[Verse 1: A-Butta] 



Whoever is on the front line is gettin' struck first 

we mercinaries, fuck 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 bitch 

got her buck-naked posin' for flicks 

actin' like she was never known for the shit 

but I look over the shoulder and see the enemy lookin' 

physically strong but mentally shooken 

and for penetentiary bookin's this shit happens 

get orders from my nigga Charlemagne the ship Captain 

you sound like a bitch yappin' 

this shit 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 niggas 

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 shit 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 bitches 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 Muslim 

blast shots burnin' your Bosom 

like bitch 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 niggas better raise the white flag. 



[Chorus x2] 



[Verse 3: L-Swift] 



I swear theres a war in the air in the New York streets 

you talk beef? 

you had a swollen Melon, now you humble 

with loaded weapons, nowhere to run to 

we mega high, jet in the sky, droppin' bombs, 

prepare to crumble as we rock on, 

beware of the jungle with Anaconda's 

don't puff too much 'cause the enemy smells the Marijuana 

we blastin' every object in Combat with honor 

so yo, remember the agenda with the plan of action 

no retreat, no surrender, keep the cannons blastin' 

we blastin' heat 'till each member turns into has-beens 

soldiers bangin', who's click'll get done? 

my crew can taste victory at the tip of the tongue 

always prepared physically, take the clip for the gun 

and put it in, 'cause when it's on how many niggas'll run? 

you said we couldn't win, bullets in ya flesh, cave in your chest 

you pullin' for breath, I'm claimin' your death 

you shouldn't've stepped, war paint on my chest 

fatigue green and black 

and the heat reacts 

to make you bleed like hemophiliacs 

see me strapped, heavily armed, repetitively 

releasin' caps 'till the enemy's gone, definitely 

my people pack metal for me, let a legend be born 

I declare war, (What mothafucka!) and it's on. 



[Chorus x2]