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Artifacts - 31 Bumrush lyrics
My off the hook look, leaves my competitors shook No matter what groups you book, I still jam like Sam Cooke Took a whole click out, and had the soundman flippin kickin wicked freestyle to shit on niggaz with the writtens Check my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass kicked quick if they try to flip like ashes, I'm never passive, as is, yo you see the flow yo what happened Check out them niggaz rappin The clap of the crowd be showin me love like Cupid Loop it back, shit slams like I dished off to Shaq My crew stay strapped with battle raps on cap We ready to clap on chaps who make up half you sucker rap acts I'm intact with facts, MC's can't compete with these treats And Shawn J P. with the beats, unleash talents, balance, styles extra-ordinary with the vocabulary, no other buries We know schematics on rapper's theatrics Only a few can freak status, Artifacts techniques can freak from here to Dalls, leavin you to clean up like Alice, shit's thick like smoke from out the chalice The weak we em-barr-ass, showin no pity on your city We either play you live or have you taped in like MIDI (who) The Brick City Committee comin through a nigga soundset This round's for all our niggaz that didn't get down yet Ashes to ashes, dust to dust From off the back of the bus, the 31 Bumrush Crews we breeze through, you don't know, you need to tell the soundman, don't touch nothin but the EQ (repeat 2X) Deafenin, lethal weapon steppin with the props Seekin through your sale racks and peepin all mall cops In to win, tall like, Paul Bunyan, the bass line's drummin Meanin that the Notty Headed Nigguz comin Lights, camera! Act like you wanna bring the dra-ma I make it hotter than all of Atlanta, ready to act up My Hooterville upbringin is swingin upon ya son Gunnin for your under the name of Tame One Yo, eyes focused, lips ready to toke it You'll choke on my skit, your dilemma is to quit flip scripts, who's the winner takin out all beginners in an instant, my style's polished and stain resistant The E&J sipper blunt ripper nigga flips your bitch ass With better effects, we go to war like George Lu-cas Toucan Sam and we be the Mister Man simply put Your twelve inch could barely make a foot We got bombs, my momma told me no when I was younger but I told her, "I don't cry on no shoulders I'm a soldier" Let me show ya, how we can rock a crowd like Ayatollah Check the folder (here we go check it out right now) Now you got the scoop, check the Guess troop low On the chest, niggaz still use the word fresh blessed You see the structure, builder, constructer Bust a, nother with the skills that I muster Up touche you check the rhyme forte Artifacts, Tame One, and MC El the Sensai Chorus |
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