Funny you say that... I'm a 90s baby, I love telling people of how I used crate surf... Basically with A stupid amount of left mouse clicks in the related side bar... On RU-vid, in its golden years.
The original members in 1990-92. The studio was based in the Bronx, NY. Uptown Gunther ave. Popa Voodoo (Rapper)- Brooklyn L- swift (Rapper) - Bronx, moved to MT Vernon. Timothy X(Rapper) - Brooklyn Old-E- (Rapper)Brooklyn Rap Master Rob ski-(Rapper) Bronx Dante- (Rapper)Bronx Charlemagne- (Top Producer) music style: Pete rock and more.. Seth- (Producer)Bronx Vidal- (CEO of Fotress Records)Bronx and later on the line up changed. But this is the official original Natrual Elements crew of the early 90's The record lable used to be called Fortress Records. Just a piece of Natrual Element History for yall..
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[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo] I was Standing on the corner, just-a wasting my time when I realized I was the king of the rhyme. I got On the microphone to let niggas see supremacy Is my legacy, my weaponry’s besting niggas In telepathy. I’m more untouchable than leprosy Come off wretchedly with lyrics filled with lechery So don’t step to me with treachery. Rapper after rapper I consecutively blow out their trajectory Perspectively, I’m nice, but I hate to brag, and if Mics were a gun, then mine’s a .45 mag Niggas that are snitches are really bitches in drag Swig ‘til I swag, sizzle my brain, die and go On to another plane. Out of nowhere I came Pack flame with the Lee Harvey Oswald-type aim My sounds be booming, flows are consuming like I’m not human Not normal, not mortal, but cybernetic Lyrics embedded, ready to set it, so whoever steps here Is getting shredded from the right to the left ear I’m so cool, I got formaldehyde in my vein My flow is hemlock, leaving wack emcees slain [Hook: L-Swift, K.A., Mr. Voodoo, and A-Butta] [L-Swift and (K.A.)] I got it Hemmed up, kid. (I got it locked down). Yo, I got it Hemmed up, kid. (I got it locked down). Check it, I got it Hemmed up, kid. (I got it locked down). Word up, I got it Hemmed up, kid. (I got it locked down) [Mr. Voodoo and (A-Butta)] So taste the hemlock, y’all. Taste the hemlock (Right, right) A taste of hemlock, y’all. Taste the hemlock (Right, right) A taste of hemlock, y’all. Taste the hemlock (Right, right) A taste of hemlock, y’all. Taste the hemlock (Right, right) [Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo] I’m catching FCC fines for foul thoughts on my mind Dangerous like a ride on the G Line, relying on lines That make niggas feline ‘cause their flows is type benign Mr. Voodoo kicks behind simply with fly rhymes that I’m Using, I be bruising, causing multiple contusions, live in Constant confusion, street fights with bloody conclusions Don’t sell niggas illusions. A nine’s my solution Heads I truly fry, niggas I cootchify, bag their honeys If they’re cutie-pies, leave it alone if the cooty fries Criminal activity holds me in captivity With smooth rap flow, I cap a capo, I control A crowd like F.O.I. when I’m dropping meteors And you won’t see me on TV in bikini drawers Or hard-rock clothes, singing like a pussy-whipped hoe. As I grow My genesis makes peace to friends and instant nemesis My dome explodes emcees, feed on the flow like photosynthesis, son You know the prophet who gets biz on any topic Shoot rap, grab my profit. Fucking with me is toxic ‘cause : L-Swift, K.A., Mr. Voodoo, and A-Butta] [L-Swift and (K.A.)] I got it Hemmed up, kid. (I got it locked down). Check it, I got it Hemmed up, kid. (I got it locked down). Word up, I got it Hemmed up, kid. (I got it locked down). Peep it, I got it Hemmed up, kid. (I got it locked down) [Mr. Voodoo and (A-Butta)] So taste the hemlock, y’all. Taste the hemlock (Right, right) A taste of hemlock, y’all. Taste the hemlock (Right, right) A taste of hemlock, y’all. Taste the hemlock (Right, right) A taste of hemlock, y’all. Taste the hemlock (Right, right) [Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo] I’m di- -ssecting the vital organs of once-dope Emcees who have now gone-a foreign. They used to be hardcore When the dough started pouring, they turned into A bunch of suited-up penguins in glittering sequin Rap’s last beacon, what I speak weakens knees of deacons, I make Type-O flow to streets. Who flows to beats? The Mr V-double-O-D-O-twice, repeats Macho like Hector Drink devils’ nectar, then play D.L. like a defector Mental receptors is setting off metal detectors Snake’s bane in my vein makes me a nerve-wrecker, master A racket like Boris Becker. Lethal lecture? I pack it Then bust the fatness that’s most emphatic. Emcees with wackness Is getting more shots in the back than a faggot I steal and rob before I kneel and bob for mass appeal Still got it locked like N.A. Rock hold down the block So know your limit, find someone else’s flow to mimic, sing A soldier’s hymn like Folgers, fill me up to the brim Drop a gem rock and caramelize limbs with the hemlock ook: L-Swift, K.A., Mr. Voodoo, and A-Butta] [L-Swift and (K.A.)] I got it Hemmed up, kid. (I got it locked down). Word up, I got it Hemmed up, kid. (I got it locked down). Peep it, I got it Hemmed up, kid. (I got it locked down). Word up, I got it Hemmed up, kid. (I got it locked down) [Mr. Voodoo and (A-Butta)] So taste the hemlock, y’all. Taste the hemlock (Right, right) A taste of hemlock, y’all. Taste the hemlock (Right, right) A taste of hemlock, y’all. Taste the hemlock (Right, right) A taste of hemlock, y’all. Taste the hemlock (Right, right) [Outro: Mr. Voodoo] Yeah, this is Mr. Voodoo. Wanna send a shout-out to the Fortress family. Peace to my man Charlemagne. Peace to man Big TIM. Peace to my man G-Blass. Peace to L-Swift, K.A., my man Howie Smalls. Peace to man Koran. Peace to Uptown. Peace to my man Craig. Peace to Brooklyn. Peace to everyone out there that keep it real. And I’m out
Every time I listen to this song I think about 2013 hanging out with my homies in the old ram about to grab some OG to burn up with my homies. Even though my homie isn’t here in the physical anymore every time I play this it takes me back to the moments in time when he was. Rip Ruben
fuck the views.. thats how music doesnt get played out like the radio .. if you want everyone to know then it would lose its value.. fuck the radio fuck the system shut up and listen. Relic One ur local graff artist ! 1 Luv
@coldrockdaspot TRUST me on this I have the cassette tape from 1994 , where Dj 279 on Choice FM in London played "Hemlock" and "Running from my Magic" back to back . Maybe it wasn't released then but that's when I heard it first
Yo guys who’s Charlemagne? My guy also produced halfway thugs by cnn too which is fire! Can’t find anything about him on the net..been years I been looking
