Let the World Know (Let the World Know Version)

[Verse 1: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Niggas like
“Voodoo is finished, ain’t got the hunger no more.” It’s been
A minute, and I ain’t fall. I still come with the raw
Homicidal waters, guns I draw, not with strokes of the brush
The picture I paint’s gunsmokes and bucks, bad strokes of luck
Death strokes, brushes with fate, black folks that’s stuck in
Nine Gates by Jake, fuck a token and the bus. I ain’t
Trying to wait. I sell smoke, coke, and dust ‘til I burn
The tires off the wheels, rims, and spokes of a truck. Look at
The heels on my Timbs. I’m broke as fuck, stick out
Like thorns in roses, plus we kindred spirits, “pimp hustlers”
Encloses us, so every word spoken
Just like prophecy read by clerics, prose said
In lyrics, the hunger grows in us, yo
‘Til in the head we’re sick. Brooklyn
Who loc as us? You think so? You smoking dust, homie
Laws was made and broke ‘cause of us, homie

[Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
I’ma let the world know
Exactly who got the crown with the flow, yo
I’ma let the world know
I’m the difference between a pimp and gigolo, bitch
I’ma let the world know niggas is fake
Producers need to go back and dig in the crates, yo
I’ma let the world know
I’m making cake for the stacks, I’m hitting up your gates

[Verse 2: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Well, it’s
The comment allez-Voo. Duke
You don’t flow how we do, you don’t know how we do. Some chumps
Thought that he won’t but know now that he do. Got more
Pumps than hoes, garbage ducks, get lumps and stitches, dump
On foes like garbage truck dump in ditches. All I got’s
Bubblegum and dick for these presumptuous bitches, plus a
Gun in my britches. These creeps deceitful
But my creeps lethal. Be peaceful or sleep peaceful
Pastor in front of church people, trying to make you shine
When he know, all your life, you was perverse and evil
Call my rhymes “crack” ‘cause what I rock is raw, dropping more
Bombs on niggas than Operation Shock and Awe
Slugs spit on a path of doom ‘cause, lyrically
I’m nastier than public bathrooms

[Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
I’ma let the world know
Exactly who got the crown with the flow, yo
I’ma let the world know
I’m the difference between a pimp and gigolo, bitch
I’ma let the world know niggas is fake
Producers need to go back and dig in the crates, yo
I’ma let the world know
I’m making cake for the stacks, I’m hitting up your gates

[Verse 3: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
I know dick
Got you sick, call a doctor quick. Don’t
Pop junk just ‘cause you got your clique. Pop
The trunk, more guns in it than Slick Rick, shots slick
Stop the ticker, your biological clock quick. Load
The Glock with a clip, cock and spit, ho with my
Cock on her lip slobbering my cock with spit, rocks
Get flipped ‘til I’m at the cockpit of a hot whip
Inside info like stock tips and leave you stripped
I’m a ghoulish thug, ain’t fucking with hypocritical folks, clips ain’t
Critical, they roast fools with slugs, leave you in critical
Cripple your growth, family’ll wanna pull the plug
But can’t ‘cause the doctor took the Hippocratic Oath. The only
Thing the hope for is a miracle to cope. Spit crime
‘Cause I’m criminal and lyrical both—that’s street smarts
And book smarts. Your life ends when
The heat sparks and the hook starts

[Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (x2)
I’ma let the world know
Exactly who got the crown with the flow, yo
I’ma let the world know
I’m the difference between a pimp and gigolo, bitch
I’ma let the world know niggas is fake
Producers need to go back and dig in the crates, yo
I’ma let the world know
I’m making cake for the stacks, I’m hitting up your gates