Tame One - Dynamite Soul II (Lip Service Remix) lyrics

We got the lip service, we got the breath control Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x) [Tame One] Don't look now, but my style tops the pile Over those who sound foul, cause my sh**'s tight like White Owl Don't get it twisted, my rhythm rips in your system Into sections, like when I ran obsessed in your session With an E&J fifth, my Philly's splitting on my knapsack Battle clan macked out over tracks the SP smack out My lyrical data makes an impact locally and vocally I choke the sh** out of any rapper that's too slow for me I stay open 24-7 like a deli Wax the top kick like Kelly, rock my level like I'm Fonzarelli Sharp like confetti, ready for action, who is this? The knotty headed n***a Tame One New jersey journalists I'm never home but answer pages on a pay phone On Central, or bouncers smoking ounces in a rental I haul a** like Flash, til I pa** 'em then I slow up I blow up like chicken pox in spots when n***as notice, I got... Lip service and the breath control Artifacts in effect with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x) [Mad Sk**z] Yo, I freak more raps like a n***a with 15 record deals So chill, and feel the effect when my pad k**s I be Madd Sk**z, showing MC's the art of rap Watch the God attack when I lay tracks with the Artifacts Step back well, it ain't hard to tell Rappers step up, and get cut off like illegal cell Getting props in spots I ain't been yet Take a picture at a funeral cause you posing no d**h threats Yeah, this be microphone wear and tear Act like you don't know who I am, so you can beware And get a compa** come past my location Cause my crew be rolling mad deep like Hatians On some no fair sh**, singe your nose hair sh** Nowadays n***as be teasing mics like f**ing clits We don't play, we like the DEA, hops And I be closing rappers down like Christian Watch crack spots Where he at, what's his name? He won't last, G Cause rappers that I've cyphered be walking right past me Keep walking faker, now I won't diss you In the future I tear you up like sandpaper toilet tissue Lip service and the breath control Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x) [El Da Sensai] Yo check it, I be the Buddha Priest monk, kicking sh** out your trunk That Artifact you know that, raw set up the tracks Coming through your section from direction bonafied To rip sk**s live, in '95 to get the prize And dust bust the nickle rush and sacking rap quarterbacks Like Neon Deon, I'm black so who the f** is that? 6 foot big foot, and tracks strapped to bomb raps In time to kick the rhymes, I'm the calm Don Jack I come to serve quick, check the lyrics I kick When I flip the Sensai type of gimmicks see I rip With my cool slang, you can't hang, my single Jingle Jangle Like The Legion, this art of green will strangle Get messed up, f'ed up, style corrupt the terrorizer Plenty of all n***as get stepped on in '95 Lip service and the breath control Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)