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natural elements - more than vocals (mtv) lyrics

natural elements – “more than vocals (mtv)”
[emcee(s): anthony cruz (aka a-b-tta), swigga (aka l-swift), and agu obiakor (aka mr. voodoo)]
[producer(s): looie ii]

[intro: agu obiakor (aka mr. voodoo), swigga (aka l-swift), and anthony cruz (aka a-b-tta)]
mr, voodoo (aka mr. voodoo): my ak spray y’all c-ckroaches like combat
swigga (aka l-swift): i got the notion, the potion is cognac
anthony cruz (aka a-b-tta): what’s all the commotion? calm that down
all: n.e. pound through your surround sound

[verse 1: anthony cruz (aka a-b-tta)]
roll up the icky now, get loco with me
i’m p-ssy off of the maker’s mark, a gon’ make his mark within
state-of-the-art equipment, straight from the heart
i live, breathe, eat, and sh-t this out of my system
vision me riding, clips inside of my iron
slimmies on the side of me smiling, they trick for them diamonds
i take trips to the island and relax with my brethren
then it’s back to the session for some lyric refinement
but this is more than vocals. my moral code is sworn
to the oath of the dojo system of honor, with strict
rules of conduct, but i’m still twisting my ganja, getting
hit off of vodka. i’m still ill with it—why not, partner?
pardon my awkward approach to the flow. what just
smokes my roach and let go? most only
hope to blow and get dough—not us
we’re focused—this is more than vocals—swigga, let ‘em know

[hook: swigga (aka l-swift)]
yeah
i know you’re wondering n.e. been and where we go to
we’re tired of doing all this talk and we just want to show you
it’s more than music, motherf-cker, this is more than vocal
n.e. crew, n.e., yes
i know you’re wondering n.e. been and where we go to
we’re tired of doing all this talk and we just want to show you
it’s more than music, motherf-cker, this is more than vocal
n.e., yes, n.e., yeah

[verse 2: swigga (aka l-swift)]
can i get my skrilla on? swigga da don in this biatch
when i get my drinking on, n-ggas is gone to the triage
i’m in the midst of a storm. sh-t, i just want you to see that
n.e. crew, n.e. is
not to be f-cked with, disgusted or love it or hate it
suck on my nuts, b-tch, hug ‘em and rub ‘em and taste ‘em
what’s with the public? f-ck the discussion, i’m blazing
n.e. crew, n.e. is
more than a covenant—my brothers were sent from the heaven
water and doublemint, some blunts from the 7-eleven
(you’re on some other sh-t) f-ck you, i’m bent and i’m repping
n.e. crew, n.e., ho
i’m spazzing and tweaking, the pastor is preaching the sermon
but i’m asking the deacon to p-ss me the weed and the bourbon
i’m actually speeding, my p-ssion for jesus i’m learning
n.e., yes, n.e. we’re from
saint lucia, africa, and p.r
lame groupies stay cruising after us in the car, but they’re
stupid, way foolish—access love from abroad and they’ll
do us. straight music, put the strap on a pause
they’ll shoot it—a knew it ‘cause he thinking alike. agu
knew it ‘cause he been living a “crhyminal life,” and i’m
bar with the bar to bang to bang boogie. we could
spar at the bar—you ran, your man p-ssy, oh!

[bridge (overlapped with interlude): anthony cruz (aka a-b-tta)]
this is what it sound like when n.e. smashing
this is what it sound like when n.e. blasting
this is what it sound like when n.e. clapping
this is what it sounds like

[interlude (overlapped with bridge): agu obiakor (aka mr. voodoo)]
yeah. agu. mr. voo. n.e. yeah. gon’ get into it like this

[verse 3: agu obiakor (aka mr. voodoo)]
motherf-cker, you diss me
i won’t make a song for you, run up in your offi-
-ces, pull a .38 long on you. i ain’t trying to
serenade like you got a thong on you. wet your dome
like hairspray, voodoo is a stronger dude—you think not?
blood’ll stain your clothes like ink blots. this ain’t
b-ball, but i’ll throw it up and sink shots, leave your brain
holy and stringy like a basketball net. think out
the box, duke, ‘cause, f-ck with me, a casket y’all get. i take
no -ss. houses, people car, stay with the glove and the
mask like i’m surrounded by people with sars. like prisons
surround people with bars, that’s what my words do. sick with
the bricks, you can say i got the bird flu, keep a
buzz like i’m pot or a five-cent bag of traum
and the only buzz you got is on your intercom
i drive wh0r-s loco, n.e. be more than local
four-four smoke’ll show you fools that it’s more than vocal

[outro: swigga (aka l-swift)]
ho! yeah, it’s straight like that

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