Текст песни Natural Elements - Song Mayday
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Verse 1: (A-Butta) Whoever is on the front line is gettin` struck firstwe mercinaries, fuck turfevery verse is varied, I bust firstMayday, Natural Elements controllin` the shiprollin` a spliff that`ll probably put my soul in a twistbut I remain bonin` a bitchgot her buck-naked posin` for flicksactin` like she was never known for the shitbut I look over the shoulder and see the enemy lookin`physically strong but mentally shookenand for penetentiary bookin`s this shit happensget orders from my nigga Charlemagne the ship Captainyou sound like a bitch yappin` this shit is all Natural to uslike blowin` endo out the window in the back of the busI move back and I bustrapid fireyou actin` flyernow your family`s in black attirewith mad desirewhen we caught you in the line of dutyyou had it in your mind to shoot mebut every soldier of my kind sollutes menow I`m reclinin` with a Lucyall of my niggassmoke it down to the filterholdin` a frown with a pictureyou smell the smoke when I walk pastyou saw blastsyou 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 1xVerse 2: (Mr. Voo-Doo)You feel the burnin` emissionyou squirm in submissionno terms and conditionsya`ll confirm my suspicionsthat ya`ll are bitches that resemble Menlike female Tennis players at Wimbledonwhy you tremblin`?shook like the rictermy voice raise waves and make ya`ll change ways like crooks turnin Muslimblast shots burnin` your Bosomlike bitch crampsyou got lucky your people told you switch camps or get damp with plenty ledI`m like a beast with many headssort of like the Predators dreadsI got more arms than Dr. Octaviousrock your whole block radiusI be the bomband I bleed nitrogliceren if you slice my palmThe Don been gone for how long from the rap biz?wet more domes than John the baptistwhen the gat spitsit ain`t over `till the last man`s limbs are twisted like he was doin Yogain fact my Pistol`s longer than the JokersI ignite Mag`sleave your toe wearin` a white tagso, ya`ll niggas better raise the white flag.Chorus 2xVerse 3: (L-Swift)I swear theres a war in the air in the New York streetsyou talk beef?you had a swollen Melon, now you humblewith loaded weapons, nowhere to run towe mega high, jet in the sky, droppin` bombs, prepare to crumble as we rock on, beware of the jungle with Anaconda`sdon`t puff too much `cause the enemy smells the Marijuanawe blastin` every object in Combat with honorso yo, remember the agenda with the plan of actionno retreat, no surrender, keep the cannons blastin`we blastin` heat `till each member turns into has-beenssoldiers bangin`, who`s click`ll get done?my crew can taste victory at the tip of the tonguealways prepared physically, take the clip for the gunand 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 chestyou pullin` for breath, I`m claimin` your deathyou shouldn`t`ve stepped, war paint on my chestfatigue green and blackand the heat reactsto make you bleed like hemophiliacssee me strapped, heavily armed, repetitivelyreleasin` caps `till the enemy`s gone, definitelymy people pack metal for me, let a legend be bornI declare war, (What mothafucka!) and it`s on.Chorus - 2x