Shine

Album cover art for "Shine" by Mr. Voodoo & A-Butta & Swigga & Ayana Soyini

Mr. Voodoo & A-Butta & Swigga & Ayana Soyini - Rap, Hardcore Rap

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[Intro: Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift & A-Butta] Mr. Voodoo: Yeah L-Swift: Yeah, yeah, what up, kid? A-Butta: Word is bond. Word is bond Mr. Voodoo: Word is bond. Yeah, yeah, it's Mr. Voo. Mr. Voo. You're listening to the sounds of Natural Elements, you nah'mean? We're gonna do it like this. Check it out [Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo] The E-E double oh so easily Well, I E-M-C-E-E. N-Y-C Be the locality. Trying to inflate this low Salary, my sets is fat and yours is low-calorie You're too full of carbohydrates to flow my rate I'll shake and vibrate the lightweight and make both migrate Plant seed and let it germinate, vermin I terminate. Verbally I offend more niggas that the Mark Fuhrman tapes. I'll burn This great when I get busy. The crowd ask, "What is he? Human or robot?" My flow's hot. Those that know not must be Dizzy, so how many fingers do you see? You're going up one (One) Or two (Two) or three (Three) 'cause I knocked your ass silly. Of course I'm living Big, but who the hell is Willie? Trying to peel me And I'll put you on the floor quicker than Tyson did McNeely [Verse 2: A-Butta] Ayyo Once you hear the Capital A, these raps'll stay With you for a while, son—they won't go away. Composed of Dramatical plays, Element Natural ways Control your thoughts like sipping Crazy Horse, 4-0 quarts Stay dipped in Polo Sport menswear. A-Butta be the one You and your friends fear. Natural E, we're dropping gems here Shining for ten years, and keep writing until my pen smears Ink upon the paper, rhyme in divine flavor. Mental Higher than a skyscraper. My mic's major Deacon. My thoughts connecting like when my pager's beeping. While You stay sleeping, A is creeping. I'm making mics eva- -porate, lyrics ejaculate when my verbs are mastered While you procrastinate, I graduate past your rate. You see My flow'll fascinate. Natural E, we collaborate Check it, this rap is great. Riz scratch it up like sissy fights Butta forever shine like New York City lights. What? [Chorus: Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, A-Butta & Essence (AKA Ayana Soyini)] (x2) Mr. Voodoo: We'll keep rising to the top L-Swift: No one can stop we A-Butta: Natural Elements Essence (AKA Ayana Soyini): Will forever S-H-I-N-E [Verse 3: L-Swift] Yo, physically I bring the pain here. Your shorty's wet like rain gear. I'll hit you Buck fifty like New York City train fare. Yo Every day, I rock the same gear 'cause money low. I bag a Honey, though. This one go out to all my sunny bros, in N-Y-C Northeast Bronx, my territory You confess to a priest. Writing lyrics is better for me Never sweat a shorty. Now I'm broke, got no straw to pull, but in The future, when I got money, I'll be adorable. But shorty Played herself like brothers on the train using a portable telly 'Cause both of y'all look the same like Aaron Hall and R. Kelly I'll bust a shot like Marbury. Battle? You must be sniffing Something like Darryl Strawberry. Check what I get nice with My right hand is what I grip a mic with In the future, I'll circle numbers on this Lex priceless. But, yo Me getting burnt or hurt won't be tolerated. I got Rhymes up the UHHHHHH... forget it. I'm constipated [Verse 4: Essence (AKA Ayana Soyini)] See, these lines be like Graffiti burners. Essence tags your mental hall as I Combust like aerosol meets flame into your face with no shame Rappers be talking like they're rich when they be riding the train And when they flow, you know it all sound the same, repe- -titive like escalators, plus sweeter than Now and Laters Your clout about as much weight as a sheet of paper. You have No flavor. Pulling my saber, removing you from the Agenda. Wannabe pretenders Fall like September through November. Get open-end to then, verbally dismembered Remember Essence flows. I'm treating you like Mendel To go low, to get dough. See, the mic? You need to Let go, you're hollow, you can't rip it with expertise Please, this emcee, put simply, is a G-O-double- -D-E-double-S. You cannot contest [Chorus: Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, A-Butta & Essence (AKA Ayana Soyini)] (x2) Mr. Voodoo: We'll keep rising to the top L-Swift: No one can stop we A-Butta: Natural Elements Essence (AKA Ayana Soyini): Will forever S-H-I-N-E

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Credits

Writers
  • Mr. Voodoo
  • A-Butta
  • Swigga
  • Ayana Soyini