We got the lip service, we got the breath control
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Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)
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[Tame One]
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Don't look now, but my style tops the pile
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Over those who sound foul, cause my shit's tight like White Owl
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Don't get it twisted, my rhythm rips in your system
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Into sections, like when I ran obsessed in your session
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With an E&J fifth, my Philly's splitting on my knapsack
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Battle clan macked out over tracks the SP smack out
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My lyrical data makes an impact locally and vocally
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I choke the shit out of any rapper that's too slow for me
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I stay open 24-7 like a deli
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Wax the top kick like Kelly, rock my level like I'm Fonzarelli
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Sharp like confetti, ready for action, who is this?
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The knotty headed nigga Tame One New jersey journalists
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I'm never home but answer pages on a pay phone
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On Central, or bouncers smoking ounces in a rental
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I haul ass like Flash, til I pass 'em then I slow up
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I blow up like chicken pox in spots when niggas notice, I got...
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Lip service and the breath control
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Artifacts in effect with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)
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[Mad Skillz]
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Yo, I freak more raps like a nigga with 15 record deals
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So chill, and feel the effect when my pad kills
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I be Madd Skillz, showing MC's the art of rap
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Watch the God attack when I lay tracks with the Artifacts
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Step back well, it ain't hard to tell
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Rappers step up, and get cut off like illegal cell
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Getting props in spots I ain't been yet
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Check a picture out of room cause you posing no death threats
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Yeah, this be microphone wear and tear
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Act like you don't know who I am, so you can beware
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And get a compass come past my location
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Cause my crew be rolling mad deep like Hatians
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On some no fair shit, singe your nose hair shit
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Nowadays niggas be teasing mics like fucking clits
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We don't play, we like the DEA, hops
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And I be closing rappers down like Christian Watch crack spots
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Where he at, what's his name? He won't last, G
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Cause rappers that I've cyphered be walking right past me
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Keep walking faker, now I won't diss you
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In the future I tear you up like sandpaper toilet tissue
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Lip service and the breath control
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Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)
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[El Da Sensai]
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Yo check it, I be the Buddha Priest monk, kicking shit out your trunk
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That Artifact you know that, raw set up the tracks
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Coming through your section from direction bonafied
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To rip skills live, in '95 to get the prize
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And dust bust the nickle rush and sacking rap quarterbacks
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Like Neon Deon, I'm black so who the fuck is that?
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6 foot big foot, and tracks strapped to bomb raps
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In time to kick the rhymes, I'm the calm Don Jack
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I come to serve quick, check the lyrics I kick
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When I flip the Sensai type of gimmicks see I rip
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With my cool slang, you can't hang, my single Jingle Jangle
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Like The Legion, this art of green will strangle
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Get messed up, f'ed up, style corrupt the terrorizer
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Plenty of all niggas get stepped on in '95
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Lip service and the breath control
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Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)
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Dynamite Soul II (Lip Service Remix)
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