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Artifact( The Artifact )
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Flexi With Da Tech (Nique)
Lyricist:Rahem Ross Brown, Todd Ray, William E Williams
I diss batty bwoys like Buju Banton, rippin' wanton destruction Sag my pants to stop the suction plus it's quicker when I'm fuckin' Split Dutch Master faster I puff izz that causes asthma as dust Some say from NJ, quick to give up papes
Beef'll keep it street, defeat niggaz who sleep Or reap the concrete status kick your ass with my apparatus Those who oppose this, split their shit like Moses My written tabs is rippin' fags and the whole bit
I murder mics and tape decks, so check it while I wrecks it Far from junkies keep it real because I'm hungry like the Bundy's Got more rumble than thunder crumple chumps like they was paper Eight for keys make G's but One of Tame made these
Conjunction junction what's your function on the real My mass appeal is real I swim through beats like Navy Seals Irregular, my style, suckers competitors who think they better? I knit my skit, like my Grandma's sweater
Nuts who want to inflict, harm against the charmer Best to rest their case because I wear medieval armor To protect my subjects, my style's quite hard Never could you copy 'cause my style's quite odd
Select the best concepts, context to rhyme text Plus a twenty dollar bet, niggaz flexi wit da tech
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician One two, whatcha gonna do? The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician One two, whatcha gonna do? The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician One two, whatcha gonna do?
I rip rhyme charts apart, I jump start on the gunner Arrest niggaz like Honda from the under never blunder Wonder if I get stiff, I'm bound to catch an L Nah, never that I'm down with Tame, I'm MC El
Lately playin' Hurricane G demos in my Walkman I walk and I talk and read issues of The Source and Check out the dreadlocks in Bedrock puffin' indo Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com By the branch like plants and do the cypher dance
Then it's back to the set to write raps about my eps Takin' tokes for the stress as I get flexi wit da tech I whip the lyrics up like batter chatters on the verge I sink all ships and watch you crabs submerge
In the depths of the boat doper ropes to distort All sorts of brothers who abuse my styles I must abort I do jobs like miles around the necks of the title I win it hands down and pants down 'cause I'm vital
The tech might you wanna get mad, now freak the plannin' Plus, I flips it skip the handscans I'm woozy when I'm splifted Yeah, still high the ill fly, red eye rundown a semi automatic Artifact with knaps causin' heart attacks
To critics and honeydips, who jeered on my lyrics And slept when I dropped that do you wanna hear it? 'Cause from sun up to sundown, my eyes are red and rundown I still smoke a pound if strong peeps hit the town
I'm flexible like every female huxtable was fuckable Impeccable, dispicable, on point like a decimal Point twice the joint jumper nicest with the mic device Mighty like Isis, gimme boom I rips a crisis with the stress Unless I'm gettin' flexi wit da tech
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician One two, whatcha gonna do? The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician One two, whatcha gonna do? The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician One two, whatcha gonna do?
One two, whatcha gonna do? One two, whatcha gonna do?
Shut up, you're talkin' too loud, you're talkin' too loud Peace to the whole city of Newark One two, whatcha gonna do? One two, whatcha gonna do?
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