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[Verse 1: A-Butta] Whoever is on the front line is gettin' struck first we mercinaries, fuck turf every verse is varied, I bust first Mayday, Natural Elements controllin' the ship rollin' a spliff that'll probably put my soul in a twist but I remain bonin' a bitch got her buck-naked posin' for flicks actin' like she was never known for the shit but I look over the shoulder and see the enemy lookin' physically strong but mentally shooken and for penetentiary bookin's this shit happens get orders from my nigga Charlemagne the ship Captain you sound like a bitch yappin' this shit is all Natural to us like blowin' endo out the window in the back of the bus I move back and I bust rapid fire you actin' flyer now your family's in black attire with mad desire when we caught you in the line of duty you had it in your mind to shoot me but every soldier of my kind sollutes me now I'm reclinin' with a Lucy Songtexteall of my niggas smoke it down to the filter holdin' a frown with a picture you smell the smoke when I walk past you saw blasts you should've known about the drama in my warpath. [Chorus] Mayday Mayday, raise the white flags, time for the payday, payday, and it's like that, out shit is World Wide, North, South, East, and West, put on your shield, lets see who's the best. Repeat 1x [Verse 2: Mr. Voo-Doo] You feel the burnin' emission you squirm in submission no terms and conditions ya'll confirm my suspicions that ya'll are bitches that resemble Men like female Tennis players at Wimbledon why you tremblin'? shook like the ricter my voice raise waves and make ya'll change ways like crooks turnin Muslim blast shots burnin' your Bosom like bitch cramps you got lucky your people told you switch camps or get damp with plenty led I'm like a beast with many heads sort of like the Predators dreads I got more arms than Dr. Octavious rock your whole block radius I be the bomb and I bleed nitrogliceren if you slice my palm The Don been gone for how long from the rap biz? wet more domes than John the baptist when the gat spits it ain't over 'till the last man's limbs are twisted like he was doin Yoga in fact my Pistol's longer than the Jokers I ignite Mag's leave your toe wearin' a white tag so, ya'll niggas better raise the white flag. [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: L-Swift] I swear theres a war in the air in the New York streets you talk beef? you had a swollen Melon, now you humble with loaded weapons, nowhere to run to we mega high, jet in the sky, droppin' bombs, prepare to crumble as we rock on, beware of the jungle with Anaconda's don't puff too much 'cause the enemy smells the Marijuana we blastin' every object in Combat with honor so yo, remember the agenda with the plan of action no retreat, no surrender, keep the cannons blastin' we blastin' heat 'till each member turns into has-beens soldiers bangin', who's click'll get done? my crew can taste victory at the tip of the tongue always prepared physically, take the clip for the gun and put it in, 'cause when it's on how many niggas'll run? you said we couldn't win, bullets in ya flesh, cave in your chest you pullin' for breath, I'm claimin' your death you shouldn't've stepped, war paint on my chest fatigue green and black and the heat reacts to make you bleed like hemophiliacs see me strapped, heavily armed, repetitively releasin' caps 'till the enemy's gone, definitely my people pack metal for me, let a legend be born I declare war, (What mothafucka!) and it's on. [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania