‘til I’m decrepit—just accept it
The rap sire, when I grab the mic wire, it goes
Like this: “Chk, woof.” Now that’s a fire! Why, I
Think you should know I’m the baddest brother with flow, but
For now, I came to let the world know

[Hook: L-Swift and (Mr. Voodoo)]
Yo, I’ma let the world know (Yo, I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, kid) exactly what’s going down with the flow, yo (Yeah, I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, kid) I’ma let the world know (I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, kid) exactly what’s going down with the flow, yo (I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, yo) I’ma let the world know (I’ma let the world)
(Know, kid) exactly what’s going down with the flow, yo (Yeah, I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, yo) I’ma let the world know (Let the world)
(Know, kid) exactly what’s going down, let ‘em know

[Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo]
Mellow
Rhythmatic tactics that make snakes rise out of baskets
When I pack classics, you’ll catch a casket, punk bastard
Chumps mask it, but they bite me, blunts keep me blasting nightly
Dollar is mighty. Suckers don’t like me, but won’t fight me. Cause
Unsightly, macabre imagery, my thoughts alone should keep me
Locked up in the penitentiary for centuries. I’m un-
-equivocally freaking, specifically speaking
To those who thought I could be beaten. Someone must be feeding you
Some helium ‘cause see me, y’all? My shit be premium
Could never get thrown off my equilibrium
‘Cause I’m the jive-talker, ho-stalker, mother-maker
Safe-breaker, so watch your girl—I just might take her. Sipping
Remy, smoking beadies ‘til my eyes get teeny, tap
The Guinness Stout bottle when I wanna summon my genie
Can’t see me but fiend me, though, like a kilogram. Cause
More grief for fams than Son of Sam when I jet to jam
My English grammar cold, jaggers like a dagger
The 107-proof Goldschläger makes me stagger
5-foot-8-inch, lyrics pinch like the sword of
A samurai. Let you take me out? I’ll be damned if I
Fuck with me? To Hell, you’ll be damnified. I came
To let the world know—let it be ramified

[Hook: L-Swift and (Mr. Voodoo)]
Yo, I’ma let the world know (Yo, I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, kid) exactly what’s going down with the flow, yo (Let the world)
(Know) I’ma let the world know (Yo, I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, kid) exactly what’s going down with the flow, yo (Word up, yo)
I’ma let the world know (I’ma let ‘em)
(Know, kid) exactly what’s going down with the flow, yo (Yo, let the world)
(Know) I’ma let the world know (Yo, I’ma let ‘em)
(Know) exactly what’s going down, let ‘em know (Word to muv, word to muv, yo)

[Outro: Mr. Voodoo]
It’s Mr. Voodoo, and I’m out