What do we have here...
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It's gettin hot yo, it's gettin hot
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Mr. Walt, Beatminerz, Evil Dee... yo
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[El Da Sensai]
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Who wants to see how we be the doper analyst
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Antagonist with scripts, be from the Bricks perfect
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There's no denying that you're spying -- trying to see the graph
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but you're knowing that can't fuck with the mathe-matcian
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When I rip and tip-in rebounds with mounds of work
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Jerks get down, cause they know we hurt the sound
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So ease as I please these OG's with seeds that
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be fat, need that, Artifacts CD black
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[Tame One]
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My theoretical medical rhetoric is terrible, but bearable
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Instead of sheddin wool, I'm takin sedatives
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MC repetatives, think they competetive
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but I'm the Exodus, of executing
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all of my et ceteras, my Book of Revelations
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speak of hesitation, but I got the longest lines
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in Newark since Club Sensations
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Haitians, request me on the station like I'm Lauryn
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But if I ain't touring there ain't no rapper on the street scorin
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(word up) and that's word to my moms
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Chorus: Artifacts
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It's gettin hot -- it's gettin hot MC's y'all know the steez
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The rap game is gettin hot, consumers on they knees
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Please, y'all know the steez
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The rap game is gettin hot, consumers on they knees
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It's gettin hot -- MC's, yo, y'all know the steez
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The rap game is gettin hot, consumers on they knees
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Peace, y'all know the steez
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The rap game is gettin hot consumers on the knees
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[El Da Sensai]
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Ac-tual, natural blends that tend
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to leave MC's stagnated, rated number ten
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In all secret wars when we on tour for
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now and forever rockin shit for your pleasure
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[Tame One]
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It's the secret agent (double oh seven) mental patient
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Smokin blunts for information
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But you can catch me at the dugout, eatin kennel rations
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Rap innovations, causin confrontations
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And I got some fast assed styles, so go and chase one
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Hah, you lose from takeoff, so break off your shake off
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cause here comes the payoff, for Ferris on his Day Off
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Hieroglyphic, mystic, misfit rips shit, toxic Mr. Rock
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Bugs Bunny who outfoxes, all of the blunted gun runners
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The small Wonder like Vicki
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Bustin lyrical nuts and gettin sticky
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(touch me there, right there, ooh ooh)
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Chorus (w/ variations)
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[El Da Sensai]
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For much we lust, it be us, A-R-T
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Fuckin smash parties, niggaz win, hardly
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Smartly, advance no chance my lyrics prance upon the tracks
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snap on, motherfuckers who can't catch on
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To my, do or die, stature bound to catch ya
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Those who try and match the, master not an actor, poseur
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Wet with rap caliber, challengers
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Wonder how I handle the, dates on my calendar
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Using, verbal assault to insult
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those who wish to diss the first born is catchin fault
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Self taught, not many can say that
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So put the needle to the groove and listen to real rap
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So I'ma come to a close, it be the pros, y'all know the steez
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The rap game is gettin hot, consumers on they knees
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Chorus (w/ variations)
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It's Gettin' Hot
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