Intro/Chorus:
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C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down (4X)
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Verse One: El Da Sensai
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C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound
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Where kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to pound
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We're strollin through the industry B, see we gotta be
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the next shit that kicks, cause brothers ain't got it
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In this rap shit, ain't no time for the dilly-dally
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pally throw a match in the Gasoline Alley
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Blew up mad spots, kids were jealous for the props
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See the shit never stops Hobbes, just lookin for my dillz-knot
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Styles we make, never fake, broke breaks in every crate
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Old freestyles and dirty ass copied-over tapes
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Notified that, the Artifacts never slack
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While crews is on stage wack, we just play the back
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Now, the flip tripper ripper slits ya wit da mixture
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All crews, who never paid dues, watch it 'fore I get ya
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Cause nowadays, it's da ways, of the underground
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but they're wack now, so c'mon wit da git down
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Chorus
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Verse Two: Tame One
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You know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who heard of me
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The half on the Artifacts of Jersey
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Cause brothers be buggin not givin love to the nuccas
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Sayin fuck us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers
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Shootin me prison nobody listens to your dissin
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Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin
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the high note, so why don't, I smile when I take pictures
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Cause now that I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches
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I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness
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But biters and backstabbin rappers don't even like us
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But props due, peep The Source RapPages and the Billboard
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And read about the tours while you be flappin your jaws
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I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad Street
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Punks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat
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So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my shit sounds
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C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down
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Chorus
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Verse Three: MC El, Tame One
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Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's rough enough
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to prove a point, that the niggaz is the joint
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Magazines where we're seen, now pop the tape in your deck
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I got the Heavy Ammunition cuz I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech
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Niggaz, can't believe the Artifacts acheive
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Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow down on your knees
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Yo, we ain't got the same lame, ordinary plain game
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Put to shame any crew who wants to feel the flame
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So bring submission to the rap recognition
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My right hand is itchin from the shit that I'm scriptin
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So pass the baton, to the next runner up, Tame
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I give a pound so, c'mon wit da git down
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Aiyyo, word to my grandma's tampons, I drop bombs, but since
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our demo tracks had gaps some said my fat raps was half-assed
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Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a robot
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with our props, so now the Notty Head Niggaz got more knots yo
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My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky dunk
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My disc in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty Hump
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Cuz I'm comin from the underground I'm down wit da git down
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MC's who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain't shit now
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The Artifacts, represent on every stage we step on
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The days of gettin slept, are dead because we keep on
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peepin these weak MC's, who cheese with their bologny
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Cause they're phony as fuck, and couldn't pull shit off a tow truck
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So yo bro, now you know my flow so go and sit down
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or c'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down
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Chorus 2X
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C'mon Wit da Git Down
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