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C'mon wit da c'mon, git wit da git down (4X)

One: El Da Sensai

C'mon and get down with that Artifacts
Where kids get wreck and, the beat's to pound
We're strollin through the B, see we gotta be
the next shit kicks, cause brothers ain't got it
In this rap shit, ain't no time for the
pally throw a match in the Gasoline
Blew up mad spots, kids were for the props
See the shit stops Hobbes, just lookin for my dillz-knot
Styles we make, never fake, broke breaks in crate
Old and dirty ass copied-over tapes
Notified that, the never slack
While is on stage wack, we just play the back
Now, the flip tripper ripper ya wit da mixture
All crews, who never paid dues, watch it I get ya
Cause nowadays, da ways, of the underground
but wack now, so c'mon wit da git down

Verse Two: One

You the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who heard of me
The on the Artifacts in Jersey
brothers be buggin not givin love to the nuccas
Sayin fuck us, cause we be shinin brighter than the
Shootin me prison nobody listens to your
Cause yo my shit's legit and as a I'm hittin
the high note, so why don't, I smile when I pictures
Cause now I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches
I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some
But biters and backstabbin rappers don't even us
But props due, peep The Source and the Billboard
And read about the tours while you be flappin your
I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper beepers from Broad Street
Punks talk junk, Tame and the leave em all beat
So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my shit
wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down

Verse MC El, Tame One

up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's rough enough
to prove a point, the niggaz is the joint
where we're seen, now pop the tape in your deck
I got the Heavy Ammunition I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech
Niggaz, can't the Artifacts achieve
Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow down on your
Yo, we ain't got the same lame, ordinary plain
Put to shame any crew who to feel the flame
So submission to the rap recognition
My hand is itchin from the shit that I'm scriptin
So the baton, to the next runner up, Tame
I a pound so, c'mon wit da git down

Aiyyo, word to my grandma's tampons, I bombs, but since
our demo had gaps some said my fat raps was half-assed
Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em a robot
with our props, so now the Notty Niggaz got more knots yo
My are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky dunk
My disc in crisp, put in funk like Humpty Hump
'cause I'm comin from the underground I'm down wit da git
MC's who used to diss us, get pissed cause they shit now
The Artifacts, represent on stage we step on
The days of gettin slept on, are dead we keep on
peepin these weak MC's, who cheese with their
Cause they're phony as fuck, and couldn't pull off a tow truck
So yo bro, now you know my flow so go and sit
or c'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git

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