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Natural Elements - “doNE”
[Emcee(s): Swigga (AKA L-Swift), Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo), and Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]
[Sample (Melody): Brazilian Girls - “Homme”]

[Intro: Swigga (AKA L-Swift)]
Yeah, yeah, NE. You know. Yeah. Charlemagne

[Verse 1: Swigga (AKA L-Swift)]
Uh, up early in
The morning, dressed in black. No, I’m not on my
Way to a funeral—I’m just obsessed with black. I got
NE on my mind—my Elements hat
Is untouchable, unfuckable, celibate cap
I don’t play with these little niggas like a deadbeat dad
Like “I don’t want to go to Heaven. Who the Hell needs that?”
Bitches addicted to my hog dog, my relish is crack. They think
My condom is a condiment and ketchup is wack, black
Every time I’m flowing, I float on a magic carpet
So when the pros hear it, I know they gon’ act retarded
Y’all Walmart niggas supposed to be at the Target
Some people think we’re done, but we totally haven’t started
Y’all done

[Verse 2: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Yo, unpredictable perp’. Smell the syrup on
My breath when I burp. Unfuckwithable
Even the sheriff is scurred ‘cause I’m a despicable scourge
Unconvictable, ain’t no juror got the courage
A jewel unearthed from underground, undeterred
Mr. Voodoo leave schools unnerved, the one preferred
Unadulterated, straight from the curb, undefin-
-able, shapeshift with words, make the unstable burn
Can’t be undone. You unable to come to terms like
Sperm that never germinate, born with undetermined fate
But unending, never terminate. Seek the truth
Unlearn what ain’t ungodly, unsavory
But the gods still favor me. Un-neighborly
Pull out rods, your eyes is unfavorably. Got
Bloodying lyrics unsightly like guns from spirits
Unexplainable, a level unattainable, unchangeable
[Verse 3: Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)]
Uh, I’ll live life like the Renaissance
Create art and have sex a lot
Uh, y’all ain’t hard. You’re feminine at heart
I was raised in West Harlem project tenements
I’ll make collages with words—my mind’s an art gallery
Anthony Cruz, within a heartbeat, dismember your body
Parts and compare ‘em with Grey’s Anatomy. That’ll be
Like Adam and Eve, a little angry. I’m ill as
Klaus Kinski’s flicks combined with Igor Stravinsky
Immediately spit a meteor through your city
You’re mediocre at best, you need to do more to impress me
Signing off, sincerely yours. My Natural Elements
Will leave ‘em well-done when the beef is raw
While I’ll be overseas, on-tour, living life like the
Renaissance, with a chick dressed as a French maid
Jetting, whispering in my eardrums
Done