Natural Elements
Feel
Natural Elements - “Feel”
[Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo), Swigga (AKA L-Swift), and Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)]
[Producer(s): Haydn Davies]

[Intro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Yeah, it’s a feeling. Can’t explain it. It’s organic, it’s not mechanic

[Verse 1: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Spider Sense tingling, what I write’s the mingling of flow
And snow-white-slinging. A fiend, I can’t fight the feeling.  Cool J
Got their earrings jingling, I bang the pimp stick like
Morris Day ‘til I see asses wiggling, titties jiggling
These nigglings, falcon-bird-ass n***as, sidekicks winking
Don’t worry. What you’re feeling right now is pride stinging
My hustle is pure, organic musculature
Volcanic, y’all panic when it erupts from the core. It’s lava spit
Convert to JavaScript from the grovel, hit the predator
The prey victimized, it evict your whole persona flick
We’re crabs in a barrel, but a crab live in the sand, travel
Overseas, so how a barrel where a crab supposed to be?
But we could all be like our ancestors used to
One big bowl of egusi with some fufu
Feeling powerful like that night my man Kev
Hand me the MAC but I handed that shit back

[Interlude 1: Swigga (AKA L-Swift) and Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Swigga (AKA L-Swift): Tell me how you (“feel”)
Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo): Nah, man, I ain’t feeling that. I don’t want that. I just got a bad feeling about it, man
Swigga (AKA L-Swift): NE for life! Yeah. Uh. Tell me how you (“feel”)

[Verse 2: Swigga (AKA L-Swift)]
I feel like we could never be tarnished, or we’re
Tossing your torso and throw your head in the garbage (Fuck out of here)
That’s the type of shit I’m on when I get mega retarded (Yup)
That’s the other side of my Gemini, a separate artist (Than who?)
Than the one you used to hear—that’s music to your ears (Yeah) that give you
Beautiful souvenirs to move you through the years. They’re like
“Fuck is you doing here?” Musical chairs switch for us
The music never stopped—it’s just you didn’t hear shit
Sit (Ha!) and you gon’ fall on your ass ‘cause we
Occupied all the seats before you walked into class. We feel
The verses are the science and the chorus is math
Our autograph shouldn’t be sold—it’s worth more than just cash
Bash. Feel like it’s hieroglyphics on the pyramid
Walls (Or?) or pyrotechnics on your living room
Floor (Who you with?). I’m with a psychotech geek that’ll get rid of
You all (When?) before I finish the call. Gone!

[Interlude 2: Swigga (AKA L-Swift) and Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)]
Swigga (AKA L-Swift): Tell me how you (“feel”)
Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta): Yeah, I’ma go left with this one. I’m gonna take this somewhere else—that’s how I’m feeling. Nah’mean?
[Verse 3: Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta)]
She did me like
A Garbage Pail Kid—(“How’s that?”)—she blew my head off. Let’s get
Stoned ‘til Infinity like Thanos in the Avengers
I’m a professional menace to sentences. These phrases
I create? I hold dear, no venison
Supply the city with energy—F Con Edison
He stole from Nikolas Tesla, but shit is whatever
My conspiracy theory train of thought starts rambling
You all yap and no action, raps made up like Hamilton
A fraction of my imagination is being wasted
By the mundane surroundings that I’m placed in, but I’ll make the most
Of NE’s situation, I’m facing reality
It’s partly our own creation, it’s what we perceive to be real
And that’s how I’ve been feeling lately
Artificial intelligence mainly, it’s Westworld
Meets The Matrix, crazy—that’s how I feel
My blue Ewings from France? They’re fly as fuck. Sneakerheads
Stop me in the street to flick it up. Heads still
Pay us respect from “Live It Up.” If you don’t know, then
Ask someone or look it up. The dictation
Is St. Anthony—that’s my favorite book

[Outro: Swigga (AKA L-Swift)]
Tell me how you (“feel”)
Tell me how you (“feel”)