Mr. Voodoo - “G.L.O.C.K.”

[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo]

[Producer(s): Charlemagne]

[Intro: Sample from Season 1 Episode 16 of Birdman and the Galaxy Trio (1967-1968) - “The Galaxy Trio Versus Growliath”]

“Compared to me, you are a mere baby, and the baby needs a spanking” - Growliath

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]

A-one, two

A-one, two. Tell you what I’ma do:

Swell up foes, develop flows, make it funky for you. Well, it’s the

Most-hated nigga with the finger on the nickel-plated

Trigger, out to make the hole in your rectum bigger

Just give me a place to start, my ammo, then give me some space to rock. I see some

Unfamiliar faces on the block, so my shit is cocked

Ready do to something real sick real quick, and be

Gone with the wind, so say “hello” to my little friend

I bust shots viciously, repetitiously, indiscriminate ‘til the clip’s empty

You think I give a damn about a low-budget, no-skills-having emcee? You see?

You motherfuckers don’t understand. When gun’s in hand, I light sharp like

A candle ‘cause I’m so hard to handle, round. Yes, I am

I jam it. Oh yes, I ram it. Now, I don’t know about

Digable Planets, but that girl that cooks is quite dickable, dammit. After

The jammy drills crannies and nooks, it’s ill how I book

By hook or by crook, I cook, you’re born again. Plus I got

Weapon at my… with plenty shots in my… When I aim

Better dip ‘cause frames get ripped. When my lid flips, I make blood drip-drip-drip-drip-drip

Pop the shit and get hotwired, jerk. This ain’t

The 4th of July, but you’ll admire the fireworks ‘cause

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo]

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day, yo

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day, yo

[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]

Twenty-one against a nigga with a gun

When I bust one, watch the other twenty run

Mr. Voodoo aims for the center mass of your frame

And lets the flame enter that ass like gas. I pack

Grammar, cock it back like a hammer. When I slam, I jam

My man, I’m the one that put the “bam” in “Alabama”

‘Cause when I load, I bust shots in Morse Code

When the trigger squeeze, I make niggas wheeze like government cheese

I steal lives like a thief in the night. When I pack

My piece in the night, not a beef is in sight

I keep the crowd in awe ‘cause I rhyme without flaw, cut

The gauge with the saw, and turn brains to coleslaw

My Glock can kill opticals within my opticals. Pick a flavor

Any flavor. You’ll still get nicks like a razor in liquid

The blazer—respect the sound or I’ll put fifty rectum-bound

And you’ll jump up, jump up, but you won’t be sitting down

Now I don’t really know, but somebody said you’ll

Be dead when the lead goes straight to your head

I don’t know

Is it true? Well, let me test my weapon on you (Hey, hey)

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo]

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day, yo

[Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo]

Nine-nine, I want niggas to see me then flee me

‘Cause I bust shots, and, my man, I don’t mean BBs

When I roll in a busted-up vehicle

I guarantee you there won’t be no sequel

‘Cause all I got to do is cock the hammer back, then watch

Me generate more heat than a roomful of black, so don’t

Counteract or you’ll get more than sonned, son. I keep

My hand on my gun ‘cause they got me on the run

It’s time to get some trapped on our new demo. Get your

Strap on to the white part of town, man, it’s on

I like it, I want it. You got it, you flaunt it, so

Strip down to your drawers ‘cause it’s no longer yours

Don’t give me no cock and bull, guy. Look at the bleeding skull before

You die ‘cause, when I cock and pull in your eye

Look at the pelican fly. I never liked that guy

He was a hasa—that’s word to La Raza

The world is mine, I’m taking bone marrow out your spine

The wizard ain’t hard to find—just follow the choke-line, follow the choke-line

Niggas used to ask why my pants were so thick—’cause I got

A Glock in my sock and a .22 in my underwear

I’m on some ill shit, kill shit, skill shit, so get the deals that can’t be

Took, so kill it. I cook emcees like a skillet

I pack it for static, so who wants static? I’ll leave

The lousy bastards’ red baskets splattered. Check it out, yo (Check it out, check it out, check it out)

When I pack a G-L-O-C-K, it’s

Usually the reason why this ain’t your day

[Interlude 1: Sample from Season 1 Episode 16 of Birdman and the Galaxy Trio (1967-1968) - “The Galaxy Trio Versus Growliath”]

“Compared to me, you are a mere baby, and the baby needs a spanking” - Growliath

[Interlude 2: Mr. Voodoo]

Yeah. A-check it out, yo. And I say, “Hey”

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo]

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day (Hey, hey)

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day

G-L-O-C-K

Usually the reason for a very bad day