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As Mellow Max passes the to Skully
We're about to get nutty up in here
Artifacts, nine-six tricks, Sean J. with the
Complete with the techniques

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

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

Now let's start up the session, a rap out 'til I black out
Check out when I wreck out, throwin' out, laughin' out loud
When niggaz crap out, me I more G's than the LAPD
From when I wrote my first rhyme in

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

Yo El, Sinister Brick minister

One two, yo, start takin' notes, statin' all
Niggaz couldn't see me through an optometrist
Open, by the rhythm MC's that's
New Jerusalem, be the oddest

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

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

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

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

Many ask how I be makin' up my
Like the format and how it match or fit
I just, dig into the X-Files of
Hittin' you're missin' I'll prove that the child

Be on the different angles, strangle those who wanna
the Flexi, with the Technique ripper
El the what the men say in the back?
Thinkin' that we can't rap in combat

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

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