E-Klipse - My Voodoo Doll

This is a left over song from the last album.

Beat is by Dark Hill

MP3
http://www.sendspace.com/file/xda7cb

Lyrics
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A bloodlust
Numb to compassion
No need to struggle
When the buckles been fastened
No DNA can be summoned from ashes
Watch bone structure
Crumble from acid
All phones cut
Press buttons no answer
Like a subtle cancer
A voice lurking in the back of your head
My words stab in your flesh
While you burn latched to your bed
You awake from this nightmare
Unsure and catching your breathe
The music sooths you
I hold you pat you to rest
Then I scold you grab you and stretch
A rollercoaster of passion and death
You wonder what the fuck do I want
As you battle the stress
Every verse I rap's like a god damn voodoo doll
What I say happens I guess
Me and you been attached so accept it
'cause I'm never leaving you
So be glad I protect
You need me 'cause without me
You're average at best
Am I bit of an animal yes
Let's keep tempters simmered
Attempt to kill yourself
I won't let you do that
Better get use to hell
Our unilateral nest
If you cast the first stone
In our glass house
I'll use it to shatter your neck
Don't let me do that
I love you so let's battle the rest
I got you walking like a zombie
Born from an MK ultrasound
You'll follow what I want
Without acting possessed
When you're in my possession
So let the sobbing out
So we can get back to the task ahead
Task force dispatched
And they're tracking our steps
You know what to do don't you
Put lives of the present into the past tense
You'll do what I tell you


My voodoo doll
You do what I tell you
I know who you are
You are what I tell you
I won't put the fear of God in you
I'll give you the mark of the devil
I'll scar you forever


You hear the sirens
They pulse like ironic vital signs
Of the cop car driver's life
You can rid this world
Of prima donna trife
Together we'll scale the
Vistas of the modern hype
Tear down the walls
And build with vault design
Lock them away from their own bomb demise
It's justified, it's their own fault they hide
From the reality of what they are
We're misunderstood artists
Painting with red palettes of blood
Aim that knife for the heart
I show em the power of love
Let em revel in their final thoughts
Down in the mud
Oh he's got some last words
I suppose that's valiant enough
To let him die with dignity
No one knows I have control
You hide the silent misery

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