Notty Headed Nigguhz

[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.

Lower Da Boom

Hey man, try some of this. It's absolutely dynamic. Oh yea, shit. . A lot of cats put down grass man. Like uh, uhh, because they say things about it. Like it makes you, lose your memory and all that.

By Inheritance

It's something inside. It's hard to put your finger on. There's no reason to hide. So be proud you're in control. . Not everyone can. You're one of a few.

It's Gettin' Hot

What do we have here. It's gettin' hot, yo, it's gettin' hot. Mr. Walt, Beatminerz, Evil Dee, yo. . Who wants to see how we be the doper analyst. Antagonist with scripts, be from the Bricks perfect.

Bombfood

All of your life. You idolized them. Those men with pride. Want to be like them. Never alone. All parts of a team. No course of their own. It sounds like a dream.

Beneath The Clay (r.i.p.)

So free. You feel when you've done your deeds late at night. So be. 'Cause soon there's no shelter no place to hide. . All screams. But voices don't have effect on your mind.

Ingredients To Time Travel

[sound of Keith Murray intro from Mary J. Blige 'What's the 411' tape. which I could swear has been set to B.I.G.'s "Who Shot Ya" based on. the sound of the beat (Artifacts assure me that this is Mary J. Blige)].

Heavy Ammunition

Whassup?. . Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so. (Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission). Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so. (Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission).

Back In The Trash

It just isn't what you do - that - leads you where you are. Excuses I have heard - over - from you. If you really would you - might just have a chance.

You're Too Good To Me

Shut up I'm fine, just give me some more wine. It's a totally cosmic jam, I'm mauwin' down a superslam. I'm beating up your piggy bank, I only got you to thank.

Flexi With Da Tech (nique)

I diss batty bwoys like Buju Banton, rippin' wanton destruction. Sag my pants to stop the suction plus it's quicker when I'm fuckin'. Split Dutch Master faster I puff izz that causes asthma as dust.

At War With Science

Polution has caused destruction of life. We are warned by Nature ignore it and die. Chemical warfare, Nuclear attack. All causes changes of what's after that.

Everything I Do

Another day has gone away. I’m still here all alone. But all the memories we made. Stay forever in my heart. . Now I know and understand. Everything I do.

Spaceman

Soaking in the rain, I see me walking. Im remotely controlled. My legs have gone invisible. Im spinning down an endless black hole. . Flashing lights, the automated banker.

7:00 From Tashkent

Dynamite Soul Ii (lip Service Remix)

We got the lip service, we got the breath control. Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x). . [Tame One]. Don't look now, but my style tops the pile.

Skywriting

Sitting by candlelight, sucking back kryptonite in vain. Used up message tape, nowhere to escape. Locked in my chair, watching my silhouette. . Sucking back cigarettes in peace.

Rock Me Mama (or Mamma)

Dynamite Soul

Soul, dynamite soul. Dynamite soul. Dynamite soul. . Dynamite soul. Dynamite soul. Dynamite soul. Dynamite soul. . In comes the ones from Jerusalem slums.

Sick & Beautiful

All the world's your ashtray, I'm just your Marlboro. Light me up then butt me, you're sick and beautiful. . It's Bamby meets Godzilla, a 3D free for all.