To the beat y'all. *rat-a-tat drumming sound*. . [all] Make it funky (4X). [Red] My nigga Tame [all] makes it funky. [Red] My nigga El [all] makes it funky.
Whats up, am I on chat line?. My name is Sal and Capricorn is my sign. I like Star Trek and Brad Pitt. I watch Kung-Fu B movies and shave my armpits. .
When we were younger. Running to the field. Looking up on the sky. Wondering what we could be?. . Behold to me and say hello. Every moment the weâve been through.
I like to dream about the Beatles. I also ponder issues like Pete Best. I watch my poster fill up with dart holes. But I dream too much. . I wonder if Ill ever be a hero.
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.
Blah, blah, blah. The V chip on my tongue's gone berserk. One channel left. I hope you like my talk show network. Can dress me up. Can't take me out. I'll make you squirm.
Intro/Chorus:. . C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down (4X). . Verse One: El Da Sensai. . C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound. Where kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to pound.
I watch my neighbors next door. The Mr. and Mrs. at war. He lost his arm back in Nam. And they both drink like fish. They used to swap fluids at night.
Verse One: Tame One. . I transmit the fatness over wackness. with my Campbell blunts and matches. Other rappers try to catch this. but I roast em up for practice.
We gotta talk, you cant keep it up now. Youre eating Kraft Dinner in the eye of a twister. You dont listen to me, Im your referee. Im screaming real loud all you hear is a whisper.
[El Da Sensai]. In the rhyme we trust, bust lyrical action. Ripping like traction, addition subtractin'. Acts who rap through, another man vision. The lively, MC, on your television.
Ill give back your pogo stick as. Soon as you return my wasted time. And then Ill be fine. . Ill feel so much more nostalgic. As soon as all my cheques are countersigned.
Yes, as we continue to get it going on. Artifacts representin' from Newark to Illtown. Put your ear to this here. Most definitely it's a sure banger. .
[El Da Sensai]. Aiyyo check dis check dat, MC El my shit fat. Rockin off this bugged track, you say we're wack yo fuck dat. Word to life I kick the hyper type ? my rap'll gather.
[DJ Kaos cutting and scratching this whole intro/skit]. . Brick City.... Brick City and always universal. . "Who's this?" "The Notty Headed Terror and the Sensai".
To the north part of it. The country I was made to. 'Cause were you been I go. That's where you'll always go. I'm banging on your door. Up in the big blue sky.
As Mellow Max passes the blunts to Skully. We're about to come get nutty up in here. Artifacts, nine-six tricks, Sean J. with the beat. Complete with the Artifact techniques.
My off the hook look, leaves my competitors shook. No matter what groups you book, I still jam like Sam Cooke. Took a whole click out and had the sound man flippin'.
Verse. Ive been hiding. Ive been writing. The same songs in notebooks used to fuel the fires Im writing. . Ive been singing. Ive been sinking. Between the molecules of drinks that Ive been drinking.
Verse. Well Ive got needs. Somebody help Im on my knees. Ive barely got the strength to see with my eyes. . Well Ive got science. In other words but Im just lying.