We got the lip service, we got the control in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)
[Tame look now, but my style tops 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 obsessed in your With an E&J fifth, my Philly's 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 too slow for me I stay open 24-7 a deli Wax the top kick like Kelly, rock my like I'm Fonzarelli like confetti, ready for action, who is this? The knotty headed nigga One New jersey journalists I'm never home but answer on a pay phone On Central, or bouncers smoking in a rental I haul ass like Flash, til I pass 'em then I up I blow up like chicken pox in spots niggas notice, I got...
Lip service and the breath in effect with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)
[Mad Yo, I more raps like a nigga with 15 record deals So chill, and feel the effect when my pad I be Madd Skillz, showing the art of rap the God attack when I lay tracks with the Artifacts Step back well, it hard to tell Rappers step up, and get cut off illegal cell Getting props in spots I been yet Check a out of room cause you posing no death threats Yeah, this be microphone wear and Act like you don't know who I am, so you can And get a compass past my location Cause my be rolling mad deep like Hatians On some no fair shit, singe your hair shit Nowadays niggas be teasing mics like fucking We don't play, we the DEA, hops And I be rappers down like Christian Watch crack spots he at, what's his name? He won't last, G Cause rappers that I've be walking right past me walking faker, now I won't diss you In the future I tear you up sandpaper toilet tissue
Lip and the breath control Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite (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 Coming your section from direction bonafied To rip skills live, in '95 to get the And dust bust the nickle rush and sacking rap Like Deon, I'm black so who the fuck is that? 6 foot big foot, and tracks strapped to bomb In time to kick the rhymes, I'm the calm Don I come to quick, check the lyrics I kick When I flip the type of gimmicks see I rip With my cool slang, you can't hang, my Jingle Jangle The Legion, this art of green will strangle Get messed up, f'ed up, style the terrorizer of all niggas get stepped on in '95
Lip and the breath control in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)