Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song By Nature , by - Natural Elements. Release date: 29.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song By Nature , by - Natural Elements. By Nature |
| Yo, I set shit off |
| Like a Genesis scripture, chilling when high but a menace with liquor |
| And Natural Elements is more than just my tentative niggas |
| Sensitive-trigger handguns, and when I rhyme on the block |
| Kids come out like when the ice cream man come |
| Yo, then I hold ‘em for ransom at random |
| Lick a shot at you and watch your man run. |
| (For real) I can’t front |
| We deal with various plans, niggas don’t understand, son |
| Shit, I’m on some higher learning, spit out a dumdum |
| I’m ug'-nice, the mic is burning, and my coercion |
| Make you see the light—let's reunite like the Iron Curtain |
| Leave you |
| Lying, hurting. |
| To the world, the Elements came to tear |
| Skeletons out their frame like The Predator. |
| In this game |
| Ain’t no competitors, y’all debtors be creditors, no one |
| Can edit us ‘cause we speak with forked tongue like European |
| Settlers (No doubt) and let the metal bust (Pow, pow). |
| Ayyo |
| You settle for a pebble, not a stone like a rebel does |
| We got |
| Mystique (by nature), y’all niggas freaks (by nature), we be |
| Unique (by nature), y’all niggas weak (by nature), we be |
| Creators (by nature), y’all niggas haters (by nature), we inno- |
| -vators (by nature), y’all imitators (by nature) |
| My mind is full of corruption |
| But I don’t hustle. |
| From ashes to dust, I |
| Bust mine for the gusto, get splashed quick and rush. |
| Yo, who’s Natural? |
| Yo, that’s us, and when blast, you should duck or your |
| Ass’ll get struck—it's simple, just same as the temple bust |
| Your mental just ain’t equipped to drop the gems like us, turning |
| Men to dust like Sodom. |
| Ayyo, my roster |
| Striking from top to bottom, y’all niggas don’t want no problems |
| A-Butta: Y’all niggas don’t want no problems, none |
| L-Swift: Yo, man, we’ve been doing this for years, man. |
| Yo, it’s time to shine, |
| man. |
| Yo, yo, Voo, what up, man? |
| Let ‘em know |
| Mr. Voodoo: Yeah, word up. |
| Word up |
| A-Butta: Yo, come on, man. |
| Yo, yo, Agu, let ‘em know |
| Yo, yo, yo, you wanna |
| Duel Voo? |
| Let me school you. |
| Don’t let niggas fool you |
| First of all, you’re soft. |
| Liquor and chocha, who you? |
| I’ma |
| Pull you and your partner’s goddess (*Kiss*), swear to my father |
| Niggas that went down in this game, I’ll revere like martyrs |
| Back when I used to wear a starter, in the days |
| Of the park, when rap was an art, then I elicit |
| Explicit images about thugs, clapped and sparked men |
| Until they hemorrhaged—I was raised on that premise. |
| Now I |
| Grimace ‘cause shit’s too strenuous to smile where the |
| Tenements pile, the snakes secrete a venom, it’s vile |
| I’m a menace, I’m foul, gun-crazed, shine like sunrays |
| Facing three-to-nine unfazed, my gun blaze under |
| The moonlit, wilding like I’m on the central punitive |
| Segregation unit. |
| Crime’s a thing my mind’s in tune with, so while you |
| In the clubs, fronting for chicks |
| I’ll be outside, waiting for you, hunting for victs. |
| Really |
| It’s of no significance what the nine milli hits |
| As long as I get you and your affiliates |
| Word up, I let |
| My MAC metal spit through your block. |
| All a nigga |
| Really need is cash, rookies, and props. |
| Criminal D’s got us |
| Prone to blast quickly on cops. |
| Give me the weed |
| Microphone, and a few taquizas, and I’ll be in the zone |
| With trees around my dome like Julius Caesar. |
| See |
| I rap to keep food in my freezer, pour half of the two- |
| -liter out, other half Courvoisier though. |
| Started |
| From Ground Zero, then we came up—pardon my nature |
| Youth and danger, euthanasia, ganja and paper |
| But who could blame us? |
| Argue with gangsters, my crew |
| Troop through, parachute suits, absolute proof |
| With fruit juice, the newest flavors (And it’s getting worse) |
| Yo, yo |
| God as my savior, Heaven my turf, cherish my verse |
| Like a scripture straight up out of Methodist church. |
| The meek |
| Shall inherit the Earth—that's prophecy speaking |
| Poverty even. |
| Properly freaking it by nature |
| Not only is we hot for the season, it’s an infinite journey |
| When slugs hit, blood drip on your gurney |
| Piss on your jersey. |
| Straight to the point, you’re getting shitted on early |
| Straight to the joint, I’m gripping my thirty |
| Slash thirty, past dirty. |
| My eyes' light scan through your nation |
| Still, I rise like a standing ovation |
| Manning your station, nothing to fear, muffle your ears |
| Suck in your tears. |
| The street corner coming to fear |
| And by |
| Nature, y’all niggas is weak (Word up), and by |
| Nature, y’all ain’t got mystique like us, and by |
| Nature, y’all niggas is freaks (Word up), and by |
| Nature, yo, you ain’t unique like us (Word up), and by |
| Nature, y’all niggas is haters (Yo, yo), and by |
| Nature, y’all don’t be creators like us, and by |
| Nature, y’all niggas imitators (Word), and by |
| Nature, y’all ain’t innovators like us (Word up), and by |
| Nature, y’all niggas is cowards (Uh huh), and by |
| Nature, y’all ain’t got the power like us, and by |
| Nature, y’all just picking flowers (Uh huh), and by |
| Nature, y’all niggas can’t devour us |
| Mr. Voodoo |
| Innovates hip hop. |
| Your style is old |
| So renovate it or get dropped. |
| Your flows drip-drop |
| Like leaky faucets, I’m a reservoir. |
| You know the repertoire |
| Yearly, monthly, weekly, I toss it |
| Never lost it ‘cause it’s internal. |
| My journal |
| Entries cause internal injuries. |
| The undilutable |
| Hemlock’s the suitable remedy. |
| I’m shoving iron |
| Nails under the cuticles of my enemy |
| Remember we? |
| (NE) Let me elucidate the name |
| Feel excruciating pain when we lubricate your frame as if |
| You’re waiting in the rain. |
| Cold fluid in my vein maintain |
| Y’all motherfuckers can’t stand the reign |
| It’s like |
| Raindrops fall on your dome, word. |
| It’s like |
| Raindrops all in your ear, yeah. |
| It’s like |
| Raindrops fall on your dome, word. |
| It’s like |
| Raindrops all in your ear, yeah. |
| It’s like |
| Raindrops fall on your dome, word. |
| It’s like |
| Raindrops fall on your dome, word. |
| It’s like |
| Raindrops all in your ears, yeah. |
| It’s like |
| Raindrops fall on your dome. |
| It’s like |
| Raindrops. |
| It’s like |
| Raindrops. |
| It’s like |
| Raindrops |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Neon Lights | 2018 |
| Mayday | 2001 |
| 2 Tons | 2019 |
| First of All | 2019 |
| Supreme Domination | 2019 |
| Second Hand Smoke | 2019 |
| Survive | 2019 |
| Life Ain't Fair | 2019 |
| Paper Chase Pt.2 | 2019 |
| Ahead of Our Time | 2020 |