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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 f**kin 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, f**k 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!!! |
