King Tech - Voodu & Ed Lover Freestyle lyrics

(Voodu) I microwave a microphone in microseconds Murderin metaphors and motherf**ers 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 n***a 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 n***a out like candles Black jack, poker, dice you don't wanna gamble Before get trampled and for style keepin n***as 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 n***as (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 sh** 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 2Pac 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...