Artifacts

Notty Headed Nigguhz

Artifacts


Tame One] 
Artifacts, check around my fuckin BLOCK, I X-Men like Cyclops 
When I lift my shades up, my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot 
But as is, my ad-libs, are more wicked than bad kids 
Ask Biz if Tame leaves marks like a shit skid 

[El Da Sensai] 
It's the Mister, on a mission mixer of the rougher 
Mix the snuff that get you up ? but no style is tougher 
I dismiss crews, I bruise, snooze ya losin 
Groovin provin I can do in men who went out smoother 
Artifact chart, my rap gat starts to battle 
Tracks be fat so who dat? Nigga I be through black 

[Tame One] 
I get biz on bitches, puff izz with my cousins 
Tame shit so wild, honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin 
I hit mad skins, then roll up bills on the reals 
My skills mad ill, but chill kid, everything's real 
from naps up top, down to the wrinkles in my Reeboks 
I'm up late like Leno playin demos from my toolbox 
My crew rocks, two blocks away from the buddha spot 
I'm out but don't get it fucked up, cause I wsnt you to rock 

[El Da Sensai] 
I come from the slums of New Jeruz I do bums 
who can't adapt no haps son, you know I close on caption 
You know this, boss niggaz like Lex to Mr. Otis 
You can't hold this BITCH I'm swift like a lotus 

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[Tame One] 
Well it's the wiseguy, who never did a driveby 
but I fly zones, and shine like chrome, on 7:35 
I, play my Hi-Fi, volume up sky high 
Talkin buddha thai, don't bother tryin to fascinate my eye 
I got 20/20 like Baba Wawa on a Friday 
Buy my tape, so I can put a Cruiser in my driveway 
Say hi Tame, pass the dutch so I can take a puff 
of Born Cypher Cypher Master, I never get enough 
No curls, no braids, peasy heads still get paid 
Smokin sassy-frassy, that grows free, in the Everglades 
and get lit, trip up on the phone and talk some sex shit 
But that's some next shit, yo peace I'm out to the exit 

[El Da Sensai] 
It's the funky Mister Ripper split your ass 
Quick-fast, you never outlast the outcast 
I'm stompin weak-ass niggaz, so ready let's go 
I gas up a skit, I got the snaps on the petrol 
I'm never fake I break the funk breaks I'm breakin 
MC El create the styles that brothers ain't makin 
To go past the end I run you over like a semi 
Remember I be the guy, who's fuckin up your shit I, 
be the one to call myself def in any program 
Scan my battleplan before I step into a jam 
I cross the major diction when fixed I'm a rap magician 
You keep fishin for rhythms while I'm puffin on the ism 
A Ford Explore, the rap tour, comin through ya door 
One two three PEACE, I'm out for ninety-four