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As Mellow Max the blunts to Skully
We're about to come get up in here
Artifacts, nine-six tricks, Sean J. the beat
Complete the Artifact techniques

I like to rip off mics and clock off dice that roll
Gettin' blunted off somebody's hoe
Honies beepin' for me for cheese, back
Please keep that weave intact, best believe that Tamer be back

Get the weed sacks relax, fuck a flick from
I'ma touch ya, who got the bomb like Russia
Friendly rap hood with goods
it be? Yes, no question

Now let's up the session, kick a rap out 'til I black out
Check out when I out, throwin' backs out, laughin' out loud
When niggaz out, me I want more G's than the LAPD
when I wrote my first rhyme in eighty-three

With each speech released I mad blocks
Analyzin' spots than Matlock, now I got this rappin' shit on padlock
You only half-rock, my shit returns like in religion
Was fuckin' the fact we only bullshittin'

Yo El, Sinister Brick minister

One two, yo, start takin' notes, all quotes
Niggaz couldn't see me an optometrist scope
Open, by the MC's that's hardest
New Jerusalem, Artifacts be the

target, crews who think they bringin' the news
Who's this? Kickin' in your Benz-y box
As long as the Boom Skwad is hearing me
There ain't another rapper here that's G this year
(Yeah)

Lyric for lyric we exhibit mass appeal, Real like Erick Sermon
Drunk off the funk like it was bourbon, up Big Willie like Suburban
Blazers make a wager, tamer up like a pager
Makin' you wake up early, tell girlie turn my tape up

Wait up, let me lace up the place like
Make and proceed to rock like Roots
I tear the roof off and when I fuck don't take my off
I shoot from the lip and make your nose glow Rudolph

You soft, so let me hit you off all the hardness
Artifacts shit, we got the shit regardless
pop junk, Tame and the Sensai leave 'em all beat

Many ask how I be up my shit
Like the and how it don't match or fit
I just, dig the X-Files of styles
Hittin' while you're missin' I'll that the child

Be on the different angles, those who wanna tangle
With the Flexi, with the ripper
El the Sensai the men say in the back?
that we can't battle rap in combat

Cease that, that the Facts don't mess
when we bless sounds down for any test
So your nine and your vest
when you step to these men, your plan best to be correct

Interject with intellect, each steady
Dissin' who pose with beef that's petty
Who wanna No one