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
[Hook: Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, and K.A.]
‘Cause it’s
A triple team. Yo, what you mean? What I mean?
Natural Elements is out for the mics, girls, and green. Yo, it’s
A triple team. Ayyo, what you mean? What I mean? We’re for
The rap fiends, strapped teens, and black queens in tight jeans

[Verse 2: L-Swift, K.A., and Mr. Voodoo]
Even though there’s three heads
We morph flows together like Play-Doh (Why?) ‘cause I say so
We’re swinging for melons, n***as, so lay low. You play? No!
Not even on occasion. Enemies I’m bucking, friends
I’m grazing, intimidation my only means of persuasion. We original
Asians, putting nations of n***as under
Stress like negative press, plus I can finesse
A cluck-cluck out of her dress, and lift the rest with the Smith
And Wess’, then proceed to do more dirt covert. My flows work
With accuracy like factory machinery. You’re wack
To me, nothing you mean to me. I’m reigning with supremer team. The team
Of me, L, and Voo, we’re running through your roughest crew, we’re like
Brand Nubes, we’re leaving n***as black-and-blue if we have to, so if
You boo, that’s when I’m setting it, and you’ll be regretting it
‘Cause when I got a banger, you know I’m letting it, and I ain’t even
Sweating shit, I come off hard—don’t question it
I’m back, n***as, with raps that turn hard n***as affectionate. When I flex in it
I gets busy like intersections get. One, two, “Mic Checking” it
Like Das EFX. My crew’s tighter than quadriceps on track runners
I clap numbers of crews, inside my jacket’s where my gat’s under
I be the verbal rap stunner. A black gunner and the wack
Wonder why I stay on attack like bitches on the jack, and for the
Amount of n***as I jabbed, yo, I should get a plaque. You lack
True rapping skills. This tri pack the ill plus we be stacking bills
Plugging caps and no frill, yo, ‘cause we that ill
[Hook: Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, and K.A.]
It’s
A triple team. Yo, what you mean? What I mean?
Natural Elements is out for the mics, girls, and green. It’s
A triple team. Yo, what you mean? What I mean? We’re for
The rap fiends, strapped teens, and black queens in tight jeans

[Outro: L-Swift, Mr. Voodoo, and K.A.]
L-Swift: What? Yeah, yeah. Yo, word up. Yo, Charlemagne in the house. Yeah, yeah. Oddbrawl is in the house, yo. Aight, my man R-Smooth. Uh, wanna say…
Mr. Voodoo: Slide, kid, for the nickel-nine, know’m saying? Natural El’ is in the house. Without a doubt. Turn it out. In the house, no doubt. Char turning it out. Natural Elements in the house
K.A.: My man Hallucinations. Man your station. Dead it!