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We got the lip service, we got the control
Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite (Repeat 2x)

[Tame
look now, but my style tops the pile
Over those who sound foul, cause my shit's tight White Owl
get it twisted, my rhythm rips in your system
Into sections, like when I ran obsessed in session
an E&J fifth, my Philly's splitting on my knapsack
Battle clan macked out over the SP smack out
My lyrical data makes an impact locally and
I choke the shit out of any rapper too slow for me
I open 24-7 like a deli
Wax the top kick Kelly, rock my level like I'm Fonzarelli
Sharp confetti, ready for action, who is this?
The knotty headed Tame One New jersey journalists
I'm never home but answer on a pay phone
On Central, or bouncers smoking ounces in a
I haul ass Flash, til I pass 'em then I slow up
I blow up like chicken pox in when niggas notice, I got...

Lip service and the control
Artifacts in with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)

Skillz]
Yo, I freak more raps like a with 15 record deals
So chill, and feel the when my pad kills
I be Skillz, showing MC's the art of rap
Watch the God attack when I lay tracks the Artifacts
Step well, it ain't hard to tell
Rappers step up, and get cut off illegal cell
Getting in spots I ain't been yet
Check a picture out of cause you posing no death threats
Yeah, be microphone wear and tear
Act you don't know who I am, so you can beware
And get a compass come past my
Cause my crew be rolling mad deep like
On some no shit, singe your nose hair shit
Nowadays niggas be teasing mics fucking clits
We don't play, we like the DEA,
And I be closing rappers down like Christian Watch crack
Where he at, his name? He won't last, G
Cause rappers that I've cyphered be walking right me
walking faker, now I won't diss you
In the future I you up like sandpaper toilet tissue

Lip service and the control
in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)

[El Da
Yo check it, I be the Buddha monk, kicking shit out your trunk
That Artifact you that, raw set up the tracks
through your section from direction bonafied
To rip live, in '95 to get the prize
And bust the nickle rush and sacking rap quarterbacks
Like Deon, I'm black so who the fuck is that?
6 foot big foot, and tracks to bomb raps
In time to the rhymes, I'm the calm Don Jack
I come to serve quick, check the I kick
When I flip the Sensai of gimmicks see I rip
my cool slang, you can't hang, my single Jingle Jangle
Like The Legion, this art of green will
Get messed up, f'ed up, style the terrorizer
of all niggas get stepped on in '95

Lip and the breath control
Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite (Repeat 2x)