Unreleased Tommy Boy LP Untitled Track 15: Ain’t Nothing Changed (?)

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[Emcee(s): A-Butta, Mr. Voodoo, and L-Swift]
[Producer(s): [?]]

[Intro: Mr. Voodoo]
Ain’t nothing changed

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo, (L-Swift), and {A-Butta}]
Ain’t nothing changed
(Relax with that), {look and see the shines}
Ladies, (we max with that), {take ‘em three at a time}.  We be
(The trinity), {NE, we divine}.  In this game
(We never lose) {‘cause we’re three of a kind}

[Verse 1: A-Butta]
Ayyo, ain’t nothing changed
But trinity flows to rupture your brain. Combine
Three minds, we’re one and the same, thrilling these hoes
It’s all said and done in the end. Fucking her friend
But she still say she coming again. Ice-cold, life
Goes on, thinking, “Where did I go wrong?” The cognac
Got me acting like a hypochondriac
This weed sack? Then let’s light this traum and live
Happily ever after. Bitches after me
Triple-X and sex—you could ask us. See through
Hoes like I’m LensCrafter, connect internet-style
Through webmasters. Next chapters, we flip
Pages, click gauges, and rip stages
Pray for my foes like saving nations. Lay with them hoes
‘Cause every day is Vegas, lights flashing
With my passion for rapping, only a matter of time
Before I start acting, but, still…

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo, (L-Swift), and {A-Butta}] (x2)
Ain’t nothing changed
(Relax with that), {look and see the shines}
Ladies, (we max with that), {take ‘em three at a time}. We be
(The trinity), {NE, we divine}. In this game
(We never lose) {‘cause we’re three of a kind}

[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]
I let
The nine pop despicably in rivalries
My lines drop unpredictably like the ivory
You lying cops can’t convict me—got privacy. What’s on your
Mind, hops? Think you be more live than me? I make your
Spine hot, your fate fiery, in a
Pine box, court case my diary, reads
“Robbery, extortion, robbery,” the list goes on
Nothing change, this shit goes on. It’s just the
Crime spree, do crime with ease, my grimies and me’s
Conjoined like we’re Siamese. When I die, bury me
And body bag’s my coat. Smoke a bag ‘til it’s a roach
I’m Captain Toast. Get clapped, you’re toast
Now what emcee gets ass the most? Blast gats the most?
Gets cash the most? Use caps to ghost? Your ass get roast
Sixteen blow you to smithereens
Give me the cream, and fuck the in-between

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo, (L-Swift), and {A-Butta}] (x2)
Ain’t nothing changed
(Relax with that), {look and see the shines}
Ladies, (we max with that), {take ‘em three at a time}. We be
(The trinity), {NE, we divine}. In this game
(We never lose) {‘cause we’re three of a kind}

[Verse 3: L-Swift]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, any
Cats from NE show you game you could run on a hooker
Three of us looked, but none of us took her
Told the bitch, “Sit on the speaker and cum on the woofer”
When we’re on the air, blaze up and lounge in a chair
We could even have a ganja affair with no fucking
Just smoking. Occasional touching could bust open
And proceed to something else. It’s weed and nothing else
I breathe a couple breaths. Indeed, I cut your flesh
With double-edged blades. You breadknife status
Plus you scared like you saw blue-and-red light flashing
Slash a nigga telephone-style and step right past him
Like I never seen it. You talk shit but never mean it
Obsolete like leathers in Phoenix or a sweater in Egypt
Ill from the start, so check for the thesis
You in character—most niggas’ll never believe it
You should be yourself, open your eyes, see for yourself, nigga
Free yourself, drink ‘til you pee on yourself. You only
Pray when you pleading for help—see if it help. While I
Flip a scroll, some niggas scared, some niggas bold. Yeah, I’m
Young, but my spirit is old. Yeah

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo, (L-Swift), and {A-Butta}] (x2)
Ain’t nothing changed
(Relax with that), {look and see the shines}
Ladies, (we max with that), {take ‘em three at a time}. We be
(The trinity), {NE, we divine}. In this game
(We never lose) {‘cause we’re three of a kind}

[Outro: Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, and A-Butta]
Mr. Voodoo: Ain’t nothing changed
L-Swift: Relax with that, I’ll smack your back. Fuck all that, you know?
A-Butta: Look and see the shines. Take ‘em three at a time
Mr. Voodoo: Word up, word up, ain’t nothing changed. We’re on time, we’re on this track, three of a kind. Three of a kind
L-Swift: Yeah, Natural Elements
Mr. Voodoo: Three of a kind to make a royal flush, you know’m saying?
A-Butta: And a pair of nuts
Mr. Voodoo: We’re always winning this
A-Butta: Word up
L-Swift: Uh, yeah. Let it flow. Yeah, yeah. Ha! Yeah, word
Mr. Voodoo: No doubt, [?] in the house. Yo, yo, yo
A-Butta: We shine, we’re three of a kind. The trinity, nigga
Mr. Voodoo: Fat shit. Fat shit
L-Swift: You got to feel it, yo