Return of the 45 (The Criminal Element Version)

Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) - “Return of the 45 (The Criminal Element Version)”
[Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
[Producer(s): Looie II]
[Scratches: Looie II]

[Intro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), uh huh, Brooklyn (in the house), Crhyme Life (Crhyme Life), Criminal Element (Baby). ‘Bout to take this shit back to the essence, ‘bout to take this shit back to ’93. Come ride with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
(*Inhale*) What a rush when I crush, watch the blood gush
As I put emcees into a permanent hush-hush. I don’t
Spit raps, I clap ‘em out, so niggas better change
The guns they’re shooting and change what they’re rapping ‘bout (‘cause)
Those ain’t slugs, your flows ain’t thug. I put
Two in your mug, now I ruined a rug
I keep wack emcees in last-place, my shit is lactase
Y’all niggas ain’t got no flavor, you lack taste
I ain’t Greek like Zeus. See, my black face ain’t
Chinese like Bruce, I rep the black race
Hustlers’ primogenitor, the game came from my genetic
Strain, too much for you lames’ pathetic brain. Preordained
I see your pain, bloodstains mean I maintain
My reign at the top of the food chain
The black prince has arrived, my shit is live, your shit
Is jive, you niggas getting burned alive

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Looie II]
“It’s the return of the .45 caliber killer” - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - “Bust Mine” (x5)

[Verse 2: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Rappers are
(“Space Ghost!”) From Right Coast to Left Coast. Blast
F-I-F’ toast and niggas get left roast. I only
Live by the mack’s laws, hemlock on the tracks
Pours, attacks pores like anthrax spores. Here
I stand at the crossroads, rapping for stacks and whores
Trapping y’all, smoke guns, I’m clapping in Morse Code
My hypnotic tone make you giddy. Pointing chrome at
The jiggy, got him passing me stones like kidneys, flames
Burning, squad leaking. Like the King James version
Write my rhymes in red ‘cause this is God speaking. Tell me
How deaf be I? Files on niggas like the FBI
If you fake, the perpetrator of the theft be I
The real in you is fiction. Mr. Voo is dead
But ain’t no resurrection without a crucifixion. Thinking
Business, no jive. Dirt follow me like pigpen
It’s like I’m buried alive

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Looie II]
“It’s the return of the .45 caliber killer” - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - “Bust Mine” (x5)

[Verse 3: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Some niggas claim their sole purpose is to drop
Science but merely scratch the surface. Check it
The heater helps furnaces insulated in my mind
Like a thermos, hemlock I secrete out the epidermis
Nine double-m Glock heat-burners I furnish
Hustling on blocks and streets, we skirmish
Agu the felonious monk known to get crunk
Handle more keys than Thelonious Monk
At the tables we cook up, sending bullets to your crib
Like you had cable illegally hooked up
You’ll be reading cards that say, “Get well soon”
Laid up in a hospital, nursing shell wounds
When it comes to crime, I rehearse it
A million times in my mind as if it was a rhyme
And live via murder, a code of silence
Say no more. Y’all niggas know the science

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Looie II]
“It’s the return of the .45 caliber killer” - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - “Bust Mine” (x5)

[Outro: Samples with Scratches by Looie II]
“It’s the return” - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - “Bust Mine” (x3)
“It’s the return of the .45 caliber killer” - Sample from Mr. Voodoo on Natural Elements - “Bust Mine”