Eddie Ill & D.L. - Mr. Voodoo, Saukrates, Afrolistic, Choclair, Skam, and L.I.F.E. Long Freestyle (A Trip Below) lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Voodoo] Yo, check it out, yo. It's Mr. Voo, know'm saying? Repping for my man Eddie Ill, my man D.L., know'm saying? We gon' do it like this. Check it out. Check it out, one time. Check it out, yo [Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo] Ayyo, rappers want to battle but ain't got the nerve I step into the square and babble those fatal words Once the target observed, I insert the clip and revert To hitting anything that move. Mentally ill with the Intent to k** crazy emcees. My flows like [?] to these Baby emcees. The greatest in the ‘Ville scooping ya Ladies and cheese ‘cause your pimping sk**s Compared to mine [?], miniscule The premise still blessing mics, black cuties, and mamis This rap sh**'s depressing like four more years of Giuliani So I inhale a fume, selling wholesale doom Undressing n***as quicker than Clinton in a hotel room [Interlude 1: Saukrates] Yo, keeping it Eddie Ill, stay on the D.L. Keeping it Eddie Ill and stay on the D.L. Keeping it Eddie Ill, staying on the D.L. This is Saukrates getting ill. Check it out [Verse 2: Saukrates] Illiterate. n***as getting schooled ‘cause they into it p**y getting soaked ‘cause I'm hot when I'm inniment The crowd raising hell for what, punk? I've giving it A hundred and ten percent of acid. I'm spitting it At you. Brand your skin, so f** a tattoo b**h or a n***a, I'ma f** you and blast through Your frame. Like nonveterans, insane They seen the light. Motherf**er, I'ma show you the same Just so their life isn't sliced in vein/vain I train n***as to go against my grain. Daily I rain On motherf**ers like food from a plane Welcome the nourishment, honey. Rice and peas is my name [Interlude 2: Afrolistic and Saukrates] Saukrates: f** it. Yes, sir Afrolistic: Yes, sir Saukrates: f** it Afrolistic: What? Saukrates: My n***a Afro Afrolistic: Afro Saukrates: Kick it one time Afrolistic: On the M-I-Y. Check it out, one time. Hailing from the T-Dot Saukrates: Will you go? [Verse 3: Afrolistic] Giving you nothing but dramatics, dynamic acrobatics That feed the addicts who crave for lyrics that Bounce like trampoline acts. Cutting the thread Out the seams to penetrate through your bloodstreams High-wire occupant—no balance beams Circle rates predominant like family genes It seems to me you're not ready for what I'm giving ‘Cause you're still caught up on bullsh** that you'll be spitting Stroking it and bite your dick, finger up your a**hole Flossing? f** that, my n***a. I'm about Robbing the malnourished minds, which haven't yet flourished Enough to reach my, my own. That's why I'm burning A hole in your sector like this ozone, so peep the lecture And listen. To each his own texture. This is war, nothing lesser I got ten on it. Get on it or get the f** out my cypher [Verse 4: Choclair] I'm standing six-foot-one. Dark-skin, smooth brother Knee-deep up in your women's circle be my brothers Underground in the gutters, submerged under the nonsense Of happy cheers. Fronting with a crooked smile, I walk Really-big-dick style to stick your girl and make her smile When impotent n***as say they're gonna f** me up now You need to understand paranormal land expands People catching co*kstands when I touch mic stands Even pulling hair strands, you best believe I got Lyrics up my sleeve. Little brother from the [?] People always asking me why my lyrics so infectual People asking me why my content's always s**ual They try to dog me and say my mind is demented But I'm not. Just a guy that is s**-oriented. If I Said it, then I meant it. Never to front to be no favorite Scribe my lyrics on the laptop and represent the T-Dot Don't front to be American or someone's comparison I hold my own, snatching up some chrome microphones Get your style blown. [?] styles how I roll Got more friends than foes. Take a “Breath” like I'm Prodigy Understand the entity. I rock the front rows, the back The side, inside of balconies. You've only seen the half of me A glimpse from the ladies that be kneeling right in front of me No need to [?]. Only sabotage my [?] Or crack a Sprite, then strive. Sterile n***as start producing Then they wonder why they're losing. Don't talk about your checks Let your Lex do the talking. You skylarking n***as who Be acting like they're robbing. Alright, boy. I'll give you “One More Chance” like I'm Biggie. There's no doubt the Chizzy Will leave a stain on your brain, some maps, and some panties So understand that [?] always follows me While I'll be standing Slick, looking cool with no Wallabees [Verse 5: Skam] Yo, Old World Disorder jumping like shorties on the mattress I just got here. See, I went to the wrong address Skating all around Queens. Things couldn't be seen Without the Dramamine, I'm ready to put emcees to sleep Like a bad nightmare. Yo, me and Shadow never fight fair The name of my crew'll be Old World Disorder. Ready for The warfare. You get tore here up in my circle My stratosphere. Who's rapping here, asking me where the action's at? Skam got lyrics flipping like Dominique Dawes Without no drawers on the gymnastic mat. Picture that Skam be coming/cumming ill sicker than Eazy-E Used to be in the infirmary. Yo, rest in peace To N.W.A. Yo, listen to what I say Gam got lyrics that spray. I said, “Gam.” I meant to say “Skam.” I jump in the jam. Ain't got no formal plan Left hand, what's the matter? Why you making signals? I got to pa** it [Interlude 3: Skam] Yo, what? Aw. Yo, check it out. My man's about come on. Yo [Verse 6: L.I.F.E. Long] Aight, yo, check. Right after my man Skam, I'll be the man Verbally expand. Verses be Underground like Tubman Yo, I'm twice as ill as a sick schizophrenic. I'm energetic I seek weak emcees out with mental telekinetics. I Be telepathic, I seek m-m-many emcees out They can't even understand how I be winning mad lyrical bouts I'm like a Cub Scout scouting through the area, causing ma** hysteria I'll be a deadly disease, sort of like malaria Inside of your area, causing pain, bringing forth the flows that explode I spin around like a cyclone, maybe a tornado I get vexed without the mondo. Cats can't even see me You can't even see the flows and, no, I don't have no LP Or no CD yet, but I'll still catch wreck. I'll push wigs back Like a PEZ candy top from back in the days I amaze and “Blaze” like The Arsonists single. Cats put on your single And then cats jingle. Or should I say they mingle? You can't even see me when I come through this track and Hang emcees from ceilings like fixtures. I'll pop out like pictures I'm inside of scriptures. Peep the flows and sip the elixir Of my mixture. It gets corroded. My lyrical styles exploded Like, uh, missiles from a torpedo. I'm under Beneath the ground like earthquakes and tremors, coming through Off the track, right off the head like semen-filled jim caps when I rap I'll break emcees down. When I verbally attack, I smack Put emcees on their back with animated stacks like Jack You can't even see this style—I'm out of the circumference. It's like the Deepness of the abyss—you'll get caught up inside of my mist I never rift. I just come through the track and burn you like a spliff Yo, I do it like this when I be freestyling. I'm wiling Verbally styling. I pop flows inside microphones Like cats do tokens in a turnstile. I'm wild Like water rapids. I'll make stuff happen like fingers snapping Got your toes tapping, heads bobbing up and down in a circular motion You can't understand my, my lyrical type potion My devotion to this track and just to bless it with a rap When I verbally attack, I sort of be like cavities I keep everything in the up-and-down battles like New York gravity I shatter mind frames like the gla** on the window plane. Cats get slain When I come through this track and flip them styles off the brain So, yo, who's next to grab the microphone? I'll spin around with flows like a cyclone