Collaboration Of Mics Lyrics - Singles - Artifact

And ya don't stop! (3X) 

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon 

And ya don't stop! 

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon 

And ya don't stop! 

[El Da Sensai] 

Yo, pitchin the mission itchin for niggaz to mention 

These rhymes don't catch attention incidental composition 

But alas I kick that, pro rap, boogie for the rookies 

Who can't adapt fully, basically that shit be bull, see 

[Lord Jamar] 

Ya see this track be pullin me like gravitation 

Collaboration with the Artifacts, bustin on this Lord Finesse creation 

Causin heart attacks and palpatations 

Amalgamation like steel, we calibratin mics to keep it real 

[Tame One] 

I feel blessed by Finesse and Lord Jamar, sess my interest 

is invested in, testin men like lab specimens 

My daily regiment of elemental babble 

keeps MC's rattled, I'm breakin my words up like Scrabble 

[Lord Finesse] 

Not the type to try to ever diss, lyrically, clearly, the cleverest 

Don't front, we blow your spot like the terrorist 

We do our thing and stand strong like Mt. Everest 

The 'Facts, Lord Jamar, Finesse bringin terror kids 

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon 

"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe 

And ya don't stop! 

(repeat all 4X) 

[Tame One] 

The new procedure is to keep a straight face like Mona Lisa 

when we beat you with the speech 

We break down and decipher the rap codes in any zip code 

Now watch us flip the mode like our shit went gold 

Bar playin stars get scarred and left salty 

by the terror with more L's than Laverne loose in Milwaukee 

Good son like McCully, caulkin stalkin and walkin 

I express best when smokin sess with a good Walkman 

[Lord Jamar] 

I'm breakin rappers into pieces, the Black Jesus 

Attack your system like diseases lyrics for the ninety-six releases 

Find me in the mix, where the trees is 

Puffin L's in threes, tryin to make G's kid 

Studyin degrees, livin lovely with my universal family 

Rollin in the MPV, makin beats on the MPC 

Understand and add, triple cipher 

Niggaz be crippled without some weed and a lighter 

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon 

"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe 

And ya don't stop! 

(repeat 2X) 

[Lord Finesse] 

Uhh, check it 

It's the grand hitter, that's stands bigger in your transistor 

That's historical like your late great ancestor 

Ain't no hurtin me, certainly, personally 

This verse'll be, the hottest shit out since Mercury 

Check it, I deserve respect child because I project styles 

More mysterious than the X Files 

I can build and expand on it 

Some got 'Five on It', fuck it, I got a hundred grand on it 

[El Da Sensai] 

Really y'all niggaz feel me when we step on the spot 

Lyrics on cock, stroke and pop, open crews that's hopin 

that the punishment ceases MC with masterpieces 

Out to burn so learn, and check this fat thesis 

X's and O's diagrams shit to flow 

Cram expertise the bro, nigga from the East so 

As we start to shine, brothers get the dick 

Lyrical spit for crews who can't fuck with it 

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon 

"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe 

And ya don't stop! 

(repeat 4X) 

*scratching of above to fade*