Song | The Natural |
Artist | Lloyd Banks |
Album | FNO |
[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 |