[Verse 1: 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 murdering men, my slaying style's abominable

Like a snowman no man can withstand

My catastrophic oesophagus, larynx avalanche

From Pakistan to the Himalayas to Mt. Everest

Never rest the walking 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 going on

MC's and microphones get torn to bits in my zone

[Verse 2: LMNO]

Once every maroon moon, buffoons flow

Releasing 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

Relevance is a key quality

I cock my clock when there's time to kill

You can't avoid getting popped like a pill

Here 'til don't fuck with LMNO

Or I'll send your demo tape to Jerry Heller

[Verse 3: 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 jewels 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 cassette

Not a vet yet just getting 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 the counterfeit, my shit hits like a bong

[Verse 4: Ras Kass]

Son I comes clear as fiber optics

So if you hear a pin drop (Ping), I'm writing classic nigga

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 niggas 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 niggas is wack

Claimin' to have phat lyrication

But lost all the carbonation, so your style went flat like white bitches backs

Plus your fronts was all silicone implants

Studio rappers with more punches than WBA

Heavyweights saying they can't be served observe

[Verse 5: 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