Kunci: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
F
[El
Dm
Bb
F
Dm
Da Sensai]
Gm
Dm
Artifacts be the best in this MC fest
Rest any intentions we here
to mention we the fresh
Am
Newark natives, Polo king bringin the zing
Dm
to your Walkman, check
it how we talk and sing
Gm
Dm
Breakin that thing, lyrical jackin, mackin
All so- called cypher rappin
niggaz I'm smackin
Gm
No tricks with fits inflict the hurt
To never make the wack jams,
to my peers I promise
Atomic, yet,
niggaz gonna have to respect
what we're bringin to the table check
F
Dm
my dialect
Alphabeta, wetta, than
your man who says he can
take a whole block,
we put that ass on lock and
Styles be groovy,
Gm
E
fake niggaz can't fool me
Dm
cause I'm a fly brown brother
and you can't school me
Tools be, always sharpened
Gm
Dm
for MC's that be startin
up shit, and can't fuck with,
this rap sargeant
Gm
Dm
Bluffin, talkin bout nothin, in fact
These crews be wack, so may I ask,
where yo skillz at?
Chorus
F
Dm
Verse 2
F
[Tame One]
Dm
It's no doubt what I'm about bustin
yo shit out with my lyrical
Smokin botanicals I be the man
that makes the miracles
Dm
see me on TV and on CD
smokin beadies in 3- D doin graffiti
My mechanical style,
interlocks rocks and shocks
cause I'm hot,
X marks the spot like Sadat watch
I'm so tight with mine,
Gm
Dm
nickel and dime rhymers
are smokin one quarter pushin
Am
Dm
off the corner from foul line
Prime time teams rewind
and can't find mine
They all left behind because
my rhymes lack guidelines
Wings get pushed back from
hairlines to asscracks
So check ASCAP, on Artifacts
soundtracks
Gm
Dm
So act ill, I can peel a skill like fresh bills
Crack a rapper like a Phills I smack
more ass than Benny Hill
but chill a minute,
Gm
Dm
I'm all up in it infinite potential
Newark,
Jew Jersey resedential areas I turn to burial plots
for MC's, who don't believe
what I conceive
Or leave a whole team speechless,
Am
Dm
gettin jives to Chucky Cheese
I'm like Jesus to the mic,
Gm
Dm
write My Life out like Mary
I'm oh- Blige- d to J. any ghetto
queen that's sanitary
Don't play me too close,
Gm
Dm
you'll get roasted by the human torch
from Newark,
I'm blowin up spots without tour support
Gm
I distort thoughts, with izm sticks and quarts
E
Dm
Laughin at rappers who come at me
in soft packs like Newports
Gm
I walk that talk, get down an d dirty
That's why I'm still fat, beef kill that,
nigga where yo skillz at?
F
Dm
G
Chorus
Dm
[El Da
Verse 3
F
Sensai]
Dm
But, back to the subject at hand
Peep my battle plan and I'll
be forced to chop that hand
Gm
off soft brothers yo they can't
the pressure,
prepare the stretcher and the Dristan
Gm
Dm
Cause in nine- six, these MC's can't miss
If you purchase this,
then you see why brothers kinda pissed it's
the Mr. Flip Lipper always stayin dipped
Always talkin shit,
always hittin hallways and shit
Verse 4
Dm
[Tame One]
I play the parks after dark and spark
L's until my head bust
and then bust,
plus when I get dusted you'll get messed up
Rollin with razors neighbors hate
me cause I'm famous
Tame is accurate back with battle
raps fat like battleships
Constantly open like a hood
rat that's smokin
Got bitches in Hoboken
overdosin off my potions
Wet like oceans,
G
Dm
my notebook looks at rocious
Be dissin vocal coaches I don't let
them hit my roaches
G
I handle my Biz like Warner
E
Dm
Brothers be on the corner talkin gossip,
hot cause they ain't got shit
Watch this... where yo skillz at nigga?
Outro 1
Chorus
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