Yes Yes Y’all

Natural Elements (ft. L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo) - “Yes Yes Y’all”
[Emcee(s): L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]

[Hook: L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo]
[L-Swift]
Yo, it’s
The L (Baby, baby). Well, it’s the L (Baby, baby). Ayyo
I’ll rock the mic well ‘cause it’s the L (Baby, baby). Yo, it’s
The L (Baby, baby). Well, it’s the L (Baby, baby). Ayyo
I’ll rock the mic well ‘cause it’s the L (Baby)
[Mr. Voodoo]
It’s Mr. Voo (Who?). It’s Mr. Voo (Who?). It’s Mr
Voo, and wack rappers I’m running through (True)
It’s Mr. Voo (Who?). It’s Mr. Voo (Who?). It’s Mr
Voo, and wack rappers I’m running through

[Verse 1: L-Swift]
Ayyo, call this
The chemistry ‘cause I’ll put together lyrics and formulas
My chemical symbol is my mental while you stay simple, but
The compounds of molecules combines our hustle, yo
Whenever something bubbles slow, it’s V-double-O-double-O
So whenever I’m bringing the trouble flow, I’m letting the lyrics free
Never the gimmicks, see? Physically, when I be kicking the flows, you mimic me
Critics be dissing, but my styles change up like biological
Succession. Some brothers must [?] ‘cause I’ll bust blessings in
My verses. The flows are deadly like methamphetamine
Which means I wreck the scene just to collect respect and green. I’m on time
Just like attractions, [?], which makes
Me hard like metamorphic rocks. The mic? I’ll pass it off and stop

[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]
V-O-O-D-O-O
Got more flow than a menstruating ho
Sole originator of the flavor. Many imi-
-tate what I innovate when I inundate. My extra
Density makes me hard to penetrate. Crowds
Venerate the way I denigrate with the pen and plate. When
Voodoo raps, [?] catch cuckoo caps in the booty
Crack. They wouldn’t kick with me—not even for a Scooby Snack
Poom-pooms die when I boom-boom-bye. I
Pack iron [?] on a lion
It’s gonna be you in there. You won’t even be [?]—just
Kapow! Chow, baby, [?], so
Whoever claim they’re rougher, tougher, I’ll carve ya
Stuff your structure like Thanksgiving supper
I’ll break tapes to a jam or lick shots and lay
Waste to a jam. Now let me tell you who I am:
I’m Mr. Voodoo, a psychedelic illusion-
-ogenic, make it hectic just by scrambling up your whole
Genetics ‘cause I shoot the gift as if it was an an-
-esthetic. Let it sink in—now everything is co-
-pacetic. It’s like a lethal dose of sugar to a di-
-abetic. I am poetic, and you are just
Pathetic, and if you still don’t get it, my one
And only mayne Macaroni Mayhem’s gonna wreck it

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo and (L-Swift)]
Well, it’s Mr
Voo (Who? Well, it’s the L), baby. It’s Mr
Voo (Who? Well, it’s the L), baby. It’s Mr
Voo (Who? Well, it’s the L), baby. It’s Mr
Voo (Who? Well, it’s the L), baby