Triple Team

Lyrics

Natural Elements (ft. L-Swift, K.A., and Mr. Voodoo) - "Triple Team" [Emcee(s): L-Swift, K.A., and Mr. Voodoo] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Additional Vocals: Charlemagne] [Intro: Charlemagne] Aw yeah. Another butter joint. Straight from the abyss of the Fortress come the Natural Elements: K.A., Mr. Voo, L-Swift. They have landed [Verse 1: L-Swift, K.A., and Mr. Voodoo] My introduction To me is simple, though many emcees find it difficult L-Swift is a frequent two-train passenger, I blow up Like the Challenger, K.A. a damager without exception I make bum rush like in a restroom, solidifying Protection in my section, Voo injects this in your intravenous Rappers I serve without mercy or lenience Throw penis to a black Venus at my convenience. You're story- -telling like a griot, you'll get deaded by this trio. My lyrics Be changing like the egos on overnight successes, my intellect Is selective. Vocally, I project, so check this, and next is The Verbal Shogun, no one escapes my barrage. Putting us Under pressure? You couldn't see it in a mirage. We're at large So get back if you got half a brain because, as You're slain, I'm trying to conquer the game in the time I reign. You'll feel Pain as I ingrain. It's Double-O in your vein When I bubble the prose, I make rubble of foes and those Who misconstrue my mission to rearrange your face development Like plastic surgery, fucking with L is third-degree Permanent scorching, torching of your vital areas Natural Elements crew be causing mass hysteria. Prepare for the Brooklynite born with a pocket knife, looking for a fight, banging Devils' chins with spite 'cause they ain't got no wins tonight. Ain't nothing Sweet (Aight?), so abort that mission like a fetus, heed this Like the Surgeon General's warning, you don't need this [Hook: Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, and K.A.] 'Cause it's A triple team. Yo, what you mean? What I mean? Natural Elements is out for the mics, girls, and green. Yo, it's A triple team. Ayyo, what you mean? What I mean? We're for The rap fiends, strapped teens, and black queens in tight jeans [Verse 2: L-Swift, K.A., and Mr. Voodoo] Even though there's three heads We morph flows together like Play-Doh (Why?) 'cause I say so We're swinging for melons, niggas, so lay low. You play? No! Not even on occasion. Enemies I'm bucking, friends I'm grazing, intimidation my only means of persuasion. We original Asians, putting nations of niggas under Stress like negative press, plus I can finesse A cluck-cluck out of her dress, and lift the rest with the Smith And Wess', then proceed to do more dirt covert. My flows work With accuracy like factory machinery. You're wack To me, nothing you mean to me. I'm reigning with supremer team. The team Of me, L, and Voo, we're running through your roughest crew, we're like Brand Nubes, we're leaving niggas black-and-blue if we have to, so if You boo, that's when I'm setting it, and you'll be regretting it 'Cause when I got a banger, you know I'm letting it, and I ain't even Sweating shit, I come off hard—don't question it I'm back, niggas, with raps that turn hard niggas affectionate. When I flex in it I gets busy like intersections get. One, two, "Mic Checking" it Like Das EFX. My crew's tighter than quadriceps on track runners I clap numbers of crews, inside my jacket's where my gat's under I be the verbal rap stunner. A black gunner and the wack Wonder why I stay on attack like bitches on the jack, and for the Amount of niggas I jabbed, yo, I should get a plaque. You lack True rapping skills. This tri pack the ill plus we be stacking bills Plugging caps and no frill, yo, 'cause we that ill [Hook: Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, and K.A.] It's A triple team. Yo, what you mean? What I mean? Natural Elements is out for the mics, girls, and green. It's A triple team. Yo, what you mean? What I mean? We're for The rap fiends, strapped teens, and black queens in tight jeans [Outro: L-Swift, Mr. Voodoo, and K.A.] L-Swift: What? Yeah, yeah. Yo, word up. Yo, Charlemagne in the house. Yeah, yeah. Oddbrawl is in the house, yo. Aight, my man R-Smooth. Uh, wanna say… Mr. Voodoo: Slide, kid, for the nickel-nine, know'm saying? Natural El' is in the house. Without a doubt. Turn it out. In the house, no doubt. Char turning it out. Natural Elements in the house K.A.: My man Hallucinations. Man your station. Dead it!