Sinista Plot Lyrics

Mista Sinista ft. Mr. Voodoo - “Sinista Plot”
[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): Mista Sinista]
[Scratches: Mista Sinista]

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]
I'm back with a
Sinista plot. Mr. Voodoo been this hot
Since when is he not? Like Roy Jones Jr
Y'all niggas must have forgot. Like the [?] wheel, spin in its spot
This criminal mind works ‘cause when does it stop. ‘Cause I've
Been on the D.L., y'all think I can't put rappers on the D.L
Flow like a seashore, so niggas see shells
You'll see Heaven or you'll see Hell. My name ain't
Latrell, but when it come to crime, I do a Sprewell/spree well
May be stingy with the chips, but when it come to
The clips, I'm generous—I got shots to share out
Guns like nostrils when they flare out—they don't inhale
Or exhale, but the shells air out. Stop
With the fables. I don't get dropped by labels—I drop labels
Chain-snatcher, when I rock mics, I pop cables
You know this mixture's fatal: me on mics and
Sinista on turntables, mixers, and faders Al Qaeda

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mista Sinista]
“Thinking of a plan” - Sample from Kool G. Rap on Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo's “Ill Street Blues”
“It's a scheme” - Sample from [?] - “[?]”
“Too strong for y'all... You ain't ready” - Sample from Jay Z - “Takeover”
“Shut your lips up” - Sample from Method Man on Method Man & Redman - “Part II”
“You not bad enough to compete, to challenge us” - Sample from Royal Flush - “Worldwide” “Thinking of a plan” - Sample from Kool G. Rap on Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo's “Ill Street Blues”
“It's a scheme” - Sample from [?] - “[?]”
“Too strong for y'all... You ain't ready” - Sample from Jay Z - “Takeover”
“You just a boy, you not bad enough to compete, to challenge us” - Sample from Royal Flush - “Worldwide”

[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]
(Word) f*ck M.I.A. Voodoo been M.I.B
That's Missing In Brooklyn, and there ain't no extradition
If you've been listening and looking, you know the name is famous for tearing
Niggas out the anus, and I'm true to that tradition
I come with the Sinista plan, I'm dirty
Seven on the little hand, six on the minute hand, and y'all
Just fakes, fattening frogs for snakes. I don't need tracks
Lobs, or dates. I come early like a Minute Man
Mold, murder, spit, shape, and create. It's surgical how
Bullets insert in skulls and skirts get pulled
Gun-licking and I'm dead and shit, run lyrics from
The head and spit, speak with conviction like a predicate
Final argument spoken is eloquent as: “me know
Mi tu padre y tú mi niño.” In English or Spanish
Compared to Sinista and Voo, you're miniscule. Forget
DJing—don't quit your day job, and finish school

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mista Sinista]
“Word” - Sample from [?] - “[?]” (x8)

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