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[El Da Sensai]
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Aiyyo check dis check dat, MC El my shit fat
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Rockin off this bugged track, you say we're wack yo fuck dat
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Word to life I kick the hyper type ? my rap'll gather
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after, my skills master of the dip dapper
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I hold the fort with my sorts, rap sports
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I got niggaz on my dick, from down South to up North
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Rhymes rip the hipper nigga, take a swigger
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MC El the rigger of the fat style you can't figure
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Rhymes out the ass you can't pass up
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My rizzle dizzle dazzle, tears up the band like ?
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I blows with my flows bust your nose kick the ass of pros
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who ain't, got the how-knows, to make the crowd go (HO!)
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Out they see, complete my rap technique
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Take up mad Chiefs, I go through 60 packs in a week
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Attackin New Jeru, as I do my doo-dah
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shit everyday, peace to niggaz around my way
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From Da Bricks, where every block it got mad crews
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MC El Da Sensai with the attack of New Jeruz
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Chorus: Artifacts
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Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum (2X)
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"Check it, who wanna wreck it? I flows the next shit" (2X)
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[Tame One]
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Well as I step up, my fuckin reps up, and snappin quicker
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I'm slicker than a zipper, get more wet than Flipper
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Got trunks and crates, full of P-Funk breaks
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I'll take Bootsy make a loop and you get souped because I'm great
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With the four bar sample, add a bass and kick
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You're on my dick for my tricks, when I fix the remix
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I twist this disc with emphasis, since
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dead presidents took residence, from dollars and cents
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I got pull like Magneto rollin cee-lo with steel dice
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My black book make, more people petrol than Heidi Floess
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I'm nice on mic jacks, and murder to a dub deck
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The Knotty Headed ruffneck, Tame don't give a fuck yet
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I jump up the funk to smoke the blunt that's like a tree trunk
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I get blitt, to rip shit, still piss and call MC's punks
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My knotty throwin body blows like ?
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The trooper's gettin zooted off the funky herbal buddha
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Don't test me, press or even stress to try to serve me
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Cause I'm down and dirty from the undergrounds of Jersey
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Word to Fats daddy cause I'm fatter than your Timberlands
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Ladies and gentlemen, Tame got more balls than Wimbledon
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So step up and get your fronts cracked
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by the blunt crackin rapper, and get your bitch before I smack her
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Chorus: Artifacts
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Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum (4X)
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"Check it, who wanna wreck it? I flows the next shit" (4X)
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(Ehh heh eh, a special guest at my show)
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[Jay Burnz]
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The J the A the Y the B the U the R the N
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Watch your back look over your shoulder, I'm bout to roll you over
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with a bulldozer, get on the CB one rover
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Cause I pulve-rize a, MC cause I'm nicer
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Click click click, I hunt MC's like I'm the Predator
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Don't think it's ? cause I kill like I'm a matador
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Lyrics bust through my lips just like I sing a song
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Jay got more flavor, than goya, adobo
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I'm wreckin CD's and tapes, with "That's Them" logo
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Keeps you jumpin like a pogo chicks are dancin doin a go-go
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I got the killer instinct, make MC's extinct
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Pep more than ginseng, always mad testing
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forwards I rrrrrrrrrrip, backwards I pirrrrrrrrr
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Fester, I keep the stage warmer than furrrrr
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No way to control it, my style is automatic
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Many MC system shut down when your gun comes around
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Plus I roll more chicks in stirrups, than Lou Diamond Phillips
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Makin grills swell up, ??
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I step up in a violent rage the five-oh says damn
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Jay B's gonna give your black ass a new cage
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Blacked out, with the Artifacts, I kick the nonstop rap
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MC El and Tame One got my back
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In the attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalem
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Chorus: Artifacts
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Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum (4X)
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"Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" (4X)
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Attack of New Jeruzalum
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The Artifacts |