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

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

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

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

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

Yo El, Sinister City minister

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

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

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

Wait up, let me lace up the place boots
loot and proceed to rock like Roots
I tear the roof off and when I don't take my boots off
I shoot from the lip and 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 up my shit
Like the and how it don't match or fit
I just, dig into the of styles
Hittin' while you're missin' I'll that the child

Be on the different angles, strangle who wanna tangle
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 that the don't mess
Around when we bless sounds for any test
So bring your and your vest
'Cause you step to these men, your plan best to be correct

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