Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mayday , by - Natural Elements. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mayday , by - Natural Elements. Mayday |
| Whoever is on the front line is gettin' struck first |
| We mercenaries, fuck turf |
| Every verse is varied, I bust first |
| Mayday, Natural Elements controllin' the ship |
| Rollin' a spliff that’ll probably put my soul in a twist |
| But I remain bonin' a bitch |
| Got her buck-naked posin' for flicks |
| Actin' like she was never known for the shit |
| But I look over the shoulder and see the enemy lookin' |
| Physically strong but mentally shooken |
| And for penetentiary bookin’s this shit happens |
| Get orders from my nigga Charlemagne the ship Captain |
| You sound like a bitch yappin' |
| This shit is all Natural to us |
| Like blowin' endo out the window in the back of the bus |
| I move back and I bust |
| Rapid fire |
| You actin' flyer |
| Now your family’s in black attire |
| With mad desire |
| When we caught you in the line of duty |
| You had it in your mind to shoot me |
| But every soldier of my kind sollutes me |
| Now I’m reclinin' with a Lucy |
| All of my niggas |
| Smoke it down to the filter |
| Holdin' a frown with a picture |
| You smell the smoke when I walk past |
| You saw blasts |
| You should’ve known about the drama in my warpath |
| Chorus — Mayday Mayday, raise the white flags, time for the payday |
| Payday, and it’s like that, out shit is World Wide, North, South, East |
| And West, put on your shield, lets see who’s the best. |
| Repeat 1x |
| Verse 2: (Mr. Voo-Doo) |
| You feel the burnin' emission |
| You squirm in submission |
| No terms and conditions |
| Ya’ll confirm my suspicions |
| That ya’ll are bitches that resemble Men |
| Like female Tennis players at Wimbledon |
| Why you tremblin'? |
| Shook like the ricter |
| My voice raise waves |
| And make ya’ll change ways like crooks turnin Muslim |
| Blast shots burnin' your Bosom |
| Like bitch cramps |
| You got lucky your people told you switch camps |
| Or get damp with plenty led |
| I’m like a beast with many heads |
| Sort of like the Predators dreads |
| I got more arms than Dr. Octavious |
| Rock your whole block radius |
| I be the bomb |
| And I bleed nitrogliceren if you slice my palm |
| The Don been gone for how long from the rap biz? |
| Wet more domes than John the baptist |
| When the gat spits |
| It ain’t over 'till the last man’s limbs |
| Are twisted like he was doin Yoga |
| In fact my Pistol’s longer than the Jokers |
| I ignite Mag’s |
| Leave your toe wearin' a white tag |
| So, ya’ll niggas better raise the white flag |
| Verse 3: (A-Butta) |
| I swear there’s a war brewing in the air in New York streets |
| You talk beef? |
| Catch a swollen melon |
| This ghetto rumbles, with loaded weapons, nowhere to run to |
| We mega high, jet in the sky, dropping bombs |
| Prepare to crumble |
| As we rock on, beware the jungle, with Anacondas |
| Don’t puff too much, cause adversaries smell the Marijuana |
| We blasting every object in combat with honor |
| So yo, remember the agenda with the plan of action |
| No retreat, no surrender, keep the cannons blasting |
| We blowing heat 'til each member of your fleet are has-beens |
| Soldiers banging, whose click’ll get done? |
| My crew can taste victory, from the tip of the tongue |
| Who gets laced physically? |
| Take the clip for the gun |
| And put it in, cause when it’s on, how many niggas’ll run? |
| You said we couldn’t win, bullets in ya flesh, cave in your chest |
| You pulling for breath, I’m claiming your death |
| You shouldn’t’ve stepped |
| War paint on my chest, fatigues green and black |
| The heat reacts |
| To make you bleed like hemophiliacs |
| See me strapped, heavily armed, repetitively |
| Releasing caps 'til the enemy’s gone, definitely |
| My people pack metal for me, let a legend be born |
| I declare war, (What mothafucka!) and it’s on |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Neon Lights | 2018 |
| 2 Tons | 2019 |
| First of All | 2019 |
| Supreme Domination | 2019 |
| Second Hand Smoke | 2019 |
| Survive | 2019 |
| By Nature | 2019 |
| Life Ain't Fair | 2019 |
| Paper Chase Pt.2 | 2019 |
| Ahead of Our Time | 2020 |