Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Natural Disaster, artist - Cappadonna. Date of issue: 16.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Natural Disaster |
| Imma twist another nigga’s sandwich and get managed |
| Puff after puff, my star goin' demand this |
| Reports, numbers, autographs and cameras, uh |
| I’m on the scanners, murdering the crowds with good manners |
| It’s a lot of rap bandits, not ready to be candidates |
| But let’s handle this, show them how to dismantle this bitch |
| When I spit, gotta submit, c’mon |
| Prophet, always on top of this shit |
| Hunger it, 7 days and 7 nights, you need to settle it |
| When I was the coach of that dump, I used to meddle, yeah |
| Pitbulls is everywhere, yo, my kettle is thick |
| keeping the booker for real tea |
| You can’t race me, gotta embrace me |
| I’m hood, everytime I hear the beat |
| Up in everybody hood, everybody know ol' g |
| I hold the microphone, plus I got the rosary |
| So when we murder my enemies, nigga, I’m supposed to flee |
| Back in this fly, where nobody can see |
| Feds got to reason with the kid till the pyramids |
| Bout to return will come back like jesus did |
| Street conquerors, young life, young sponsorers |
| Bout to run up in the spot touch down and get bonkerers |
| You’re irrelevant, getting sick informally until I’m normally |
| Act off and coast and pose, you see my karma be |
| Vibrant, uh huh, it makes me live |
| When I walk up bank and take all of your bread |
| Doin nuttin level and now we got a night cover |
| Party like the same eyed doe is |
| Just a second to go, yo, man you dealing with |
| Businessmen, enterprise, niggas that flow |
| We got king cash sense, we add cents |
| For many we the federal laws my cash spent |
| Ma sober manner, stealin' in ma farm grammar |
| Clone shit to grow fertilize it with a banner |
| Watch me up worth double, I put my nut work |
| Rap into a huddle, man, you little tryin big niggas is big trouble |
| I been anointed with the holy oil |
| Flow the ink, lets me think clearly |
| Wondering minds, fastforward not rewind |
| Plan to do the flashbacks futuristic preparations |
| Now I know how to react, facing facts, not fantasy |
| Virtual reality, meditate, moment of clarity |
| Proposing hits, increasing my salary |
| Overcoming technicalities |
| Daddy’s little girl, mama’s pearl, so i’m prepared |
| For the ugly beasts in this world |
| But now I got my arsenal ready |
| Keeping my strong arm steady |
| Goal getting, trendsetting |
| Captivating, so amazing trailblazing |
| Persevere through the chaos |
| Now I’m leaving the booth blazing |
| I’m back from the dead like Fred Kruger |
| Original head shooter get head on the bed with the let in Aruba |
| I took drugs that Michael had and slept for days |
| Came back and told Cap, I was rappin' with dad |
| But now I’m like fuck it, I keep my cool |
| And if you test, Imma eat your food |
| Ya’ll niggas don’t know my streets, fuck boy |
| I’m Staten’s most pop', you don’t know my peeps |
| Kept it quiet for a minute stayed away from the beat |
| But I tell you one thing, I had to pay for my heat |
| So I lounge in the cut with shells, it ain’t hard to tell |
| I got that ill shit, sour smells |
| Car kill hooligan who used to wild out |
| Ow I wanna shoot again, either or you or him |
| A ferry boat (boat), I buss one online |
| I’m on 17s, you on them old times |
| Yeah, uh huh |
| As he talks he paints a picture with words and gestures |