The Natural Lyrics
| Song | The Natural |
| Artist | Lloyd Banks |
| Album | FNO |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] | |
| No originality, take a ride with the natural | |
| I ain't blow up yet | |
| Fear the greatest bomb in the Apple | |
| Tackles broke to pieces | |
| The streets are scorching trying to over ease ya | |
| A firm believer, I wore the crown on my Caesar. Freezer, count me up | |
| This test an alley thump just made the tally jump | |
| Wild around me, catch a smiley cut let out the alley up | |
| Writers block, can't get my mind to stop. Most days I island hop | |
| Karma's a *******, I found a spot | |
| Wandering trips around the clock | |
| Charming your chick from down the block | |
| Flow got her, she found a shark | |
| My fins showin' two tens throwing a pound a spark | |
| Uh! So many wa*******ng up, I'm edged in stone though | |
| You fool pit browse | |
| My testers slam the lomo, exit solo | |
| Big tests for so-so, need us extra promo | |
| No runner ups can catch the pros | |
| So slice the pie like Lexus logo | |
| Bet my cadence alarms impostors | |
| Problems just hanging strange fruit | |
| Hs and orange boxes | |
| Big faces in all the watches | |
| Roses, Aces, and Knockers | |
| Hoes embrace their show stoppers | |
| Hundred papers, more options | |
| With hunger pain there’s no nonsense | |
| Rumble game I'm all offense | |
| Launching confidence here | |
| And I know these powers won't feel me | |
| They'll be over your *******t in no time | |
| And no you ain't getting no co-sign | |
| I'm fully equipped to go | |
| I’m in solid gold at the goal line | |
| Powder rope through my smoke, climb higher | |
| Can't pick my code, ma | |
| Over matter, fact who's badder? | |
| Ain't no rapper here or after | |
| Back in my zone at night | |
| These new *****s is over hyped | |
| Steep look into a soldier's life | |
| Three or four minutes of poltergeist | |
| Sweet beginnings,I'm ultra nice | |
| Come kill a God, he multiples | |
| Open eyes hit critics | |
| Visits from broken wives | |
| Through the impossible | |
| The ***** is you doing with oxygen? | |
| These bums done brung up my name in vein | |
| Wondering when you hit your compliments | |
| My conscience vents | |
| Henny and mobster tints | |
| Hell out the audience | |
| Stand up guy, bet he won't hop a fence | |
| If any a consequence | |
| Stepped in good, been stomping since | |
| Different kind, maybe common sense | |
| Calm me down with the capital | |
| Built the crown and no avenue | |
| Boring *****s will challenge you | |
| Slaughtering since 2002 | |
| Porno vids in my memory | |
| Foreign trips out to Kennedy | |
| Hoing tricks out for energy | |
| Told a ******* I wouldn't let it be | |
| Every week with another head | |
| Ch-check out my symmetry | |
| My maniac rhyme | |
| More amazing than all your favorites combined | |
| I'm killing ya, maaan! | |
| Hit the fire on these ******* one time | |
| I sun*******ne, I cook the area | |
| Burn up your front line | |
| Turn up my new *******t, product of DJ Dram | |
| Sour out the nose and bottle cliques | |
| Urban model chicks | |
| Life's a room, a dollar should | |
| Slide in a Ferragamo slip | |
| Top of the metropolis | |
| Looking down on your confidence | |
| Hooking up with your confidant | |
| Coolin' - feels like the comp is gone | |
| Hoes in my sweaters | |
| Hoes be over zealous | |
| Hold it down, dirty as hell | |
| When we roll to town | |
| What's up with all these clowns? | |
| I gave you years, how dare you doubt me? | |
| Even when I ain't here you hear about me |
| Verse 1: Lloyd Banks | |
| No originality, take a ride with the natural | |
| I ain' t blow up yet | |
| Fear the greatest bomb in the Apple | |
| Tackles broke to pieces | |
| The streets are scorching trying to over ease ya | |
| A firm believer, I wore the crown on my Caesar. Freezer, count me up | |
| This test an alley thump just made the tally jump | |
| Wild around me, catch a smiley cut let out the alley up | |
| Writers block, can' t get my mind to stop. Most days I island hop | |
| Karma' s a , I found a spot | |
| Wandering trips around the clock | |
| Charming your chick from down the block | |
| Flow got her, she found a shark | |
| My fins showin' two tens throwing a pound a spark | |
| Uh! So many wa ng up, I' m edged in stone though | |
| You fool pit browse | |
| My testers slam the lomo, exit solo | |
| Big tests for soso, need us extra promo | |
| No runner ups can catch the pros | |
| So slice the pie like Lexus logo | |
| Bet my cadence alarms impostors | |
| Problems just hanging strange fruit | |
| Hs and orange boxes | |
| Big faces in all the watches | |
| Roses, Aces, and Knockers | |
| Hoes embrace their show stoppers | |
| Hundred papers, more options | |
| With hunger pain there' s no nonsense | |
| Rumble game I' m all offense | |
| Launching confidence here | |
| And I know these powers won' t feel me | |
| They' ll be over your t in no time | |
| And no you ain' t getting no cosign | |
| I' m fully equipped to go | |
| I' m in solid gold at the goal line | |
| Powder rope through my smoke, climb higher | |
| Can' t pick my code, ma | |
| Over matter, fact who' s badder? | |
| Ain' t no rapper here or after | |
