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Natural Elements (ft. Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, K.A. the Verbal Shogun, and Oddbrawl the Lyrical Juggernaut) - “4 Seasons” One (One), two (Two), three, (four) seasons Serving emcees for no apparent reason One (One), two (Two), three, (four) seasons Serving emcees for no apparent reason Mr. Hyphenate Voo, so cool, I make Rap crews wanna hibernate, leave ‘em in a cryonic state Create at a bionic rate, leaving frostbitten foes With pain on that cross, limping at Chernobyl The n***a with the flow oath, my rap claps like fo’-fo’s Putting potholes in old clothes, I wear ‘em from the dough I slay close, so lay low. Watch my halo transform into Horns as I swarm on all forms of corn. I lecture Miniature rhyme things. They hate the mind—it’s Like I’m in a verbal vendetta My rhymes are like a nine Beretta. Yours are fat, but mine are better Got centripetal flows, so you better find a sweater ‘cause One (One), two (Two), three, (four) seasons Crushing emcees for no apparent reason One (One), two (Two), three, (four) seasons Crushing emcees for no apparent reason Yo, when I Spring into action, n***as should knowledge it. When I rhyme I change the forecast, your meteorologist ask The Earth revolves around the Sun, me and my boys brought the fate On rappers who alternate. Still unknown, correlate And we coordinate. [?] like n***as Who might fornicate, who often hate the way I categorize Lyrics in chronological… my logical actions Brothers like [?] ‘cause they be following My strategy, and every day’s my payday. My first name Is not [?], so I leave summer suffocating One (One), two (Two), three, (four) seasons Slashing emcees for no apparent reason One (One), two (Two), three, (four) seasons Slashing emcees for no apparent reason … happen when I’m rapping, now you’re dropping. I rhyme ‘Cause that’s the time I rule, so just know I’m coming I scribe Lyrics which give combustion or generate a bomb I write on. The question Of what to do with [?] I’m the answer Over to me, I’ll hit that skin with the cancer I’m so intense that, when I rhyme, I put shells in slugs And I heat that ass like the formation of drugs. You get your Head cracked [?], and your Blood showers, now years becoming hours One (One), two (Two), three, (four) seasons Smashing emcees for no apparent reason One (One), two (Two), three, (four) seasons Smashing emcees for no apparent reason And I be Repping for the living and deceased. Your style Can’t pay the rent, so now hand up your lease. Annually You see me accompanied by my group of three Giving out more pain than that white b*t*h from Misery Everlasting sight. Don’t address me right? It can get trife Similar to a blast from a twelve-gauge hunting rifle when I Periodically, you turn to [?]—you never see One without the other, and word to our mother Quadruplet brothers holding down tracks with one another, the common Denominator and the numerator, the wrong file with data You never could get on. Word is bond, in this rhyme, I engage ya One (One), two (Two), three, (four) seasons Smashing emcees for no apparent reason One (One), two (Two), three, (four) seasons Smashing emcees for no apparent reason
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