Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Voodoo, artist - X-Clan. Date of issue: 29.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Voodoo |
| Ahhhh… Vanglorious |
| This is protected by the Red. |
| the black and the green |
| With a key, Sissies ! |
| (Scratching) |
| Voodoo they thumpin to my magic |
| Too black too strong I sing songs of mathematics |
| Voodoo, they callin for the magic |
| Give the people what they want and commence to skull snappin |
| Yea |
| Crossroad walker, roots man villa |
| Got my mic beam sliced on that Mega Godzilla (G.O.D.) |
| Sam Snead, Rude Boy, Masta Killa |
| My cup spilleth over so I cleanse dirty (unknown) |
| Rebel milk churner my hydroglycerin cream sets off in two burners |
| Broadcast while at Ted Turner’s |
| Networks observe vocal dramas |
| From pimps to the lamas I serve like Benihana’s |
| Skull snappa-dada J Supreme Aba |
| My Sun the Joshua earth seed Black Madonna |
| Theory big bang evolution God ethics |
| Told jewels as gold one path through mathematics |
| The conscious terrorist warfare kinetics |
| Extreme level phonics (forwarned) granted it’s hectic |
| Deadline for fools think twice before you said it |
| First steps a doosey no hell your drop is endless… |
| (RBX)Ahhhhh |
| To the east blackwards |
| And it won’t stop, can’t and will not stop… Forward |
| (Quazadelic)Oooh, come on round to the livest sound funkin' lessons will begin |
| You got the Grand Verbalizer spittin the tone, X-Clan son it’s on again |
| (Brother J) Now what they hollerin bout? |
| Voodoo, they thumpin to my magic |
| Too black too strong I sing songs of mathematics |
| Voodoo, they callin for the magic |
| Give the people what they want and commence to skull snappin |
| Shaman of street knowledge the art of survival’s my recipe |
| My roots be harmonious therapy (Uh huh) |
| Kiddin they ready be ready for X-Clan |
| We cipher like 720, we cycle the life’s span |
| We evolve and expand the blood race and land |
| And brother’s who connection we live free in the land |
| We spark the God man arm ligga-ligga (ahhhhhh) |
| We doin it true too and we measure beyond bars |
| The seat to the east is empty |
| Distracted by terror and the sacrifice for war is plenty |
| Much death goin down and pending |
| We stop payin dues in the streets like thuggery is the ending |
| (Quazadelic)Oooh, come on round to the livest sound funkin' lessons will begin |
| You got the Grand Verbalizer spittin' the tone, X-Clan son it’s on again |
| (Brother J) Now what they hollerin' bout? |
| Voodoo, they thumpin' to my magic |
| Too black too strong I sing songs of mathematics |
| Voodoo, they callin' for the magic |
| Give the people what they want and commence to skull snappin' |
| Voodoo they shakin to my lines |
| Reflect to my roots and build a whole new design |
| And when they say hip hop they don’t expect civilized |
| To manifest with content and specialized rides |
| And you know how we do when we servin that black |
| Indigenous funk way before that Sugar Hill rap, head crack |
| Son let these mortals adapt to the irresistible rhythm of my voodoo style raps |
| Builders, ballers, new jacks, vets |
| The funk of the acquired is controlling the set |
| The crossroads cipher will replenish the X |
| And if ya frontin on the Clan son protect ya neck, come on |
| (Quazadelic)Oooh, come on round to the livest sound funkin' lessons will begin |
| You got the Grand Verbalizer spittin' the tone, X-Clan son it’s on again |
| (Brother J) Now what they hollerin bout? |
| Voodoo, they thumpin' to my magic |
| Too black too strong I sing songs of mathematics |
| Voodoo, they callin' for the magic |
| Give the people what they want and commence to skull snappin' |
| (RBX)From Professor X to the Narrator X |
| You cannot cross ot the X, the X-Clan |
| And my name is Kunta Kinte, not Tobey |
| Sissieeeeeeeee! |