Art of Facts

歌曲 Art of Facts
歌手 Artifacts
专辑 That's Them

歌词

作曲 : Brown, Jones, Williams
Intro: Tame
One As Mellow
Max passes the blunts to
Skully We're about to come get nutty up in here
Artifacts, nine-six tricks
Sean J. with the beat
Complete, with the
Artifact techniques
Verse One:
Tame One I like to rip off mics and clock off dice that roll funny
Gettin blunted off somebody's hoe money
Honies beepin for me for cheese, ease back, please keep that weave intact
Best believe that
Tamer D'll be back
Get the weed sacks relax, fuck a flick from
Blockbuster
I'ma touch ya, provin who got the bomb like
Russia Friendly neighborhood rap hood, with goods could it be?
Yes, no question (*DJ Kaos cuts "Tame One"*)
Now let's start up the session
Kick a rap out til
I black out, check out when
I wreck out throwin backs out, laughin out loud when niggaz crap out
Me I want more
G's than the
LAPD from when
I wrote my first rhyme in eighty-three
With each speech released
I reach mad blocks
Analyzin more spots than
Matlock Now
I got this rappin shit on padlock
You only half-rock, my shit returns like resurrections in religion, was fuckin with the fact we only bullshittin *
DJ Kaos cuts and scratches "Yo El", "Sinister Brick City minister"*
Verse Two:
El Da Sensai,
Tame One One two, yo
Start takin notes, statin all quotes
Niggaz couldn't see me through an optometrist scope
Open, by the rhythm
MC's that's hardest
New Jerusalem,
Artifacts be the oddest
Main target, crews who think they bringin the news
Who's this?
Kickin in your
Benz-y box crisp
As long as the
Boom Skwad is hearing me clear there ain't another rapper here that's gonna
G this year (yeah)
Lyric for lyric we exhibit mass appeal
Stayin Real like
Erick Sermon, drunk off the funk like it was bourbon
Rollin up
Big Willie like
Suburban,
Blazers make a wager
Tamer blows up like a pager
Makin you wake up early, tell your girlie turn my tape up
Wait up, let me lace up the place like boots make loot, and
Proceed to rock like
Roots I tear the roof off, and when
I fuck don't take my boots off
I shoot from the lip, and make your nose glow like
Rudolph You soft, so let me hit you off with all the hardness
Artifacts shit, we got the hard shit regardless *
DJ Kaos cuts "Punks pop junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat"*
Verse Three:
El the Sensai
Many ask how
I be makin up my shit
Like the format and how it don't match or fit
I just, dig into the
X-Files of styles
Hittin while you're missin
I'll prove that the child be on the different angles strangle those who wanna tangle
With the,
Flexi With the
Technique ripper
El the, Sensai what the men say in the back?
Thinkin that we can't battle rap in combat
Cease that, realize that the
Facts don't mess around when we bless sounds down for any test
So bring your nine and your vest
Cause when you step to these men, your plan best to be correct
Interject with intellect, each step steady
Dissin those who pose with beef that's petty *
DJ Kaos cuts "Who wanna battle? No one"*

拼音

zuò qǔ : Brown, Jones, Williams
Intro: Tame
One As Mellow
Max passes the blunts to
Skully We' re about to come get nutty up in here
Artifacts, ninesix tricks
Sean J. with the beat
Complete, with the
Artifact techniques
Verse One:
Tame One I like to rip off mics and clock off dice that roll funny
Gettin blunted off somebody' s hoe money
Honies beepin for me for cheese, ease back, please keep that weave intact
Best believe that
Tamer D' ll be back
Get the weed sacks relax, fuck a flick from
Blockbuster
I' ma touch ya, provin who got the bomb like
Russia Friendly neighborhood rap hood, with goods could it be?
Yes, no question DJ Kaos cuts " Tame One"
Now let' s start up the session
Kick a rap out til
I black out, check out when
I wreck out throwin backs out, laughin out loud when niggaz crap out
Me I want more
G' s than the
LAPD from when
I wrote my first rhyme in eightythree
With each speech released
I reach mad blocks
Analyzin more spots than
Matlock Now
I got this rappin shit on padlock
You only halfrock, my shit returns like resurrections in religion, was fuckin with the fact we only bullshittin
DJ Kaos cuts and scratches " Yo El", " Sinister Brick City minister"
Verse Two:
El Da Sensai,
Tame One One two, yo
Start takin notes, statin all quotes
Niggaz couldn' t see me through an optometrist scope
Open, by the rhythm
MC' s that' s hardest
New Jerusalem,
Artifacts be the oddest
Main target, crews who think they bringin the news
Who' s this?
Kickin in your
Benzy box crisp
As long as the
Boom Skwad is hearing me clear there ain' t another rapper here that' s gonna
G this year yeah
Lyric for lyric we exhibit mass appeal
Stayin Real like
Erick Sermon, drunk off the funk like it was bourbon
Rollin up
Big Willie like
Suburban,
Blazers make a wager
Tamer blows up like a pager
Makin you wake up early, tell your girlie turn my tape up
Wait up, let me lace up the place like boots make loot, and
Proceed to rock like
Roots I tear the roof off, and when
I fuck don' t take my boots off
I shoot from the lip, and make your nose glow like
Rudolph You soft, so let me hit you off with all the hardness
Artifacts shit, we got the hard shit regardless
DJ Kaos cuts " Punks pop junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat"
Verse Three:
El the Sensai
Many ask how
I be makin up my shit
Like the format and how it don' t match or fit
I just, dig into the
XFiles of styles
Hittin while you' re missin
I' ll prove that the child be on the different angles strangle those who wanna tangle
With the,
Flexi With the
Technique ripper
El the, Sensai what the men say in the back?
Thinkin that we can' t battle rap in combat
Cease that, realize that the
Facts don' t mess around when we bless sounds down for any test
So bring your nine and your vest
Cause when you step to these men, your plan best to be correct
Interject with intellect, each step steady
Dissin those who pose with beef that' s petty
DJ Kaos cuts " Who wanna battle? No one"