| Back in my zone at night | |
| These new s is over hyped | |
| Steep look into a soldier' s life | |
| Three or four minutes of poltergeist | |
| Sweet beginnings, I' m ultra nice | |
| Come kill a God, he multiples | |
| Open eyes hit critics | |
| Visits from broken wives | |
| Through the impossible | |
| The is you doing with oxygen? | |
| These bums done brung up my name in vein | |
| Wondering when you hit your compliments | |
| My conscience vents | |
| Henny and mobster tints | |
| Hell out the audience | |
| Stand up guy, bet he won' t hop a fence | |
| If any a consequence | |
| Stepped in good, been stomping since | |
| Different kind, maybe common sense | |
| Calm me down with the capital | |
| Built the crown and no avenue | |
| Boring s will challenge you | |
| Slaughtering since 2002 | |
| Porno vids in my memory | |
| Foreign trips out to Kennedy | |
| Hoing tricks out for energy | |
| Told a I wouldn' t let it be | |
| Every week with another head | |
| Chcheck out my symmetry | |
| My maniac rhyme | |
| More amazing than all your favorites combined | |
| I' m killing ya, maaan! | |
| Hit the fire on these one time | |
| I sun ne, I cook the area | |
| Burn up your front line | |
| Turn up my new t, product of DJ Dram | |
| Sour out the nose and bottle cliques | |
| Urban model chicks | |
| Life' s a room, a dollar should | |
| Slide in a Ferragamo slip | |
| Top of the metropolis | |
| Looking down on your confidence | |
| Hooking up with your confidant | |
| Coolin' feels like the comp is gone | |
| Hoes in my sweaters | |
| Hoes be over zealous | |
| Hold it down, dirty as hell | |
| When we roll to town | |
| What' s up with all these clowns? | |
| I gave you years, how dare you doubt me? | |
| Even when I ain' t here you hear about me |
| Verse 1: Lloyd Banks | |
| No originality, take a ride with the natural | |
| I ain' t blow up yet | |
| Fear the greatest bomb in the Apple | |
| Tackles broke to pieces | |
| The streets are scorching trying to over ease ya | |
| A firm believer, I wore the crown on my Caesar. Freezer, count me up | |
| This test an alley thump just made the tally jump | |
| Wild around me, catch a smiley cut let out the alley up | |
| Writers block, can' t get my mind to stop. Most days I island hop | |
| Karma' s a , I found a spot | |
| Wandering trips around the clock | |
| Charming your chick from down the block | |
| Flow got her, she found a shark | |
| My fins showin' two tens throwing a pound a spark | |
| Uh! So many wa ng up, I' m edged in stone though | |
| You fool pit browse | |
| My testers slam the lomo, exit solo | |
| Big tests for soso, need us extra promo | |
| No runner ups can catch the pros | |
| So slice the pie like Lexus logo | |
| Bet my cadence alarms impostors | |
| Problems just hanging strange fruit | |
| Hs and orange boxes | |
| Big faces in all the watches | |
| Roses, Aces, and Knockers | |
| Hoes embrace their show stoppers | |
| Hundred papers, more options | |
| With hunger pain there' s no nonsense | |
| Rumble game I' m all offense | |
| Launching confidence here | |
| And I know these powers won' t feel me | |
| They' ll be over your t in no time | |
| And no you ain' t getting no cosign | |
| I' m fully equipped to go | |
| I' m in solid gold at the goal line | |
| Powder rope through my smoke, climb higher | |
| Can' t pick my code, ma | |
| Over matter, fact who' s badder? | |
| Ain' t no rapper here or after | |
| Back in my zone at night | |
| These new s is over hyped | |
| Steep look into a soldier' s life | |
| Three or four minutes of poltergeist | |
| Sweet beginnings, I' m ultra nice | |
| Come kill a God, he multiples | |
| Open eyes hit critics | |
| Visits from broken wives | |
| Through the impossible | |
| The is you doing with oxygen? | |
| These bums done brung up my name in vein | |
| Wondering when you hit your compliments | |
| My conscience vents | |
| Henny and mobster tints | |
| Hell out the audience | |
| Stand up guy, bet he won' t hop a fence | |
| If any a consequence | |
| Stepped in good, been stomping since | |
| Different kind, maybe common sense | |
| Calm me down with the capital | |
| Built the crown and no avenue | |
| Boring s will challenge you | |
| Slaughtering since 2002 | |
| Porno vids in my memory | |
| Foreign trips out to Kennedy | |
| Hoing tricks out for energy | |
| Told a I wouldn' t let it be | |
| Every week with another head | |
| Chcheck out my symmetry | |
| My maniac rhyme | |
| More amazing than all your favorites combined | |
| I' m killing ya, maaan! | |
| Hit the fire on these one time | |
| I sun ne, I cook the area | |
| Burn up your front line | |
| Turn up my new t, product of DJ Dram | |
| Sour out the nose and bottle cliques | |
| Urban model chicks | |
| Life' s a room, a dollar should | |
| Slide in a Ferragamo slip | |
| Top of the metropolis | |
| Looking down on your confidence | |
| Hooking up with your confidant | |
| Coolin' feels like the comp is gone | |
| Hoes in my sweaters | |
| Hoes be over zealous | |
| Hold it down, dirty as hell | |
| When we roll to town | |
| What' s up with all these clowns? | |
| I gave you years, how dare you doubt me? | |
| Even when I ain' t here you hear about me |
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