Natural Elements - Mayday Lyrics

Verse 1: (A-Butta)



Whoever is on the front line is gettin' struck first

we mercinaries, f*ck 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.



Chorus 2x



Verse 3: (L-Swift)



I swear theres a war in the air in the New York streets

you talk beef?

you had a swollen Melon, now you humble

with loaded weapons, nowhere to run to

we mega high, jet in the sky, droppin' bombs,

prepare to crumble as we rock on,

beware of the jungle with Anaconda's

don't puff too much 'cause the enemy smells the Marijuana

we blastin' every object in Combat with honor

so yo, remember the agenda with the plan of action

no retreat, no surrender, keep the cannons blastin'

we blastin' heat 'till each member turns into has-beens

soldiers bangin', who's click'll get done?

my crew can taste victory at the tip of the tongue

always prepared 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 pullin' for breath, I'm claimin' your death

you shouldn't've stepped, war paint on my chest

fatigue green and black

and the heat reacts

to make you bleed like hemophiliacs

see me strapped, heavily armed, repetitively

releasin' caps 'till the enemy's gone, definitely

my people pack metal for me, let a legend be born

I declare war, (What mothaf*cka!) and it's on.



Chorus - 2x