Goldenchild (of Backwoodz Studioz and Green Streets Entertainment) - Nature lyrics

The Reavers (ft. Vordul Mega, billy woods, Goldenchild, and Spiega) - “Nature” [Produced by DJ Marmaduke] [Intro: Vordul Mega] Yo, yo. Yeah. [?]. Yo [Verse 1: Vordul Mega] Futuristic mind coalition Coexisting with high figures Noise with low digits, so cyclic Going through it, playing music, reminiscent Stay twisting and flipping on authority We, as minorities, must give each other Moral support. Whatever you go through Deep in the mentals, cold truth See children spring from the womb Like Gozu. And we owe dudes to move Units, self-promote, trying to keep Our boats to stay afloat, glued in a sea Of information, s** lives, video Tapes and immigration. Migrate Across the globe with headphones cables Attached to the backs of earlobes. In a world Where they fear Close Encounters Of Third Kind, third eye deciphering codes At the same time, minds explode [Verse 2: billy woods] In nature, I'm supposed to hate ya. Breaker, breaker Beatbreak Terminator coming back later In the past, stone tablets is paper. Led Zeppelin escalators to take ‘em to their makers She not my girl. I just can't shake her. Rodney Dangerfield, take her, please. And where The elevator? [Interlude 1 (Overlapped with Bridge 1): billy woods and Spiega] Spiega: Yo, yo, you're supposed to come in right there Billy woods: Where? Right there? Spiega: Yeah, man. You say I act stupid Billy woods: That's how it's supposed to act Spiega: Like a n***a? Billy woods: Like a goddamn n***a Spiega: Smash these cats, man. It doesn't even matter when you think about it. Really Billy woods: Show ‘em [Bridge 1 (Overlapped with Interlude 1): Goldenchild] Yeah, yeah, you Osama, your mama too This is the outback, Backwoodz Pimping the girls, we out in the Woodz What it does? [Verse 3: billy woods] Put it all on the flipping coins, slipping Gripping apparition. Organics is your prison Force ate the flesh, mathematician Intake the best flight cess Manifest over a candlelight, controlling Shot gla**—be my guest. Gas gats Unleaded, diesel splashed on the feeble Who evil at the easel? Desert sands American eagle, thirteen arrows in the claw Beak hold meat raw. Discovery Channel, control panel under the wing Underling put me under the bing. Overstand A damn thing. I said, “f** the king Queen in Africa, bring the guillotine” Semi-autos reverberate, let Freedom ring. Let the fat Lady sing [Verse 4: Spiega] Uh. Roll it, light, and smoke it, but hope That it don't unroll while you choking. There's a hole In the bucket. Never been about the duck—it's the land Of the monk, but who want it ain't at all who fronted Up front with it, axe your tongue out for getting Addicted like Riddick to self-preservation Without hesitation, wash the world of blood ‘Til they're covered in red mud when you did it for the love Infatuated with feeling. What's the meaning? Seems the purpose is fleeting. Undercover for s**ual healing Eating like I never ate before Taste of raw. Look at us look. We looking for more Been looking for who*es, changing lanes with directioners on My brother Sean and Trevor kept me clever for sure As far as that paper, place a wager When nothing could save your Trump type with my abstract nature Yeah. My abstract nature It pays to pay attention. Did I mention the flavor Tastes like lightsabers with a hint of lemon-lime? Goes good with clementine and chicken, finger-licking For sure. Just give me my order. Got to feed my sons Still want a daughter. What a time. You ought to be chasing Waiting at the shores for a savior. I ain't Stranded. I moved here to get away from the players Make sure you call before you come