Natural Elements Off Beat Bop Lyrics

Natural Elements - “Off Beat Bop”
[Emcee(s): A-Butta, L-Swift, and Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): Sebb]

[Verse 1: A-Butta]
Pardon our disappearance
But we've been working hard for a minute
So pause or you'll be stars in a split-second
Y'all know I spit sicker than a SARS epidemic
It's not a façade. It's an award-winning effort
Yeah, we're authentic, guaranteed non-generic
Phonetic and energetic, we charge into Armageddon
We stomp when we're stepping through your hood or area
It's good for your earholes, the flow's superior
I'm slurring off of bourbon, I'm no longer Hennied up
Stronger than I ever was, take on anyone
It's gotten apocalyptic
Rotten and, in my sauna, I'm honestly optimistic, but
I cheat for chunk of chocolate, not focusing
On the obnoxious or the state hip hop's in
But wait, I'm locked a frame that's not them
No, it's us, N.E., see? We got the off-beat
Bop, loco with the heat like Cowboy Be-
-bop. Ch-pow-pow! And we don't stop

[Hook: L-Swift]
Yeah, when we're off in the spot, we get it popping like
“Yeah.” We walk on the block, we get to bopping like
“Yeah.” There's so many hoes that wanna f*ck right
Here. Niggas is like, “Yeah.” Women is like
“Yeah.” And so many people never seen N.E
But you gonna see us now

[Verse 2: L-Swift]
Yo, yo
I'll blaze up in a corridor house, I call Worm
I'll stay with a cigar in my mouth like George Burns
‘Til I'm ninety years old, dumb, crippled, and crazy
Rewind to years ago, jumped niggas at Skate Key
Shit, none of my niggas wasn't going to skate. We was
A bunch of wild niggas—f*ck it, open his face
Show him how his chain's not worth seventy stitches
Notice how the game got worse, terribly vivid
Like an Imax Cinema. My rap literature
Baptize ministers—holler at the finisher
Mr. C, history's in the making
A sick disease, six degrees in the station
It's cold in there—bigger coats to wear. Swigga
Is focused, yeah. Niggas is toast this year. I'm just
A Northeast Wildcat with cruel intentions
With an off-beat style, rap in two dimensions Northeast Bronx the one I'ma choose. All beats stomp
Brothers is wondering what's under my shoes
Two hundred and six bones, new numbers in zip codes
Ooh, guns, I'm in Vick mode. You're running with ripped clothes
I've rapped at clubs with an Element vinyl
But I'll smack that judge on American Idol
If me ever tell me my clique is less than what it is
If he ever mention my shit, the best is what it is, yo

[Hook: L-Swift]
Yeah, when we're off in the spot, we get it popping like
“Yeah.” We walk on the block, we get to bopping like
“Yeah.” There's so many hoes that wanna f*ck right
Here. Niggas is like, “Yeah.” Women is like
“Yeah.” And so many people never seen N.E
But you gonna see us now

[Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo]
Champagne
Splashment, squeeze Serena Williams' ass at the presi-
-dential campaign bashment. I'm a legend, I get
Off just like I'm a reverend. My pimping stand tall
Even after them buildings fall like 9/11. My
Rhyme'll prove I'm Agu. Spend a lifetime and
Only think it's an hour with me ‘cause time'll [?], the grind'll
Move. Dope or cocaine, poppy or white, I'll put in
Public domain like I just lost my copyright
While y'all catch feeling and get whipped, I'm f*cking with
Hoes with low mileage like cars at the dealership. They all
Fiend to be in the star scene, put on album covers
And magazines like Ice-T to Darlene—that's why
I'm my best company ‘til God and
His wrath come for me. My ride and my staff
Comfort me. That's why I keep a gun on me. The only
Chicks that don't want some of me are in a nunnery, yeah
N.E. the company—end of summary
Brooklyn, run with me, yeah

[Hook: L-Swift]
Yeah, when we're off in the spot, we get it popping like
“Yeah.” We walk on the block, we get to bopping like
“Yeah.” There's so many hoes that wanna f*ck right
Here. Niggas is like, “Yeah.” Women is like
“Yeah.” And so many people never seen N.E
But you gonna see us now