Voodu - E=MC5 (Bust Da Scientifical) lyrics

[Voodu] In the beginning there was darkness Then God made light and then that came And Soon after that he created the planet And Voodu was his name Which means I'm not large, I'm astronomical A mastermind of murderin men, my slayin styles abominable Like a snowman no man can withstand my catastrophic esophagus Larynx avalanche From Pakistan to the Himalayas to Mt. Everest Never rest the walkin exorcist If I was a storm, I'd reign supreme So check your weather forecast for natural disasters Extreme when I storm the stage Like a one man cyclone faced bones crack upon a pack of my rhymes tones I got it goin on MC's and microphones get torn to bits in my zone [LMNO] Once every maroon moon, buffoons flow Releasin info, that's non-beneficial One supplement for microphone congestion Muzzle half-steppers before they learn the lesson I don't need Fila's to rock a fresh crew Flesh ain't eternal, hear and now boo Subjects skipping consistently Relevence is a key quality I co*k my clock when there's time to k** You can't avoid getting popped like a pill Hear til' don't f** with LMNO Or I'll send your demo tape to Jerry Heller [Mean Green] Two years ago I planted a seed Now I'm making the microphone bleed When my vocals are freed, I'm liable to start up a stampede I roll up weed in the track and blow out feedback I hold my j**els while I stroll through L.A And my mind is always on cruise control I swing facts and dope raps over fat tracks Melt wax and remain sharp as an axe, bet I'm like Russian roulette with a tape ca**ette Not a vet yet just gettin my feet wet But don't sweat, when I hit it will be all net My reps unknown, many heads get flown Can't figure out why it took 'em so long For them to let me drop my vocals on top of a rap song Write rhymes strong, so my pockets stay long Not to counterfeit, my sh** hits like a bong [Ras Ka**] Son I comes clear as fiber optics So if you hear a pin drop (ping), I'm writin a cla**ic n***a Who wanna take the weight and catch a hernia I got the fabric of your psyche unraveling Dolly Madison couldn't create a cupcake with more fillin Than when the objective is illin instillin, poetic to penicillin Grillin n***as like Jeffrey Dahmer's Labor Day Picnic Not E-40 but I get sickwidit, mentally likwit Ketone steelo: COCH3 COCH3 On a microphone, I'm acetone B Cause it's kinda dope that most n***as is wack Claimin they have phat lyrication But lost all the carbonation, so your style went flat like white b**hes backs Plus your fronts was all silicone implants Studio rappers with more punches than WBA Heavyweights saying they can't be served observe [Key Kool] Crainum salads must be tossed from the brains of MC's reposin in the vegetable mind frame Machines connected to the temples monitoring innovation In their rhyme minds result in a flat line Cause wack MC's combust without combustion of Spontaneous nature the grade card reads C+ Only a bit better than the average, but never above The up so they get upset so they get upset when five minds connect In a conglomeration of formulations Kaleidoscopic manifestations of rhyme manipulations Broadcasting to the heads like frequency modulations The stations call letters KOOL Always coming natural counter-factual To the artificial so bust da scientifical Five MC's equal to the eclectic brain shower E=MC to the fifth power