Life Ain’t Fair (Original)

By Natural Elements

On Rare Demos and Old Undaground

Released on 1995

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Natural Elements (ft. K.A., Mr. Voodoo, and L-Swift) - “Life Ain’t Fair (Original)”


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


[Producer(s): Kosi]


[Intro: Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, and K.A.]

Mr. Voodoo: Yo, yo, you know’m saying? We got Mr. Voo, we got L-Swift, K.A., you know’m saying? And we gon’ get down like this, you nah’mean? Aight? Check it out

L-Swift: What up, kid? Aight. NE, haha. Word up

K.A.: Yo, K.A.. Y’all feel this, man. Let me tell y’all how it started. Shit


[Verse 1: K.A.]

The summer of ‘72

Indeed, slipped out of moms as a black seed. Around that time

Pops was locked, he got caught stealing shit he need. They both

Pulled on that weed, fucked with other types of illicit drugs, no passion

To live ‘cause it’s bugged, role models was the corner thugs with different-color

Suede PUMAs on their feet, and their shorties was looking sweet. Now

Most of these niggas memories is stains in the street, but back then

I didn’t give a fuck. My dream was to be on their team, get to

Bully kids off my ass, don’t want some tail-whipped G’s, but pop dukes

Is out of jail, the nigga arms is type swell. He trying to

Get shit in his math, but if it’s a class, this nigga failed. Wasn’t trying

To hear some man I met this year coming, making rules. Ended up

In alternative, sliced three heads in two different schools. Niggas is fools

They know I’m Asian, using a razor. Was a

Teenager with a pager, and pretty girls tasting my flavor

‘Cause I’m handling new hustle, stealing, scrambling, gambling. Years have

Gone since I wrote. Non-thoro, with-diamond-pendants-dangling niggas I’m

Strangling ‘cause, if figures don’t add up quick, my chickens battle for shit

With moms frustrated ‘cause I didn’t become a graduate. Imagine in

Thirty years, taking Geritol pills and body got the chills

How the hell you gon’ pay medical bills, and you ain’t got no computer skills? Get your

Shit together


[Hook: K.A.]

Life ain’t fair, you’re only here for a minute

So I want the world and everything in it. If you was stuck

In the dark, most likely I did it, and if you got

Thoughts of sabotaging me, you better quit it. Ayyo

Life ain’t fair, you’re only here for a minute

So I want the world and everything in it. If you was stuck

In the dark, most likely I did it, and if you got

Thoughts of sabotaging me, you better quit it


[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]

Let us

Begin with the Elements: mic, girls, and green, a schizo-

-phrenic teen with a get-rich-quick scheme. The mo-

-tivation is the cream—rather, the lust of. Started righteous

And just never cussed up, but the streets must have

Infected my mind ‘cause now my only medication is

A bag of meditation, cashflow with no hesitation

Each day brings me closer to that destination. Any

Man that stands in the way of my plans face calamity

Mr. Voodoo will lace up your whole anatomy

Closed-caskets, rose baskets to your family

The place I stay looks like one great, big alleyway, but I stay

Holding while you lay folding, swollen, molding, and dying

Trying to make a million’s hard when reptilian niggas change

Colors like chameleons. I like what I got, but still

Feel I deserve more, hate being dirt-poor

That’s what I did my dirt for. ‘Cause I was put on Earth for

Casino-bet-covering, fly-girl-loving, getting

Bent up ‘til my spirit’s sent up, hovering


[Hook: Mr. Voodoo]

‘Cause life ain’t fair, you’re only here for a minute

So I want the world and everything in it. If your

Female is stuck, most likely I did it

Fat lyrics and skills, Mr. Voo’s coming with it, yo

Life ain’t fair, you’re only here for a minute

So I want the world and everything in it. If your

Female is stuck, most likely I did it

Fat lyrics and skills, Mr. Voodoo’s coming with it, yeah


[Verse 3: L-Swift]

My life

Consists of struggling. Straight-up, I be just hustling for cash, pa

I stuck niggas for new chains in the last car of the two-train

Telling different bitches the new name every time I met one

A few months down the line, I tell ‘em the correct one. In my

Section, I was rarely seen unless my pay was right

I was chilling, sipping Cisco, and breaking night. But, see

I keep my contemplations focused. My niggas I used to approach with

“I gots to get paid ‘cause fuck this broke shit.” I’ll be struggling

‘Til the minute my number’s pulled, but until my death day

Kid, I gots to get paid, live wonderful. My mother used to tell me

“Listen to what the Lord say,” but, instead, I was with my clique

Sticking foes up in broad day, working all kind of jobs

For small pay, but closed mouths don’t get fed, so at the end

Of the rainbow, I vision goldmines, but I’m constantly stressed

Sweated by po’-nine. Problems? I just be stuck in ‘em

Bitches? I don’t be trusting ‘em—neither niggas ‘cause, backstabbing snitches

Yo, I can’t fuck with none ‘cause, see, I think about

The days of past. I went to school, but experience was my major

Class, and, nowadays, I don’t trust anyone. And

I hope to see the age of twenty-one, kid. It goes:


[Hook: L-Swift]

Life ain’t fair, you’re only here for a minute

So I want the world and everything in it. If you

Got banged in your head, most likely I did it

And the reason that I’m on the streets is ‘cause I got acquitted, yo

Life ain’t fair, you’re only here for a minute

So I want the world and everything in it. If you

Got banged in your head, most likely I did it

And the reason that I’m on the streets is ‘cause I got acquitted, yo


[Outro: K.A., Mr. Voodoo, and L-Swift]

K.A.: Word, yo, it’s Natural Elements, you know’m saying? So that’s what we speak. Know’m saying? We’re fucking wild, man. Niggas’ll leak, man. From Brooklyn to the Bronx, niggas’ll get stomped, you know’mean? That’s how we do. Know’m saying? That’s how we feeling, that’s how we do

Mr. Voodoo: Word up, you know’mean? Natural El’ in the house, kid, you know’m saying? Yo, we guarantee you lost. Word up, kid. Air that, kid, air that, kid. And what? And what? And what? And what? Word up, y’all. Word up, yo. Yo, you can’t dead that

L-Swift: Uh, no question. Uh huh. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Uh huh. Kosi, baby, baby! What you want, kid? Life ain’t fair, son. Life ain’t fair, life ain’t fair, son. Life ain’t fair. What? Life ain’t fair, yo, life ain’t fair