To the beat y'all
*rat-a-tat drumming sound*
[all] Make it funky (4X)
[Red] My n***a Tame [all] makes it funky
[Red] My n***a El [all] makes it funky
[Red] Redman [all] makes it funky
[Red] Huh, check it out
Verse One: El Da Sensai
I Ego Trip like Ultramag, sag my Girbauds I drag
competition so listen and raise the white flag
Cause the instructor, of the New Jerz verse dusts
another motherf**ker I discover what no other brother
can do, hard to handle and to, stamp
I play Tramp like Grace Jones in that movie Vamp
I'm fit to wreck sh**, I dip into the skit
Spit lyrics exquisite, blitted as I hit it
I suppose I knows the ways of the pros
Bros be like, "Oh that n***a's got mad flows"
Creep'll get it deep, I got it when it's strict against
ducks who s**, and didn't have the best defense
I make sh** nice, defies with my device
And if I'm in a rap fight, you can catch a cap, right
Bust it, wha**up what did ya ask me?
Crafty with my sa**afra** P-Funk, thought been handy
Dandy Mayor Ave., back in the lab create my trap
Dibble dabble in the midst of the Artifact we have
swiftness, I blitz, specific and you dig it
from N.J., the Notty Headed Terror and da Sensai
Chorus: Artifacts, Redman
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya f**kin block
(repeat 3X)
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya f**kin!!
Verse Two: Tame One
Well I come live from the Artifact exhibit as a misfit
Larger than Jura**ic Park I lick off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a talk show I hit more cheese than nacho
Feelin Machu when I Pi on; a Coltrane like Roscoe
Hostile underground fossil, n***a bout to rock ya
So peep it how I freak it check the technique yeah I rock ya
I glide like drips and blaze a trail like I was Portland
When ill stressed, I still rock a vest like Ed Norton
The ill king, taking all things cash, crash, and a**es
Backstage pa**es, V.I.P. all access
I got the props pon co*k, f**k the know-nots
Whose techniques are weaker than the graphics for the Gobots
I rock with raw steel like Sue Richards, when Rick smacks her
Up motherf**k that I got more funk than muskrats
With my hocus pocus I can f**k up where ya focus
wit my left hook, dip right jab shuffle I can smoke ya
it don't matter, cause all my sh** is fatter than the
pads on MPC-60's, hit me you got five second to jet G
Straight from the Bricks, now back to the N.J.
The Notty Headed n***a and da motherf**kin Sensai
[Red] Hoooaaaahhh! One two, one two, one two
This is for Jersey, haha ahh, ah hah
One two, one two
Verse Three: Tame One, MC El
I'm the black king, quick to grease my naps with Royal Crown
and aloe vera representin for the Notty Headed n***a era
However whatever my Posse Packs the Pistols
and my Skwad got the Boom, rid the room, get the b**hes
The exact Artifact, who is that, you speak of
Leak my speakers, unique and freakin beats track in fact
I be dat, n***a who you look for, in your worst fears
Peace to my n***a Lord Sear and Samere
Display, n***az from N.J.
Notty Headed Terror and da motherf**kin Sensai
Outro: Artifacts, Redman
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's that Notty Headed n***a cummin thru ya f**kin block
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya f**kin block
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
[Red] Big up to Boom Skwad's cummin thru ya f**kin block
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya f**kin block
Pump! Pump!
[Red] Booyaka
Pump! Pump! (6X)
[Red] For nine-fo'
Pump! Pump!
[Red] Artifacts get dapped like that y'all
*sound of rat-a-tat drumming again*
[Red] Jersey's in the f**kin house y'all
New York's live in the house y'all
Newark is live in the house y'all
E-O's live in the house y'all
Word is bond in the hizouse y'all
I'm in the motherf**kin hizouse y'all
So n***az get the f**kin balls y'all