Charlemagne - Mayday lyrics

Verse 1: (L-Swift) Whoever is on the front line is gettin' struck first We mercenaries, f** turf Every verse is varied, I bust first Mayday, Natural Elements controllin' the ship Rollin' a spliff that'll probably put my soul in a twist But I remain bonin' a b**h Got her buck-naked posin' for flicks Actin' like she was never known for the sh** But I look over the shoulder and see the enemy lookin' Physically strong but mentally shooken And for penetentiary bookin's this sh** happens Get orders from my n***a Charlemagne the ship Captain You sound like a b**h yappin' This sh** is all Natural to us Like blowin' endo out the window in the back of the bus I move back and I bust Rapid fire You actin' flyer Now your family's in black attire With mad desire When we caught you in the line of duty You had it in your mind to shoot me But every soldier of my kind sollutes me Now I'm reclinin' with a Lucy All of my n***as Smoke it down to the filter Holdin' a frown with a picture You smell the smoke when I walk past You saw blasts You should've known about the drama in my warpath Chorus - Mayday Mayday, raise the white flags, time for the payday Payday, and it's like that, out sh** is World Wide, North, South, East And West, put on your shield, lets see who's the best. Repeat 1x Verse 2: (Mr. Voo-Doo) You feel the burnin' emission You squirm in submission No terms and conditions Ya'll confirm my suspicions That ya'll are b**hes that resemble Men Like female Tennis players at Wimbledon Why you tremblin'? Shook like the ricter My voice raise waves And make ya'll change ways like crooks turnin m**m Blast shots burnin' your Bosom Like b**h cramps You got lucky your people told you switch camps Or get damp with plenty led I'm like a beast with many heads Sort of like the Predators dreads I got more arms than Dr. Octavious Rock your whole block radius I be the bomb And I bleed nitrogliceren if you slice my palm The Don been gone for how long from the rap biz? Wet more domes than John the baptist When the gat spits It ain't over 'till the last man's limbs Are twisted like he was doin Yoga In fact my Pistol's longer than the Jokers I ignite Mag's Leave your toe wearin' a white tag So, ya'll n***as better raise the white flag Chorus 2x Verse 3: (A-bu*ta) I swear there's a war brewing in the air in New York streets You talk beef? Catch a swollen melon This ghetto rumbles, with loaded weapons, nowhere to run to We mega high, jet in the sky, dropping bombs Prepare to crumble As we rock on, beware the jungle, with Anacondas Don't puff too much, cause adversaries smell the Marijuana We blasting every object in combat with honor So yo, remember the agenda with the plan of action No retreat, no surrender, keep the cannons blasting We blowing heat 'til each member of your fleet are has-beens Soldiers banging, whose click'll get done? My crew can taste victory, from the tip of the tongue Who gets laced physically? Take the clip for the gun And put it in, cause when it's on, how many n***as'll run? You said we couldn't win, bullets in ya flesh, cave in your chest You pulling for breath, I'm claiming your d**h You shouldn't've stepped War paint on my chest, fatigues green and black The heat reacts To make you bleed like hemophiliacs See me strapped, heavily armed, repetitively Releasing caps 'til the enemy's gone, definitely My people pack metal for me, let a legend be born I declare war, (What mothaf**a!) and it's on Chorus - 2x