SWAY & KING TECH - Voodoo & Ed Lover Freestyle lyrics

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(feat. Ed Lover, Voodu)

[Voodu]

I microwave a microphone in microseconds

Murderin metaphors and motherfuckers with my maneuvers

My mysterious material causes malice and misery

Mash with no manners microscopic molecules

MC's get mangled mucus makes my machine

manufacture mega verbs and malaria, you can't maintain

I fill morgues monthly Monday's to Sunday's

Mystic a nigga named Voodu robe em all a tough

I rock like aftershocks makin musicians step off

Lethal Weapons, my jaws a bomb squad excellent

I spit literature with no mistakes

Birthday cake [blows into microphone]

I blow a nigga out like candles

Black jack, poker, dice you don't wanna gamble

Before get trampled and for style keepin niggas down

Check the [?] [?] broccoli not wit me

You don't want no static mathematics

Voodu multiplied by your mic divided by my lyrics

equals dead niggas

[Ed Lover]

Man, check this out I was riding with my man John Stock in his 300E

when I turned on 92.3, I said damn brothers is free styling like crazy

I gotta get up there before I get too lazy

I'm drinking on the forty ounce of old gold

I had to put my payer down to put it on hold

I came up I parked my car in my spot

I gotta get on the mic before it gets too hot

I heard my man in the kangol hat saying rob

The party's poppin kicking this and that

I heard Coolio I said damn is that Coolio

Rockin freestyle rhymes over the radio

I heard the man Def Jef I said

I gotta rock some funky shit before I run outta breath

See brothers don't know about me

I've been freestylin for years before I ever touched MTV

But now a brother's gonna know my styling

Straight from Compton, straight to Riker's Island

It doesn't even matter if your up in the pen

You could still be my friend I keep money I got mad ends

I like Sway and Tech they get wreck

So up to both of y'all, y'all get enough respect

Hustler from here I never worked the 9 to 5

So big up to my brothers and Thug Life and Tupac

I rock the spot I keep two glock hot's in my sock

I used to sell rocks standing on the corner

This and this and that like I was little Jack Horner c'mon

C'mon if ya wanna get wit me

My name is Ed Lover and I gotta get funky baby

So brother why don't ya jump on the mic

Even funky that you know...