Voodoo
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I believed that America was a democracy
And I took that really seriously
Voodoo! They thumpin' to my magic
Too Black, too strong, I sing songs of mathematics
Voodoo! They callin' for the magic
Give the people what they want and commence the skull snappin'
Crossroad walker, roots man villa
Got my mic jean sliced on the mega Godzilla
(G.O.D.) Sam Snead, rude boy, massa Killa
My cup spilleth over so I cleanse dirty lips
Rebel milk churner
My hydro-glycerin creams have soft mental burners
Broadcast wide like Ted Turner's
Networks, exert vocal dramas
From pimps to the llamas, I serve like Benihanas
Skull snapper dada, J supreme abba
My son be Yeshua, Earth seed, Black Madonna
Theory big bang, evolution, God ethics
Told jewels is gold, one path through mathematics
The conscious terrorist, warfare kinetics
Extreme level phonics, forewarned, granted it's hectic
Deadline for fools, think twice before you set it
First step's a doozy, no hell, your drop is endless
Voodoo! They thumpin' to my magic
Too Black, too strong, I sing songs of mathematics
Voodoo! They callin' for the magic
Give the people what they want and commence the skull snappin'
Shaman of street knowledge, the art of survival's my recipe
My roots be harmonious therapy
Get any ready, be ready for X-Clan
We cipher like 720, recycle the lifespan
We evolve and expand the blood, race, and land
The brothership connection, we live free in the land
We spark the God-man arm, legga-legga (uh)
We do it and true to it, we measure beyond bars
The seat to the east is empty
Distracted by terror and the sacrifice of war is plenty
Must death goin' down impending
We stop payin' dues in the streets like thuggery is the ending
Voodoo! They thumpin' to my magic
Too Black, too strong, I sing songs of mathematics
Voodoo! They callin' for the magic
Give the people what they want and commence the skull snappin'
Voodoo, they shakin' to my lines
Reflect to my roots and build a whole new design
Now when they say hip hop, they don't expect civilized
To manifest with content, this specialized ride
And you know how we do when we servin' that Black indigenous funk
Way before that Sugarhill rap
Head crack, son let these mortals adapt
To the irresistible rhythm of my voodoo style raps
Builders, ballers, new jacks, vets
The funk of the inquired is controllin' the set
The crossroad cipher will replenish the X
And if you frontin' on the clan, son, protect ya neck, c'mon
Voodoo! They thumpin' to my magic
Too Black, too strong, I sing songs of mathematics
Voodoo! They callin' for the magic
Give the people what they want and commence the skull snappin'
From Professor X to the Narrator X
You cannot cross out the X, the X-Clan
And my name is Kunta Kinte, not Tobe, sissy!