| Yo, first and foremost
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| Natural Elements serve a raw dose
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| You ain’t hear the first time, so I return wit more dope
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| And I just burned some raw smoke, Voo else wit a? |
| a-sand?
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| Like a life-size statue of Elvis in Graceland
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| The fucker of jakes, they rush the gates
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| But all they find in my pocket was two dutchies, a razor blade, and some
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| duct-tape
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| So if you’re lookin for a cut face and broken jaw
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| Make you feel like you was locked upstate, and close the door
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| Pope John Paul, I bless ill figures (reputedly)
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| Dons fall when I caress steel triggers (rufusly)
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| Anonymously, toss shots wit an ominous force night
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| Not know two MC’s, draw guns wit two’s a piece
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| Your whore’s is chossin me, rap wars is losin me, a true MC
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| My influence be showing and fluently
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| True indeed, I flows by properly hop
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| Go-go's coppin your spot
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| Yo whatever we drop, you know it’s gotta be hot
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| Blazin, Raisin Hell like Run-DMC
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| Sprayin shells till my gun be empty
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| I heard you want it kid, don’t wait to tell, come and get me Save your hit for A&R men
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| On drums and SP’s, and ACE R-10's
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| Former friend, you can choose one of the two
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| But think quick before I bruise you in front of your crew
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| Oh that’s your man? |
| Well I’m sunnin him too
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| Nuttin to lose, Thelma and who?
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| Kick in your grill, blood on my shoes
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| Lyrics is ill, my click chill, while we guzzlin brew
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| Flip it Swift (fuck you want me to do?) it’s on you
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| Police is huntin for Voo
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| Respond too, yo it’s a Elements world
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| Elegant words make my legend unfurl
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| Even melons get bust, hold up nigga several of us Niggas is jealous as fuck, yo got my metal to bust
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| Yo tell em what up
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| (Nah kid, I might touch up the flow)
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| You freeze like, you was stuck in the snow, duckin the po'
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| What do you know, feet double-O
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| Bring the apocalypse, the? |
| accostra? |
| chicks
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| Hold your babies as hostages
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| You want hydrogens and oxygens, here’s a large dose
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| Born-again thug like Carlos
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| Y’all know the stimulants, inhalin reefer dark? |
| ?
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| Over the earth set, trick Jahovah for turf
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| I’m the? |
| defairiest?, clap straps and give brothas out of body experience
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| See we be N-E, we ne-gate the red tape
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| In the 2 Ton, no one shall ecsape
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| (So pick a def date, and things get set straight)
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| Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh 4x
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| Most of y’all know what shit is exactly about word
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| Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh 4x
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| Always and forver, Natural Elements no doubt
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| I lost my money on the Knicks
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| I got honeys on the tips
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| I got Rummy on the twist
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| Aiyyo run me on the spin
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| My click is heavy-handed
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| Something ferocious, fuckin toasters
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| One of the dopest so, but don’t approach this
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| You want dope? |
| I’ll over-dose this
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| Propose a toast to candle, the king of smokin roaches
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| Guns and roses, some say my flows comes from Moses
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| Puff a whole spliff and let the smoke circulate
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| Deep throat my flow till you choke, hoe regurgitate
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| Y’all jokers don’t flow, y’all impersonate
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| Me and my click, you wanna plead the Fifth?
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| Open your eyes and read my lips, yo the beef is thick
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| Heat an? |
| instant?, must be the sickle if you can see wit this grip
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| My click flow will make you flee the district
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| You see this biscuit, I love this biscuit
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| Charlemagne shoved the disc in Ain’t a s&le for me to construct the sickness
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| The product, the quick hit
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| Crazy cash, cheese like Stacey Dash
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| DE’s tryin to trace the stash
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| We steady lace the hash
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| Up in spots large as Macy’s bash, triple? |
| stake?
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| But anyway, I treat women like I’m Henry VIII
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| Yo, I could never envy a fake, all I could do is rock on You can reach me at, Natural Elements.com
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| Log on yo, I do this for the illest in prison
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| I’m seein both sides of the game like peripheal vision
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| Shit you think about, I figure in my quickest decision
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| It’s like I always play the game from a different position
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| Wit The Charlemagne, I’m playin both sides of the fence
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| I spoke in my defense, I stay wit low eyes when I’m bent
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| Yo when, I say N-E I mean Northeast too
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| Bronx county, Trump found me and he brought me through
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| Support me too, word up 2 Ton, word up Chorus *replace shit w/ this |