Introduction - Allure

Welcome to the world of Track Masters

Where the flavor gods are always watching

(I don’t think they’re ready)

Drama, yeah, prepare yourself for a new millennium in sound

I mean a place where only Allure can get down

(Ooh, woo, yeah)

Hmph, can you feel me?

I mean these sisters sing like canaries

And look tasty like French Pastry

If you know what I mean, daddy

One time, yeah

You see there are four elements to Allure

That’s Linnie, Lalisha, Akissa, and Alia

(Ahoo, give it to me, baby)

And if you don’t dig this mess

You got the wrong damn address

Can ya feel me?

Allure!

Get it right, cognac for inner sight

Fuck the chaser, I lust for paper

React when shit is tight

Seeking chronic Q.B., my fleet speak ebonics

Contemplate blowing slugs or leaving beef behind us

Optimism watch box out for opposition

Five percent discipline, play the cut

My rocks glisten

What’s become of me

Pursue my dremas somewhat stubbornly

Runnin' from chick to chick

Trickin' mega currency, born to be rich

Somewhat distinguished to them younger cats

To satisfy they hunger, inhaling hundred sacks

But whose rules consume the savage beast

It’s Allure, the album (Nature)

The masterpiece

(It's Nature y’all, once again Nature)