Hopefully this time you’ll be able to hear my voice The last two it wasn’t my choice. Shit I felt like I was yelling at my phone but it turns out my damn microphone was barely on. so at least you seem to fuck with that song but I hope that you fuck with my lyrics too, I’d appreciate it. If not sorry to leave you frustrated! In my opioid It sounded like I was the Ying Yang Twins whispering wait’ll you hear my song…but did you hear my lyrics, hope that y’all could feel it - at least a little, meet me somewhere in the middle. Look at us diplomats, I don’t always spit knowledge but I always try spit the facts. ANYWAYS - that was a huge tangent, not exactly how I planned it but I guess we finally stuck the landin, now whose ready for my next additon? this beat is actually called voodoo, listen. You might’ve heard of her from the deep south, probably best to keep her name out your mouth. She was the queen of voodoo Marie Laveau. If she was on your side, she was a pleasure to know if she was not it was more than likely time for you to go. Alright finally fit in a history lesson about a woman who left a huge impression on Orleans Parish. She was smart she was clever and kept you guessing. With that woman you wouldn’t have found me messin. Rest in peace, Marie! And remember I spoke kindly of you next time I’m in St Louis Cemetery number 1. It was all for fun. And I can always run. Okay also bring a gun. Think about it that can’t hurt a ghost. Piss Ms. Laveau off at the very most. Now Everybody raise a glass and give a toast to the voodoo goddess of the dirty coast!