Underworld Music

Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) - “Underworld Music”
[Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
[Producer(s): Looie II]
[Scratches: Looie II]

[Intro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Yeah. Yo, you know who it is. Yo, we gon’, we gon’, we gon’ switch things up right here on this world beat, you know’m saying? Yo, no more underground, baby, no more underground. This is the underworld, man. All the seven seas, the seven continents, the rivers—all that. All the gangsters, all the thugs. This is underworld right here, you nah’mean? Kick it

[Verse 1: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Ladies
And gents, allow me to vent with shady intent
How I invent whenever I spit
It’s an extinction-level event, a dress rehearsal for
Armageddon, the damage I do is irreversible
Straight from the kitchens and gates, niggas is fake, producers
Is wack, they need to go back and dig in the crates
Niggas can hate, but fuck with Agu, in a morgue you’ll
Refrigerate, I’ll have your dogs dig a grave. My back
‘log is sick, I ain’t up to he date, still reciting
Lines from rhymes I wrote in ‘98
I’m a seasoned vet, ain’t none of y’all a threat
I’m so ahead of my time, my pops ain’t cum yet

[Interlude 1: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) with Scratches by Looie II]
Yeah, yo, y’all don’t understand. ‘94, ‘93, I’ve been doing this, man. Way ahead of my time, man, I’ve been showing a lot of y’all how to flow, know’m mean? We gon’ keep this right, know’m mean? Yeah, yo, let’s get back into this

[Verse 2: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Don’t make me run up in your
Shit clapping. This riding, sinister bass make
You quit rapping, follow God like Minister Mase. Whoever’s
At top just holding my place (Word). Bottom line: y’all run
Borrow time, face your death with a solemn mind
Say farewells and goodbyes to your wives and concubines
When I pull out, I leave this place looking like Columbine
Hollows from nines follow a line into the column of your spine
Unconsciously shine—don’t want no problem with mine. I might
Pack up and quit, but now’s not the time. Might spit
Some wack shit, but this is not the rhyme. Plant ‘em
Like bombs in minds, blow ‘em up. Sets? Throw ‘em up
Your game’s wet behind the ears, and mines is grown up, so

[Interlude 2: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) with Scratches by Looie II]
Word up, man, throw ‘em up, son. I don’t care what you’re after, man. People? Smoke? Dog? Cuz? Whatever, man. You know what this is about. This that rude bwoy shit, you know’m mean? This that criminal shit, baby. Yeah, yeah. Yo, yo, let’s get into it like this, yo. Check it out

[Verse 3: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
As I spit this verse
I cock the hammer, blast a trey ‘cause these cocks’ll
Blam ya in the studio like Jam Master Jay
Incite foes to action, got a psycho’s reaction
It comes to guns? I got more plastic than Michael Jackson
Them shells be putting ‘em where Hell be
I play hardcore like the MLB. Rappers
Claim they’re wealthy, but in the hood, starving, fronting
Claim their squadron stunting, but they’re really bargain-hunting
I give thanks to the game, shanks to the flame. You just holler
“Gangster” for fame, but you ain’t a gangster, you’re lame. Streets and stages
Five Boroughs I leave in blazes. Agu the New York
Version of Nicky Santoro in Vegas

[Outro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) with Scratches by Looie II]
What is you saying, man? Yo, let me tell you something, man. Yo, nobody coming up in this, man. This is mine, you know’m saying? I will beat your ass, you know’m mean? And when I’m coming out of jail and you’re coming out of your coma, I’ma do it again ‘cause I’m stupid like that, you nah’mean? It’s Agu. I’m out