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Artifacts

"Art of facts - lp dirty version"

Paroles de la chanson Art Of Facts (lp Dirty) :
Intro: Tame One

As Mellow Max passes the blunts to Skully

We're about to come get nutty up in here

Artifacts, nine-six tricks

Sean J. with the beat

Complete, with the Artifact techniques

Verse One: Tame One
I like to rip off mics and clock off dice that roll funny

Gettin blunted off somebody's hoe money

Honies beepin for me for cheese, ease back, please keep that weave

Intact

Best believe that Tamer D'll be back

Get the weed sacks relax, f*ck a flick from Blockbuster

I'ma touch ya, provin who got the bomb like Russia

Friendly neighborhood rap hood, with goods

Could it be? Yes, no question

(*DJ Kaos cuts "Tame One"*) Now let's start up the session

Kick a rap out til I black out, check out when I wreck out

Throwin backs out, laughin out loud when n*ggas crap out

Me I want more G's than the LAPD

From when I wrote my first rhyme in eighty-three

With each speech released I reach mad blocks

Analyzin more spots than Matlock

Now I got this rappin sh*t on padlock

You only half-rock, my sh*t returns like resurrections

In religion, was f*ckin with the fact we only bullsh*ttin

*DJ Kaos cuts and scratches "Yo El", "Sinister Brick City minister"*

Verse Two: El Da Sensai, Tame One
One two, yo

Start takin notes, statin all quotes

n*ggas couldn't see me through an optometrist scope

Open, by the rhythm MC's that's hardest

New Jerusalem, Artifacts be the oddest

Main target, crews who think they bringin the news

Who's this? Kickin in your Benz-y box crisp

As long as the Boom Skwad is hearing me clear

There ain't another rapper here that's gonna G this year (yeah)

Lyric for lyric we exhibit mass appeal

Stayin Real like Erick Sermon, drunk off the funk like it was bourbon

Rollin up Big Willie like Suburban, Blazers make a wager

Tamer blows up like a pager

Makin you wake up early, tell your girlie turn my tape up

Wait up, let me lace up the place like boots

Make loot, and Proceed to rock like Roots

I tear the roof off, and when I f*ck don't take my boots off

I shoot from the lip, and make your nose glow like Rudolph

You soft, so let me hit you off with all the hardness

Artifacts sh*t, we got the hard sh*t regardless

*DJ Kaos cuts "Punks pop junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat"*

Verse Three: El the Sensai
Many ask how I be makin up my sh*t

Like the format and how it don't match or fit

I just, dig into the X-Files of styles

Hittin while you're missin I'll prove that the child

Be on the different angles strangle those who wanna tangle

With the, Flexi With the Technique ripper

El the, Sensai what the men say in the back?

Thinkin that we can't battle rap in combat

Cease that, realize that the Facts don't mess

Around when we bless sounds down for any test

So bring your nine and your vest

Cause when you step to these men, your plan best to be correct

Interject with intellect, each step steady

Dissin those who pose with beef that's petty

*DJ Kaos cuts "Who wanna battle? No one

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