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

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

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

Now let's start up the session, kick a rap out 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
From when I wrote my first in eighty-three

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

Yo El, Brick City minister

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

Main target, crews who think bringin' the news
Who's Kickin' in your Benz-y box crisp
As long as the Boom Skwad is me clear
There another rapper here that's gonna G this year
(Yeah)

Lyric for lyric we exhibit mass appeal, stayin' Real Erick Sermon
Drunk off the funk 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 girlie my tape up

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

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

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

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

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

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