Unreleased Tommy Boy LP Untitled Track 15: Ain’t Nothing Changed (?)

Lyrics

Natural Elements - "Unreleased Tommy Boy LP Untitled Track 15: Ain't Nothing Changed (?)" [Emcee(s): A-Butta, Mr. Voodoo, and L-Swift] [Producer(s): [?]] [Intro: Mr. Voodoo] Ain't nothing changed [Hook: Mr. Voodoo, (L-Swift), and {A-Butta}] Ain't nothing changed (Relax with that), {look and see the shines} Ladies, (we max with that), {take 'em three at a time}.  We be (The trinity), {NE, we divine}.  In this game (We never lose) {'cause we're three of a kind} [Verse 1: A-Butta] Ayyo, ain't nothing changed But trinity flows to rupture your brain. Combine Three minds, we're one and the same, thrilling these hoes It's all said and done in the end. Fucking her friend But she still say she coming again. Ice-cold, life Goes on, thinking, "Where did I go wrong?" The cognac Got me acting like a hypochondriac This weed sack? Then let's light this traum and live Happily ever after. Bitches after me Triple-X and sex—you could ask us. See through Hoes like I'm LensCrafter, connect internet-style Through webmasters. Next chapters, we flip Pages, click gauges, and rip stages Pray for my foes like saving nations. Lay with them hoes 'Cause every day is Vegas, lights flashing With my passion for rapping, only a matter of time Before I start acting, but, still… [Hook: Mr. Voodoo, (L-Swift), and {A-Butta}] (x2) Ain't nothing changed (Relax with that), {look and see the shines} Ladies, (we max with that), {take 'em three at a time}. We be (The trinity), {NE, we divine}. In this game (We never lose) {'cause we're three of a kind} [Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo] I let The nine pop despicably in rivalries My lines drop unpredictably like the ivory You lying cops can't convict me—got privacy. What's on your Mind, hops? Think you be more live than me? I make your Spine hot, your fate fiery, in a Pine box, court case my diary, reads "Robbery, extortion, robbery," the list goes on Nothing change, this shit goes on. It's just the Crime spree, do crime with ease, my grimies and me's Conjoined like we're Siamese. When I die, bury me And body bag's my coat. Smoke a bag 'til it's a roach I'm Captain Toast. Get clapped, you're toast Now what emcee gets ass the most? Blast gats the most? Gets cash the most? Use caps to ghost? Your ass get roast Sixteen blow you to smithereens Give me the cream, and fuck the in-between [Hook: Mr. Voodoo, (L-Swift), and {A-Butta}] (x2) Ain't nothing changed (Relax with that), {look and see the shines} Ladies, (we max with that), {take 'em three at a time}. We be (The trinity), {NE, we divine}. In this game (We never lose) {'cause we're three of a kind} [Verse 3: L-Swift] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, any Cats from NE show you game you could run on a hooker Three of us looked, but none of us took her Told the bitch, "Sit on the speaker and cum on the woofer" When we're on the air, blaze up and lounge in a chair We could even have a ganja affair with no fucking Just smoking. Occasional touching could bust open And proceed to something else. It's weed and nothing else I breathe a couple breaths. Indeed, I cut your flesh With double-edged blades. You breadknife status Plus you scared like you saw blue-and-red light flashing Slash a nigga telephone-style and step right past him Like I never seen it. You talk shit but never mean it Obsolete like leathers in Phoenix or a sweater in Egypt Ill from the start, so check for the thesis You in character—most niggas'll never believe it You should be yourself, open your eyes, see for yourself, nigga Free yourself, drink 'til you pee on yourself. You only Pray when you pleading for help—see if it help. While I Flip a scroll, some niggas scared, some niggas bold. Yeah, I'm Young, but my spirit is old. Yeah [Hook: Mr. Voodoo, (L-Swift), and {A-Butta}] (x2) Ain't nothing changed (Relax with that), {look and see the shines} Ladies, (we max with that), {take 'em three at a time}. We be (The trinity), {NE, we divine}. In this game (We never lose) {'cause we're three of a kind} [Outro: Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, and A-Butta] Mr. Voodoo: Ain't nothing changed L-Swift: Relax with that, I'll smack your back. Fuck all that, you know? A-Butta: Look and see the shines. Take 'em three at a time Mr. Voodoo: Word up, word up, ain't nothing changed. We're on time, we're on this track, three of a kind. Three of a kind L-Swift: Yeah, Natural Elements Mr. Voodoo: Three of a kind to make a royal flush, you know'm saying? A-Butta: And a pair of nuts Mr. Voodoo: We're always winning this A-Butta: Word up L-Swift: Uh, yeah. Let it flow. Yeah, yeah. Ha! Yeah, word Mr. Voodoo: No doubt, [?] in the house. Yo, yo, yo A-Butta: We shine, we're three of a kind. The trinity, nigga Mr. Voodoo: Fat shit. Fat shit L-Swift: You got to feel it, yo