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.
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.
[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)].
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).
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.
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.
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.
Another day has gone away. Iâm still here all alone. But all the memories we made. Stay forever in my heart. . Now I know and understand. Everything I do.
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.
Soul, dynamite soul. Dynamite soul. Dynamite soul. . Dynamite soul. Dynamite soul. Dynamite soul. Dynamite soul. . In comes the ones from Jerusalem slums.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
[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.
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".