Pen Hits the Paper

Mr. Voodoo - “Pen Hits the Paper”
[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]

[Hook: Sample]
“When my pen hits the paper” - Sample from Big Daddy Kane - “Ain’t No Half-Steppin’” (x8)

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]
The way I shine, I blind my enemy
I’m the real thing and not a facsimile
You ever get the nerve to face this, I’m taking you
And yours out on a first-come, first-to-get-served basis
It comes with flows—you’re dry like the desert, I’m an oasis, fat like
Boots with shoelaces. This is hemlock for you to taste this
I turn it out without a doubt—that’s unquestionable
You don’t have the intestinal fortitude or the testicles
Biting what I write is quite unprofessional. This rhyme
Could easily be the eulogy to your funeral
So tell me: who in the world could get with this nigga?
My IQ’s too high, my vocabulary’s bigger. When
My pen begins to punctuate, my lyrics start to fluctuate
The party people say, “Damn, that rapper’s fucking great”
I battle you, won’t contemplate ‘cause what I put on templates
Hard as an inmate—allow me to demonstrate
If this was a taste test, my flavor would be favored preferably
While you’re unwanted like a Haitian refugee
You’re just an imitation or, rather, effigy
Most definitely, no emcee is as def as me

[Hook: Sample]
“When my pen hits the paper” - Sample from Big Daddy Kane - “Ain’t No Half-Steppin’” (x8)

[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]
Always
Come through with new shit—ain’t nothing to it. The ink fluid do it
Any crew who feast: bring it like you sing it. Rap is ‘bout
Attitude, and your scholastic aptitude score’s too low
To reach my flow’s altitude, longitude, and latitude
Tactically applied when the mic is amplified. These
Components combined leave opponents terrified
My cerebral cord is mightier than the sword in the verbal joust
To herb a louse, and hemlocked niggas I douse
And house you and your spouse. Every Caesar has his Brutus, every
Jesus has his Judas, but you know how I do this: no gimmicks
Strictly skills. Physically free yet still in prison. Feel
The realism—that’s the premise here. You’ll fucked up in
This part of the hemisphere. You’re fucking with a chemist here
When I’m finished here, you’ll be in need of some dentist care
I drink a Guinness beer—one sip’ll make my voice ripple. I move cripples
Say things to stand out like Rosie Perez’s nipples
Dead prezes trickle in amounts considerable, and when
My pen hits the paper—tch—kid, you know the flavor

[Hook: Sample]
“When my pen hits the paper” - Sample from Big Daddy Kane - “Ain’t No Half-Steppin’” (x8)

[Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo]
When my pen hits
The paper, emcees dis-
-appear into vapor and get jeal’/gel like curl activator
See, I’m an innovator, meaning I’m clever
Devastate a rapper like me? Never
However, I’m very fascinating to the letter, complex
As metal net or hard to penetrate ‘cause I’m Kevlar
Positive is how I got to live, but if you acting
Non-cooperative, I’ll render you inoperative. When
I’m on the microphone, I’m dropping precious stones, control
Your mind, body, and soul like my name was Jim Jones, speaking
In tongues, girl be only young, so, you, let’s jam. I am
The one. Son, any infidel, I’ll excommunicate
And shun. Niggas run opposite where I go ‘cause they’ll get
Burned with the style I used two years ago. I swear, yo
Do not test the flow that go “BO!” all over the beat
None shall outlast, none shall compete. I find
A seat so I can sit, making it legit