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[Featuring Mellow Max]
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Intro: Mellow Max
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Yes, as we continue to get it going on
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Artifacts representin from Newark to Illtown
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Put your ear to this here
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Most definitely it's a sure banger
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Keep this one in your collection
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Newark to Illtown representin
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Who do we have up to bat? (MC El)
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Lace that
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Verse One: El the Sensai, Tame One
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In this field, niggaz get killed, quick with the skills
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Intact, ill with raps, buildin facts to fill
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gaps react, tap into your internet and patch into
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my steez or my style, niggaz down to make the cheese wild
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MC's get defused cause I'm the bomb specialist
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With the wettest, test this, deadly like asbestos
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Check the credit set it, so odd they have to call a medic
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My paragraphs be off key, that's why niggaz can't get it
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For those of you who don't know, my flow keeps MC's
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on freeze like Sub-Z doin MK3 fatality
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Do remember like Clue, I run up on booty crews
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on every weekend buggin out cause I be geekin
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Lounge like the peppermint the Boom Skwad President
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leaves a tenament resident finding evidence of sedatives
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DAILY, scoopin through the Roots like Alex Haley
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Beetle Bailey beatdown to a soundman lookin scary
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Label secretary terrorizer yet I'ma
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fresh rhymer comma bringer of the drama the bomber
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From the Lost Lands, off hand claps I run raps
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and shatter nigga cyphers into pieces like gun claps
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*DJ Kaos cuts and scratches Redman
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"When I break it down, from Newark NJ to Illtown" -- Rockafella*
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Verse Two: El the Sensai, Tame One
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My verbal, patterns reach farther than Saturn
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Bustin niggaz up because my rhymes be breakin
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atoms stranger, ProForm arranger
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Fake U-SA Polo shirt stainer with the tec that's never plainer
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indent, that's the men blend trends we make and cross
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without the fakin, to the ten niggaz respect we just take it
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New jacks relax cause the syntax can't be Xeroxed
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Cause I be locked on spots like niggaz movin in from swat
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I X more Men out than Elijah, Muhamm Ali of rhyme schemes
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Leavin my stickers at the crime scene
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Skwad Odd Man, receive response like Roxanne
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Battle the top man, and shock fans like I'ma rock band
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I cut the mustard and plus I can bust it dusted (what?)
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Whatever you fuckin with I touch and leave it busted
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My click rips and gets up in ya like the shits
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from grits, while yo shit sits like it's on bricks
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Tracy Chap raps I laugh at, half-assed rappers
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who lack fat tracks get capped at, fuck that
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Destroy the masses, niggaz in classes tryin to catch the math
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As I sit and think the ink begins to craft
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my blueprints instruments workin as I'm jerkin
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Your style hurtin in the club your crew nervous rehearsin
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In between the cut I run amuck with mad stuff
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Niggaz can't touch, escape wack cyphers like handcuffs, so
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C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound
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"When I break it down from Newark NJ to Illtown"
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*DJ Kaos cuts and scratches Redman
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"When I break it down, from Newark NJ to Illtown" -- Rockafella*
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Outro: Mellow Max
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Word up thank you I think I'm convinced
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Cool Mellow Max in the house
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Peace to my niggaz Park Ave, Swift-O-Matic yeah!
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Boom Skwad in the house how you like it now?
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Representin the skills, what?
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Chancellor Ave, Avon Ave, nigga where ya at?
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Aww man the Bricks! Newark to Illtown
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If ya don't know I think ya better ask
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Breakin it down, sizin it up
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for the year nine-six, WHAT!!!
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