I’m Not Sure Anymore

Natural Elements - “I’m Not Sure Anymore”
[Emcee(s): A-Butta, L-Swift, and Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): [?]]

[Hook: L-Swift]
I’m not
Sure anymore, more
Who’s knocking at my door, door (A-who that?), and if
You wan’ flex with me crew (Bounce), you have to see
A (And), Swift (And), and Voo (And), Voo, and now you
Shudder see me or mine, mine (Shudder!)
And y’all bleed ‘til the day we die, die (Ah), and all
Them kids, them we don’t go (Don’t go), and all
The gangster, we don’t know (Don’t know)

[Verse 1: A-Butta]
Yo, y’all niggas
Stink like shit on your drawers. We stick whores
Who don’t think right, quick on the draw, kick in the door
With no invite—been here before. Swift roll a
Spliff tight, yo—give me some more. V-double-O
Oh, blow your derringers off. Hoes go loco
Blowing my genitals off. Sinister thoughts while I’m
Smoking endo, poking my dome out a limo window
Stroking nymphomaniac—way she gave me that
Cranium, she must have been a braniac. I pack
Weight on my sack and rap great on a track
Niggas hate me for that, bitches gave me for that
You copy the way that I act. Cocky is so
Not me, I lay in the back. Nah, I be the Don Juan
Even in Hong Kong, freaks hop on my wanton
To San Juan Beach with Iris Chacóns
Beady-eye, fry weed in a bong and sings songs like

[Bridge: A-Butta with Additional Vocals by L-Swift]
This is my Element clique, forever we hit
Bent off of Hennessey mixed with V8 Splash
Go on a heavier trip while we blaze hash
This is my Element clique

[Verse 2: L-Swift]
Yo, yo, you know
The flow ill enough to start wars with Kosovo
And Serbia, bang in suburbia—told you so
Hold a quote like freedom of press—need I regress?
I see the stress, see me in life, see me in death, see me
For rights or see me with lefts, it’s all gravy
I brawl, baby. Niggas ain’t messing with y’all lady
I reflect off the Sun and bounce energy back
Deflect off my gun, I bounce enemies back
You count plenty of stacks? Me, son, too. Ayyo
You found a twenty of dank? V-ooh-ooh, I’m feeling this
Feeling this little clit ridiculous, I do shows
In my Timberlands and my Gilligan’s fisherman (What?)

[Hook: L-Swift]
I’m not
Sure anymore, more (I’m not sure anymore)
Who’s knocking at my door, door (A-who that?), and if
You wan’ flex with me crew (With me crew), you have to see
A, Swift, and Voo, Voo, and now you
Shudder see me or mine, mine (Shudder!)
And y’all bleed ‘til the day we die, die, and all
Them kids, them we don’t go (We don’t go), and all
The gangster, we don’t know

[Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo]
Who can it be knocking
At my door? Friend or enemy or the law
With the Kennedy conspiracy? I don’t wanna
Live no more. Picture me dragged to the pen, I blast
Shottie frags, and we’ll all leave in body bags. Right now
I’m caught in a trife plan to shorten my lifespan
Fuck getting sent up north in an orange-and-white van
I’m just another brother lost, holding a pistol to
My head like Dr. Dre on the cover of The Source, tortured
By paranoid thoughts, I blaze the dubs, rain
Or sub, throwing names in clubs. Niggas playing tough, I’m
Testing your heart like a cardiologist, smacking you
Femme brothers like I’m misogynist. Ain’t no
Dodging this when I start feeding talons to my gun
Aim where the target is and leave it bleeding. L and I
Stay wet like pH balance. Mr. Voo
‘Bout to blow out his brains and waste all his talents

[Hook: L-Swift]
I’m not
Sure anymore, more (I’m not sure anymore)
Who’s knocking at my door, door (Who-a knock at me door?), and if
You wan’ flex with me crew, you have to see
A (A), Swift (Swift), and Voo (And Voo), Voo, and now you
Shudder see me or mine, mine (Me or mine)
And y’all bleed ‘til the day we die, die (‘Til the day we’re dead!), and all
Them kids, them we don’t go (We don’t go), and all
The gangster, we don’t know (We don’t know). I’m not
Sure anymore, more (Eh)
Who’s knocking at my door, door (A-who that?), and if
You wan’ flex with me crew (Me crew), you have to see
A, Swift, and Voo, Voo, and now you
Shudder see me or mine, mine (Oh gosh!)
And y’all bleed ‘til the day we die, die (Oh gosh!), and all
Them kids, them we don’t go (We don’t go), and all
The gangster, we don’t know (We don’t know)

[Hook: L-Swift]
I’m not
Sure anymore, more
Who’s knocking at my door, door, and if
You wan’ flex with me crew, you have to see
A, Swift, and Voo, Voo, and now you
Shudder see me or mine, mine…