(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...
