Natural Elements - “Survive”

Word up. Word. Infinite. Word up, word up. (Getting motherfucking high) Uh, yeah, word up. (Getting motherfucking high) Yeah, yeah

Yo, welcome to

This world of unjust manner. I bust grammar

Got no luck, and, uh, Natural Elements bust bangers

Shine like a diamond-cut gold chain. Used to watch Soul Train

When my mother bumped John Coltrane

Northeast Bronx where you can find me at, where I be at

You got cheese? I gotta see that before I ease back

Puff on a green sack from up on White Plains where

Jamaicans play the dominoes, and, me, I roll the dice game

Yo, a crack sale every time the lights change. You buy

Whatever be in your price range, yo, ‘cause, through the years

I seen my life change for the worse and not the better

Roll up on a **** turf, stick him, and cop his leather

I spit it acapella for all my **** on the streets

Puffing the herb ‘cause Natural E **** don’t be

Fucking with herbs. On New York City streets

Gotta struggle just to make ends meets, but, yo

Will I survive? (Will I survive?) Or will I die? (Or will I die?)

That’s all I’m thinking ‘bout when I’m high (When I’m high)

‘Cause all I want is my piece of the pie (My pie)

Before I’m sitting up in the skies, yo

Will I survive? (Will I survive?) Or will I die? (Or will I die?)

That’s all I’m thinking ‘bout when I’m high (That’s all I’m thinking ‘bout)

‘Cause all I want is my piece of the pie (All I want is my pie)

Before I’m sitting up in the skies, yo

Ayyo, this world’s

Foul like a white man fucking a slave. These days

Brothers is cutting up each other with blades. If life’s fair

Why do people gotta suffer with AIDS?

That’s the coming of age, the last page in the book of life

I take a look at Christ, picture, paint it, write it in white

I pay the price, tears flow days and nights through my eyes

Years go by. I try to make it right, and I know

Satan’s light glow upon this evil country

Ten Percent believe in God, the rest believe in money

Invest in nuclear weapons, but can’t feed the hungry

Lord, what do you want from me? I know that man breed

The ugliest of all sins. Are we condemned to

A life sentence until we die? Then resurrect

Back to the high Heavens? Life is a lesson

Persistence overcomes resistance, but what’s the point of a

Human existence if it’s so crucial to live in this world?

Will I survive? (Survive) Or will I die? (Or will I die?)

That’s all I’m thinking ‘bout when I’m high (‘Cause when I’m high)

‘Cause all I want is my piece of the pie (My pie)

Before I’m sitting up in the skies, yo (Ayyo)

Will I survive? (Will I survive?) Or will I die? (Or will I die?)

That’s all I’m thinking ‘bout when I’m high (That’s all I’m thinking ‘bout)

‘Cause all I want is my piece of the pie (My pie)

Before I’m sitting up in the skies. It’s Mr. Voo

A child is born with no state of mind

Blind to the ways of mankind

God is frowning on you, but, on his face, he got a grin ‘cause only

God knows the evil that dwell within men

Time and time again, as I pick up the pen, my thoughts

Mix up and blend, and my mind starts envisioning

Perilous streets, where terrorist beasts roll like a shady crew

In navy-blue, fuck with who they want, so be careful ‘cause

It may be you, and baby crews turn from brats to brutes

With gats to shoot, trying hard to earn their attributes. The crime

Participants welfare recipients, fiends reminiscing ‘bout

Supreme Magnetic, Killer Ben, and 50 Cent. Ain’t no

Honor among thieves, the sharks, and piranhas

Snakes and iguanas with mad tricks up their sleeves

Chop the bodies found beneath the trees, sticks, and leaves. I wanna

Pick up and leave. It’s hard to believe

Digest and dine. Another friend of mine I see dry

While these **** steady fronting, trying to play big pie. The world

Is filled with ups and downs, ringleaders and circus clowns

Dick-beaters that jerk around I’m trying to work around

One man can turn the world around—that’s true, but, still

Mr. Voo must throw down for his crown

Will I survive? (Will I survive?) Or will I die? (Or will I die?)

That’s all I’m thinking ‘bout when I’m high (When I’m high)

‘Cause all I want is my piece of the pie (My pie)

Before I’m sitting up in the skies, yo

Will I survive? (Will I survive?) Or will I die? (Or will I die?)

That’s all I’m thinking ‘bout when I’m high (That’s all I’m thinking ‘bout)

‘Cause all I want is my piece of the pie (All I want is my pie)

Before I’m sitting up in the skies, yo

We’re getting motherfucking high

We’re getting motherfucking high

We’re getting motherfucking high

We’re getting motherfucking high

We’re getting motherfucking high

Raise your lighters in the air, ha

And get motherfucking high

Yo, raise your lighters in the air, haha

And get motherfucking high

Raise your lighters in the air

And get motherfucking high

Raise your lighters in the air

And get motherfucking high

What?

What?

M-V-E-E-double-O (Ha)

And the L-S-W-I-F-T

A-dash-B-U-double-T-A

Get high. NE

We’re getting motherfucking high

We’re getting motherfucking high

We’re getting motherfucking high

Natural Elements forever, y’all. Peace

L-Swift: Will I survive? Or will I die?

Mr. Voodoo: Aight

L-Swift: My piece of the pie. Yeah

Now I lay me down to sleep

Pray to the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

Pray to the Lord my soul to take

(Now I lay me down to sleep)

Pray to the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

Pray to the Lord my soul to keep

L-Swift: Word up. Kendu. Uh, uh, word

Mr. Voodoo: It’s Natural Elements. ’97 for the 2G’s beyond, y’all

A-Butta: Natural Elements forever, y’all. Peace