Off Beat Bop

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Natural Elements - "Off Beat Bop" [Emcee(s): A-Butta, L-Swift, and Mr. Voodoo] [Producer(s): Sebb] [Intro: Mr. Voodoo] That, that laying-on-the-beach shit, know'm saying? With-a-chick-rubbing-your-dick shit, you nah'mean? Jet-ski shit, you nah'mean? Miami Vice on the beach. We got this, they're dead, son. Let's do it [Verse 1: A-Butta] Pardon our disappearance But we've been working hard for a minute So pause or you'll be stars in a split-second Y'all know I spit sicker than a SARS epidemic It's not a façade, it's an award-winning effort Yeah, we're authentic, guaranteed non-generic Phonetic and energetic, we charge into Armageddon We stomp when we're stepping through your hood or area It's good for your earholes, the flow's superior I'm slurring off of bourbon, I'm no longer Hennied up Stronger than I ever was, take on anyone It's gotten apocalyptic, rotten And, in my sauna, I'm honestly optimistic, but I cheat for chunk of chocolate, not focusing On the obnoxious or the state hip hop's in But wait, I'm locked a frame that's not them No, it's us, NE, see? We got that off-beat Bop, loco with the heat like Cowboy Be- -bop. Ch-pow-pow! And we don't stop [Hook: L-Swift] Yeah, when we're off in the spot, we get it popping like "Yeah." We walk on the block, we get to bopping like "Yeah." There's so many hoes that wanna fuck right Here. Niggas is like, "Yeah." Women is like "Yeah." And so many people never seen NE But you gonna see us now [Verse 2: L-Swift] Yo, yo I blaze up in a corridor house, I call Worm I stay with a cigar in my mouth like George Burns 'Til I'm ninety years old, dumb, crippled, and crazy Rewind to years ago, jumped niggas at Skate Key—shit None of my niggas wasn't going to skate. We was A bunch of wild niggas—fuck it, open his face, show him How his chain's not worth seventy stitches Notice how the game got worse, terribly vivid Like an Imax Cinema. My rap literature Baptize ministers. Holler at the finisher Mist or sea, history's in the making A sick disease, six degrees in the station It's cold in there—bigger coats to wear. Swigga Is focused, yeah. Niggas is toast this year. I'm just A Northeast Wildcat with cruel intentions With an off-beat style, rap in two dimensions Northeast Bronx the one I'ma choose. All beats stomp Brothers is wondering what's under my shoes Two hundred and six bones, new numbers in zip codes Ooh, guns, I'm in Vick mode. You're running with ripped clothes I've rapped at clubs with an Element vinyl But I'll smack that judge on American Idol If he ever tell me my clique is less than what it is If he ever mention my shit, the best is what it is, yo [Hook: L-Swift] Yeah, when we're off in the spot, we get it popping like "Yeah." We walk on the block, we get to bopping like "Yeah." There's so many hoes that wanna fuck right Here. Niggas is like, "Yeah." Women is like "Yeah." And so many people never seen NE But you gonna see us now [Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo] Champagne Splashment, squeeze Serena Williams' ass at the presi- -dential campaign bashment. I'm a legend, I get off It's like I'm a reverend. My pimping stand tall Even after them buildings fall like 9/11. My Rhyme'll prove I'm Agu. Spend a lifetime and Only think it's an hour with me 'cause time don't move, the grind'll Move dope or cocaine, poppy or white, I'll put in Public domain like I just lost my copyright. While y'all Catch feelings and get whipped, I'm fucking with hoes With low mileage like cars at the dealership. They all Fiend to be in the star scene, put on album covers And magazines like Ice-T to Darlene—that's why I'm my best company 'til God and His Wrath come for me. My ride and my staff Comfort me—that's why I keep a gun on me. The only Chicks that don't want some of me are in a nunnery, yeah NE the company—end of summary Brooklyn, run with me, yeah [Hook: L-Swift] Yeah, when we're off in the spot, we get it popping like "Yeah." We walk on the block, we get to bopping like "Yeah." There's so many hoes that wanna fuck right Here. Niggas is like, "Yeah." Women is like "Yeah." And so many people never seen NE But you gonna see us now
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Credits
- Writers
- A-Butta
- Swigga
- Mr. Voodoo