- Artifacts To Ya Chest 歌词
- Artifacts
- ?Sahara zombie?
Yeah For all those affiliated
Yeah yeah [Tame One]
Word is bond my songs ain't wack, and any ***** who thinks that, they must can't rap, and can't get that
I got dues with receipts, peeps who make mad beats
So if you get souped,
I add beef
Commander in
Chief of the belief fonta leafs burn slower
The end knot mixin
E&J with soda keeps me geeked up
So if you got **** then speak up so
I can twist up and leave you with that **** in tea cups
We bust the raps that matter, while you battle your own boys, just to check to see who's fatter
I put it together like
McGyver, bombin your rhyme cypher
Helpin to represent funk like diapers
I'm one of them prime time rhymes without rotation but
I'm patient, cause
Tame One don't owe no station nathan
I'd rather hide my tape collection like
I'm Nixon
Watergate nine-six in effect, the deck's missin
Chorus: El
Da Sensai
Crews get taken out quick, who's the best
Tame and M
C El bringin lyrics to ya chest, one two (repeat 2X) [El Da Sensai]
One two, Artifacts, nine-six
My forms, patterns, some might think it's arrogant
I'm transparent, but with lyrics it's apparent
That I be the greater rhyme stater with the data
Saturn Sega, player, wack ***** hater
Instant flow, like five minute grits flips
To rock for the
Jack's haps be on some other ****
Uncover skits like a private **** hits
From all different directions, chop you into sections like a jigsaw, **** be raw, rock for alla y'all tall raps, and brawls, touch all jaws with the gall, foot in the mix like
Hammer grammar forms
Check the track, flip the song
Hits From the
Bong, wrong
Side bumpin in your ride
Graffitism tokin ism gaggin off the lyrical jism
New Jersey native, creative with the sorts
B-boy wishin for battles check the injury reports
But there are no flaws in this rap lord's rest
Open wide ******, we bring it to ya chest
Chorus
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