- Artifacts CMO那位IT大git down 歌詞
- Artifacts
- 製作人: Redman/T. Ray
[Chorus]Cmon wit da cmon, git down wit da git down*4
[Verse 1: El Da Sensei]Cmon and get down with that Artifacts sound
Where kids get wreck and, the beats bound to pound
Were strolling through the industry, B
See we gotta be, the next shit that kicks, cause brothers aint got it
In this rap shit, aint no time for the dilly-dally
Pally throw a match in the Gasoline Alley
Blew up mad spots, kids was jealous for the props
See the shit never stops, hops, just looking for my dillz-knot
Styles relate, never fake, broke breaks in every crate
Old freestyles and dirty ass copied-over tapes
Notify that; the Artifacts never slack
While crews is on stage wack, we just play the back
Now, the flip tripper ripper slits ya wit da mixture
All crews, who never paid dues, watch it fore I get ya
Cause nowadays, its da ways, of da underground
But theyre wack now , so cmon wit da git down
[Chorus]Cmon wit da cmon, git down wit da git down*4
[Verse 2: Tame One]You know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggas who heard of me
The half on the Artifacts in Jersey
Cause brothers be buggin, not givin love to the nuccas
Sayin **** us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers
Shootin me prison nobody listens to your dissin
Cause, yo, my shits legit and as a lyricist Im hittin
The high notes, so why dont, I smile when I take pictures?
'Cause now that I rock I got more niggas on my jock than bitches
I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness
But biters and backstabbin rappers dont even like us
But props due, peep The Source, Rap Pages and the Billboard
And read about the tours while you be flappin your jaws
I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad Street
Punks pop junk, Tame and Da Sensei leave em all beat
So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my shit sounds
Cmon wit da cmon, git down wit da git down
[Chorus]Cmon wit da cmon, git down wit da git down *4
[Verse 3: El da Sensei]Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the tracks rough enough
To prove a point, that the niggas is the joint
Magazines where were seen, now pop the tape in your deck
I got the Heavy Ammunition cuz Im Flexi Wit Da Tech
Niggas, cant believe the Artifacts achieve
Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow down on your knees
Yo, we aint got the same lame, ordinary plain game
Put to shame any crew who wants to feel the flame
So bring submission to the rap recognition
My right hand is itching from the shit that Im scripting
So pass the baton, to the next runner up, Tame
I give a pound so, cmon wit da git down
[Verse 4: Tame One]Aiyyo, word to my grandmas tampons, I drop bombs, but since
Our demo tracks had gaps some said my fat raps was half-assed
Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a robot
With our props, so now the Notty Head Niggas got more knots yo
My pockets are lumpy, chump, my drunk style is trunky
Dunk my disc in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty Hump
Cuz Im comin from the underground Im down wit da git down
MCs who used to diss us, get pissed cause they aint shit now
The Artifacts, represent on every stage we step on
The days of gettin slept on, are dead because we keep on
Peepin these weak MCs, who cheese with their bologny
Cause theyre phony as ****, and couldnt pull shit off of tow trucks
So yo bro, now you know my flow so go and sit down
Or cmon wit da cmon, git down wit da git down
[Chorus]Cmon wit da cmon, git down wit da git down……
共同製作人: Artifacts
混音師: Buckwild
音頻工程師: Troy Hightower
人聲: Tame One
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