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

[Tame
Don't look now, but my style the pile
those who sound foul, cause my shit's tight like White Owl
Don't get it twisted, my rhythm rips in your
sections, like when I ran obsessed in your session
With an E&J fifth, my Philly's splitting on my
Battle clan macked out tracks the SP smack out
My lyrical makes an impact locally and vocally
I choke the out of any rapper that's too slow for me
I stay open 24-7 a deli
Wax the top kick like Kelly, rock my like I'm Fonzarelli
Sharp confetti, ready for action, who is this?
The knotty headed nigga One New jersey journalists
I'm never home but pages on a pay phone
On Central, or smoking ounces in a rental
I haul ass like Flash, til I pass 'em 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 a nigga with 15 record deals
So chill, and the effect when my pad kills
I be Madd Skillz, showing the art of rap
Watch the God attack when I lay tracks with the
Step back well, it ain't hard to
Rappers step up, and get cut off like cell
Getting props in spots I been yet
Check a picture out of room you posing no death threats
Yeah, this be microphone 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 mics like fucking clits
We don't play, we like the DEA,
And I be closing rappers down like Christian crack spots
he at, what's his name? He won't last, G
Cause rappers that I've cyphered be 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 the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)

[El Da
Yo check it, I be the Buddha Priest monk, kicking shit out your
Artifact you know that, raw set up the tracks
Coming through your from direction bonafied
To rip skills live, in '95 to get the
And dust the nickle rush and sacking rap quarterbacks
Neon 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 serve quick, the lyrics I kick
When I flip the Sensai type of see I rip
With my cool slang, you can't hang, my single Jingle
Like The Legion, this art of green will
Get messed up, up, style corrupt the terrorizer
Plenty of all niggas get on in '95

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