[Intro: Tame One, El Da Sensei & Sample]
What what
Barriers are breakin', a new trend to send
Artifacts transcend from beginning to end
Word up to my n***as in the West, [?]
To my peoples on the ave (Do you wanna know?)
To my n***as in the Bronx [?] kid (Do you wanna know?)
Word up, once again (I don’t think so)
Barriers are breakin', a new trend to send
Artifacts transcend from beginning to end

[Verse 1: El Da Sensei]
'96, batter the kicks, blitz, mix the batter
Add a comma, drama, under the dawn scatter
MC’s, they on E peep the steez
Whack n***as ease, left my lyrical status beez death
After next you talkin' trash, walkin' ass
My rap blast-ass is fucked up in the bus-iness
It's time to bust brothers who be lackin' rappin'
Happy Looney Tunes, actin' like they shit be happenin'
But naw, raw shit for ya, balance got the talent
To school rap fools, some say they rule I can’t stand it
But never in the rush, strut pussy footin’ up
My style's heated like cookin’, I'm hookin' dough to stuff
On one type, right my souls, dynamite for spite
I'm fightin’ those cruisin', forecast news of blight
Might, this be, MC, jealous of the flow?
The super rap pro, do you really wanna know?
[Chorus x4: Method Man Sample]
What what
Now time to get it goin' on
What what

[Verse 2: Tame One]
In this profession ain't no time for second guessin'
Crews be testin' (No question), I'm leavin' suckas stressin'
Mad vexed 'cause I wreck sets and clock checks
Have n***as like projects and boo crews who rock next
I notice broke ass MC's who lack focus
Won't approach us, they keep it real in small doses
Posin' for posters, holdin' up they noses
Not knowin' that they can't make A.G. without Showbiz
Frontin' for hoes but ain't got one show the first
Curse my verse 'cause it hurts, rappers survive by sellin' T-shirts
I put my lifestyle on wax and made a few stacks
But still got dissed after my label made they loot back
Less similar soundin' MC's run routines
While I'm stuck in between, doin' my dream and gettin' cream
My whole team fiends for ill skills I spill out
But when you rock spots I hear your block yells out ''Sellout''
And since I'm frontin' I'ma run it with intentions
From nondescript Nick Wiz to dissin' boy mentions
I'm endin' all that dumb shit like Jim Henson
Serve n***as like Bens and preventin' crews from representin'
[Chorus x6: Method Man Sample]
What what
Now time to get it goin' on
What what

[Verse 3: El Da Sensei & Tame One]
My slick talk be talkin', stalkin' tags in malls
Hauls in action, hittin' low spots brothas be jackin'
Still be maxin', page after page, stage after stage
Engage for snappin', happen to be true to rappin'
Closed caption effects from the king of dialect
I inject flow that will blow the whole fuckin' set
Peep the time check, pass to Artifact one true Tame One, be Artifact number 2
A-yo check the data on the rappers that'll touch ya
And ring alarms 'cause we got the bombs like Russia
Monosyllabic habits of rappin' sound erratic
While our lines wreck minds and distract like wet fabric
Fantastic like Four, raw like World Wars, I come across like bridgeworkin'
Plus I heard your image when I tour (Now what was that for?)
Ditched two back flips for these rappers with black lips
And action packed lyrics in hieroglyphics on a half inch

[Chorus x10: Method Man Sample]
What what
Now time to get it goin' on
What what