调：D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
F
[El
Dm
Bb
F
Dm
Da Sensai]
Gm
Dm
Artifacts be the best in this MC fest
Rest any intentions we here
to mention we the fresh
it how we talk and sing
Gm
Dm
Breakin that thing, lyrical jackin, mackin
All so- called cypher rappin
niggaz I'm smackin
To never make the wack jams,
to my peers I promise
Atomic, yet,
niggaz gonna have to respect
what we're bringin to the table check
Alphabeta, wetta, than
your man who says he can
take a whole block,
we put that ass on lock and
Styles be groovy,
and you can't school me
Tools be, always sharpened
up shit, and can't fuck with,
this rap sargeant
Gm
Dm
Bluffin, talkin bout nothin, in fact
These crews be wack, so may I ask,
where yo skillz at?
Chorus
F
Dm
Verse 2
F
[Tame One]
yo shit out with my lyrical
Smokin botanicals I be the man
that makes the miracles
smokin beadies in 3- D doin graffiti
My mechanical style,
interlocks rocks and shocks
cause I'm hot,
X marks the spot like Sadat watch
I'm so tight with mine,
are smokin one quarter pushin
Prime time teams rewind
and can't 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
Gm
Dm
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,
Newark,
Jew Jersey resedential areas I turn to burial plots
for MC's, who don't believe
what I conceive
Or leave a whole team speechless,
I'm like Jesus to the mic,
I'm oh- Blige- d to J. any ghetto
queen that's sanitary
Don't play me too close,
Gm
Dm
you'll get roasted by the human torch
from Newark,
I'm blowin up spots without tour support
in soft packs like Newports
That's why I'm still fat, beef kill that,
nigga where yo skillz at?
Dm
[El Da
Verse 3
F
Sensai]
Peep my battle plan and I'll
be forced to chop that hand
the pressure,
prepare the stretcher and the Dristan
Gm
Dm
Cause in nine- six, these MC's can't miss
If you purchase this,
then you see why brothers kinda pissed it's
the Mr. Flip Lipper always stayin dipped
Always talkin shit,
always hittin hallways and shit
Verse 4
Dm
[Tame One]
I play the parks after dark and spark
L's until my head bust
and then bust,
plus when I get dusted you'll get messed up
Rollin with razors neighbors hate
me cause I'm famous
Tame is accurate back with battle
raps fat like battleships
Constantly open like a hood
rat that's smokin
Got bitches in Hoboken
overdosin off my potions
Wet like oceans,
Be dissin vocal coaches I don't let
them hit my roaches
E
Dm
Brothers be on the corner talkin gossip,
hot cause they ain't got shit
Watch this... where yo skillz at nigga?
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