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

[Tame
Don't look now, but my style the pile
Over those who sound foul, cause my shit's like White Owl
get it twisted, my rhythm rips in your system
Into sections, like when I ran in your session
With an E&J fifth, my splitting on my knapsack
Battle clan out over tracks the SP smack out
My lyrical data makes an impact locally and
I choke the shit out of any rapper that's too for me
I stay open like a deli
Wax the top kick like Kelly, rock my level like I'm
Sharp confetti, ready for action, who is this?
The knotty nigga Tame One New jersey journalists
I'm home but answer pages on a pay phone
On Central, or smoking ounces in a rental
I haul ass like Flash, til I 'em then I slow up
I blow up like pox in spots when niggas notice, I got...

Lip and the breath control
Artifacts in effect with the Soul (Repeat 2x)

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

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

[El Da
Yo check it, I be the Buddha Priest monk, kicking shit out trunk
That you know that, raw set up the tracks
Coming through your section from 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 big foot, and tracks strapped to bomb raps
In time to kick the rhymes, I'm the Don Jack
I come to quick, check the lyrics I kick
When I flip the type of gimmicks see I rip
my cool slang, you can't hang, my single Jingle Jangle
Like The Legion, this art of green strangle
Get messed up, f'ed up, corrupt the terrorizer
Plenty of all get stepped on in '95

Lip service and the breath
Artifacts in the house with the Soul (Repeat 2x)