Mayday - Natural Elements

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