- Artifacts Where Yo Skillz At ? 歌詞
- Artifacts
- Verse 1: El Da Sensai
Artifacts be the best in this MC fest
Rest any intentions we here to mention we the fresh
Newark natives, Polo king bringin the zing
To your Walkman, check it how we talk and sing
Breakin that thing, lyrical jackin, mackin
All so-called cypher rappin nxggas Im smackin
No tricks with fits inflict the hurt like Frank Thomas
To never make the wack jams , to my peers I promise
Atomic, yet, nxggas gonna have to respect
What were bringin to the table check 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, fake nxggas cant fool me
Cause Im a fly brown brother and you cant school me
Tools be, always sharpened for MCs that be startin
Up shxt, and cant fxck with, this rap sargeant
Bluffin, talkin bout nothin, in fact
These crews be wack, so may I ask, where yo skillz at?
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Verse 2 : Tame One
Its no doubt what Im about bustin yo shxt out with my lyrical
Smokin botanicals I be the man that makes the miracles
Invisible if need be, see me on TV and on CD
Smokin beadies in 3-D doin graffiti
My mechanical style, interlocks rocks and shocks
Cause Im hot, X marks the spot like Sadat watch
Im so tight with mine, nickel and dime rhymers
Are smokin one quarter pushin off the corner from foul line
Prime time teams rewind and cant 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
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, Im all up in it infinite potential
Newark, Jew Jersey resedential areas I turn to burial plots
For MCs, who dont believe what I conceive
Or leave a whole team speechless, gettin jives to Chucky Cheese
Im like Jesus to the mic, write My Life out like Mary
Im oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen thats sanitary
Dont play me too close, youll get roasted by the human torch
From Newark, Im blowin up spots without tour support
I distort thoughts, with izm sticks and quarts
Laughin at rappers who come at me in soft packs like Newports
I walk that talk, get down and dirty like New York
Thats why Im still fat, beef kill that, nxgga where yo skillz at?
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Verse 3: El Da Sensai
But, back to the subject at hand
Peep my battle plan and Ill be forced to chop that hand
Off soft brothers yo they cant withstand
The pressure, prepare the stretcher and the Dristan
Cause in nine-six, these MCs cant miss
If you purchase this, then you see why brothers kinda pissed its
The Mr. Flip Lipper always stayin dipped
Always talkin shxt, always hittin hallways and shxt
Verse 4: Tame One
I play the parks after dark and spark Ls until my head bust
And then bust, plus when I get dusted youll get messed up
Rollin with razors neighbors hate me cause Im famous
Tame is accurate back with battle raps fat like battleships
Constantly open like a hood rat thats smokin
Got ******* in Hoboken overdosin off my potions
Wet like oceans, my notebook looks atrocious
Be dissin vocal coaches I dont let them hit my roaches
I handle my Biz like Warner
Brothers be on the corner talkin gossip
Hot cause they aint got shxt
Watch this... where yo skillz at nxgga?
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