Triple Team Natural Elements

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