Artifact - Cummin Thru Ya *****in Block Lyrics
[all] Make it funky (4X)My nigga Tame [all] makes it funkyMy nigga El [all] makes it funkyRedman [all] makes it funkyHuh, check it outVerse One: El Da SensaiI Ego Trip like Ultramag, sag my Girbauds I dragcompetition so listen and raise the white flagCause the instructor, of the New Jerz verse dustsanother mother*****er I discover what no other brothercan do, hard to handle and to, stampI play Tramp like Grace Jones in that movie VampI'm fit to wreck shit, I dip into the skitSpit lyrics exquisite, blitted as I hit itI suppose I knows the ways of the prosBros be like, "Oh that nigga's got mad flows"Creep'll get it deep, I got it when it's strict againstducks who suck, and didn't have the best defenseI make shit nice, defies with my deviceAnd if I'm in a rap fight, you can catch a cap, rightBust it, whassup what did ya ask me?Crafty with my sassafrass P-Funk, thought been handyDandy Mayor Ave., back in the lab create my trapDibble dabble in the midst of the Artifact we haveswiftness, I blitz, specific and you dig itfrom N.J., the Notty Headed Terror and da SensaiChorus: Artifacts, RedmanPump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shotsIt's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya *****in block(repeat 3X)Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shotsIt's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya *****in!!Verse Two: Tame OneWell I come live from the Artifact exhibit as a misfitLarger than Jurassic Park I lick off like Wilson PickettDrama like a talk show I hit more cheese than nachoFeelin Machu when I Pi on; a Coltrane like RoscoeHostile underground fossil, nigga bout to rock yaSo peep it how I freak it check the technique yeah I rock yaI glide like drips and blaze a trail like I was PortlandWhen ill stressed, I still rock a vest like Ed NortonThe ill king, taking all things cash, crash, and assesBackstage passes, V.I.P. all accessI got the props pon *****, ***** the know-notsWhose techniques are weaker than the graphics for the GobotsI rock with raw steel like Sue Richards, when Rick smacks herUp mother***** that I got more funk than muskratsWith my hocus pocus I can ***** up where ya focuswit my left hook, dip right jab shuffle I can smoke yait don't matter, cause all my shit is fatter than thepads on MPC-60's, hit me you got five second to jet GStraight from the Bricks, now back to the N.J.The Notty Headed Nigga and da mother*****in SensaiHoooaaaahhh! One two, one two, one twoThis is for Jersey, haha ahh, ah hahOne two, one twoVerse Three: Tame One, MC ElI'm the black king, quick to grease my naps with Royal Crownand aloe vera representin for the Notty Headed nigga eraHowever whatever my Posse Packs the Pistolsand my Skwad got the Boom, rid the room, get the *****esThe exact Artifact, who is that, you speak ofLeak my speakers, unique and freakin beats track in factI be dat, nigga who you look for, in your worst fearsPeace to my nigga Lord Sear and SamereDisplay, niggaz from N.J.Notty Headed Terror and da mother*****in SensaiOutro: Artifacts, RedmanPump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shotsIt's that Notty Headed Nigga cummin thru ya *****in blockPump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shotsIt's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya *****in blockPump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shotsBig up to Boom Skwad's cummin thru ya *****in blockPump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shotsIt's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya *****in blockPump! Pump!BooyakaPump! Pump! (6X)For nine-fo'Pump! Pump!Artifacts get dapped like that y'all*sound of rat-a-tat drumming again*Jersey's in the *****in house y'allNew York's live in the house y'allNewark is live in the house y'allE-O's live in the house y'allWord is bond in the hizouse y'allI'm in the mother*****in hizouse y'allSo niggaz get the *****in balls y'all
