Paper Chase Pt.2 - Natural Elements

Mr. Voodoo: Yo, yo, what up?

It’s NE, you know’mean?

A-Butta: That’s right

L-Swift: Yeah

Mr. Voodoo: We’re trying to make this paper chase us, you know’m saying?

L-Swift: Make it chase us, man.

I’m tired of this man.

Word

Mr. Voodoo: Word up, instead of chasing the paper.

Word up

A-Butta: We’re tired of chasing, we’re tired of chasing paper, man

Mr. Voodoo: So let’s make this paper, let’s do this like this, aight?

L-Swift: Yeah, it’s a new beginning

Mr. Voodoo: Word up

L-Swift: Yeah, we’re gonna let ‘em live on this one

A-Butta: That’s right

L-Swift: Yeah

A-Butta: Yo, Voo, let ‘em know

In this world

Of wars, famines, and floods, whores, gambling, drugs

Cross-examine the slugs caused from the cannons of thugs

Forced the planets to budge.

Ain’t no more family love

Cream’s thicker than family blood, making families bugged.

Dollar’s

Deity.

For the papers with pyramids, eagles with arrows

And branches and leaves, my thought dances with thieves

Sick capitalistic dreams, my mind’s a machine that’s capital-

-driven for the cream, I clap it on living.

I need

The mints on paper print so my life is set (What you mean?), the mints on

Paper print for vipers and jets, tigers for pets.

Watch style

And set loot for wifey to keep her wig perm.

Play with

My loot, I’ll react like Big Worm, funny emotions

Agu be ‘bout money and motions, steal and rob

Motions if there ain’t no job openings.

Yeah, I’m

In it for the love of rocking raps, but ‘til we’re living

As kings, it’s Glocks and faces covered with stocking caps

Dollar

Is deity—look around the world, you’ll see.

If it’s

A crime to make money and moves and live free

Agu.

(Yo).

What do you plea?

(Guilty ‘cause ain’t)

(Nothing really changed for me), and it still goes:

—why?—

I still be

Fiending for the key to success.

If I don’t get it, forget it

Give me the keys to a Lex.

Dealing with stress

Through my lifetime.

Yep, I need dough and respect, so when I

Write rhymes, I collect both with a check.

The Devil

Smirks deviously, scheming like he posing a threat

But life’s a game, and I’m controlling the deck.

The older

We get, the wiser—supposedly so.

I’m inspired

By the messiah and the road that he chose ‘cause, oh

There’s so many foes in my way between me and my goals

For self-improvement, bugged in movements, proofed-up

When I do my music, I can’t help but lose it

And sing along to this money and move shit

Dollar

Is deity—look around the world, you’ll see.

If it’s

A crime to make money and moves and live free

A-Butta.

(What?) What do you plea?

(Guilty ‘cause ain’t)

(Nothing really changed for me, and it still goes:)

—(why?) —

Yo, when I’m broke

Feel like the world is falling down on me—that's why

I often keep a frown on me, and, strongly

You could say I’m antisocial, speak from the heart

I’m trying to be anti-local, reach for the stars

Flow for the youth—I know it’s the truth.

When I was younger

Used to bag project mamis and stroke on the roof until

Her pops yell from the window, honey would fall.

I sex

Her down when there’s money involved, mess around.

Shit

I know it’s funny for y’all.

It’s monetary gain for us

Predominantly, getting paid is a must, plus

I heard you got work on the streets.

Opening shop

You could get murked on the streets or float to the top

It’s simple as that.

Position yourself, triple your stack

I ain’t saying this shit for my health, and, thinking back

It is rap bringing the gats and slinging the crack?

But you might not wanna listen to that.

Word up

Dollar

Is deity—look around the world, you’ll see.

If it’s

A crime to make money and moves and live free

L-Swift.

(Huh?) What do you plea?

(Guilty ‘cause ain’t)

(Nothing really changed for me), and it still goes:

(Money and moves, moves and money)

(Gotta make money ‘cause being broke ain’t funny)

(On a paper chase)—why?—(‘cause ain’t nothing for free)

(Everybody got a price, everybody got a fee. It goes:)

(Money and moves, moves and money)

(Gotta make money ‘cause being broke ain’t funny)

(On a paper chase)—why?—(‘cause ain’t nothing for free)

(Everybody got a price, everybody got a fee like)

(Money and…)

My niggas Nightbreed, (they make money and moves)

And my man Charlemagne, (he make money and moves)

And them niggas Raidermen, (they make money and moves)

And my man Mayhem, (he make money and moves)

And that nigga Cipha Sounds, (he make money and moves)

And my Trev Better, (he make money and moves)

And my nigga Big Tim, (he make money and moves)

And my nigga Eclipse, (he make money and moves)

DJ Enuff, yo, (he make money and moves)

And my nigga Kendu, (he make money and moves)

And my man K.A.

know (he make money and moves)

How we do this?

125, (we make money and moves)

Brooklyn up in here, (they make money and moves)

Northeast Bronx, baby, (we make money and moves)

Around the world for the year, (we make money and moves)

(Hah, that’s right, y’all, we make money and moves)

And it’s on.

Word up.

(We make money and moves)

Fly with me, haha.

Legends rise, y’all.

(We make money and moves)

Yeah, (we make money and moves)

We’re out of here, baby.

Word