Lyrics Paper Chase Pt.2 - Natural Elements

Paper Chase Pt.2

Mr. Voodoo: Yo, yo, what up?
It’s NE, you know’mean?
A-Butta: That’s right
L-Swift: Yeah
Mr. Voodoo: We’re trying to make this paper chase us, you know’m saying?
L-Swift: Make it chase us, man.
I’m tired of this man.
Word
Mr. Voodoo: Word up, instead of chasing the paper.
Word up
A-Butta: We’re tired of chasing, we’re tired of chasing paper, man
Mr. Voodoo: So let’s make this paper, let’s do this like this, aight?
L-Swift: Yeah, it’s a new beginning
Mr. Voodoo: Word up
L-Swift: Yeah, we’re gonna let ‘em live on this one
A-Butta: That’s right
L-Swift: Yeah
A-Butta: Yo, Voo, let ‘em know
In this world
Of wars, famines, and floods, whores, gambling, drugs
Cross-examine the slugs caused from the cannons of thugs
Forced the planets to budge.
Ain’t no more family love
Cream’s thicker than family blood, making families bugged.
Dollar’s
Deity.
For the papers with pyramids, eagles with arrows
And branches and leaves, my thought dances with thieves
Sick capitalistic dreams, my mind’s a machine that’s capital-
-driven for the cream, I clap it on living.
I need
The mints on paper print so my life is set (What you mean?), the mints on
Paper print for vipers and jets, tigers for pets.
Watch style
And set loot for wifey to keep her wig perm.
Play with
My loot, I’ll react like Big Worm, funny emotions
Agu be ‘bout money and motions, steal and rob
Motions if there ain’t no job openings.
Yeah, I’m
In it for the love of rocking raps, but ‘til we’re living
As kings, it’s Glocks and faces covered with stocking caps
Dollar
Is deity—look around the world, you’ll see.
If it’s
A crime to make money and moves and live free
Agu.
(Yo).
What do you plea?
(Guilty ‘cause ain’t)
(Nothing really changed for me), and it still goes:
—why?—
I still be
Fiending for the key to success.
If I don’t get it, forget it
Give me the keys to a Lex.
Dealing with stress
Through my lifetime.
Yep, I need dough and respect, so when I
Write rhymes, I collect both with a check.
The Devil
Smirks deviously, scheming like he posing a threat
But life’s a game, and I’m controlling the deck.
The older
We get, the wiser—supposedly so.
I’m inspired
By the messiah and the road that he chose ‘cause, oh
There’s so many foes in my way between me and my goals
For self-improvement, bugged in movements, proofed-up
When I do my music, I can’t help but lose it
And sing along to this money and move shit
Dollar
Is deity—look around the world, you’ll see.
If it’s
A crime to make money and moves and live free
A-Butta.
(What?) What do you plea?
(Guilty ‘cause ain’t)
(Nothing really changed for me, and it still goes:)
—(why?) —
Yo, when I’m broke
Feel like the world is falling down on me—that's why
I often keep a frown on me, and, strongly
You could say I’m antisocial, speak from the heart
I’m trying to be anti-local, reach for the stars
Flow for the youth—I know it’s the truth.
When I was younger
Used to bag project mamis and stroke on the roof until
Her pops yell from the window, honey would fall.
I sex
Her down when there’s money involved, mess around.
Shit
I know it’s funny for y’all.
It’s monetary gain for us
Predominantly, getting paid is a must, plus
I heard you got work on the streets.
Opening shop
You could get murked on the streets or float to the top
It’s simple as that.
Position yourself, triple your stack
I ain’t saying this shit for my health, and, thinking back
It is rap bringing the gats and slinging the crack?
But you might not wanna listen to that.
Word up
Dollar
Is deity—look around the world, you’ll see.
If it’s
A crime to make money and moves and live free
L-Swift.
(Huh?) What do you plea?
(Guilty ‘cause ain’t)
(Nothing really changed for me), and it still goes:
(Money and moves, moves and money)
(Gotta make money ‘cause being broke ain’t funny)
(On a paper chase)—why?—(‘cause ain’t nothing for free)
(Everybody got a price, everybody got a fee. It goes:)
(Money and moves, moves and money)
(Gotta make money ‘cause being broke ain’t funny)
(On a paper chase)—why?—(‘cause ain’t nothing for free)
(Everybody got a price, everybody got a fee like)
(Money and…)
My niggas Nightbreed, (they make money and moves)
And my man Charlemagne, (he make money and moves)
And them niggas Raidermen, (they make money and moves)
And my man Mayhem, (he make money and moves)
And that nigga Cipha Sounds, (he make money and moves)
And my Trev Better, (he make money and moves)
And my nigga Big Tim, (he make money and moves)
And my nigga Eclipse, (he make money and moves)
DJ Enuff, yo, (he make money and moves)
And my nigga Kendu, (he make money and moves)
And my man K.A.
know (he make money and moves)
How we do this?
125, (we make money and moves)
Brooklyn up in here, (they make money and moves)
Northeast Bronx, baby, (we make money and moves)
Around the world for the year, (we make money and moves)
(Hah, that’s right, y’all, we make money and moves)
And it’s on.
Word up.
(We make money and moves)
Fly with me, haha.
Legends rise, y’all.
(We make money and moves)
Yeah, (we make money and moves)
We’re out of here, baby.
Word