Artifacts - Dynamite Soul 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 pileOver those who sound foul, cause my shit's tight like White OwlDon't get it twisted, my rhythm rips in your systemInto sections, like when I ran obsessed in your sessionWith an E&J fifth, my Philly's splitting on my knapsackBattle clan macked out over tracks the SP smack outMy lyrical data makes an impact locally and vocallyI choke the shit out of any rapper that's too slow for meI stay open 24-7 like a deliWax the top kick like Kelly, rock my level like I'm FonzarelliSharp like confetti, ready for action, who is this?The knotty headed nigga Tame One New jersey journalistsI'm never home but answer pages on a pay phoneOn Central, or bouncers smoking ounces in a rentalI haul ass like Flash, til I pass 'em then I slow upI blow up like chicken pox in spots when niggas notice, I got... Lip service and the breath control Artifacts in effect with the Dynamite Soul(Repeat 2x)[Mad Skillz]Yo, I freak more raps like a nigga with 15 record dealsSo chill, and feel the effect when my pad killsI be Madd Skillz, showing MC's the art of rapWatch the God attack when I lay tracks with the ArtifactsStep back well, it ain't hard to tellRappers step up, and get cut off like illegal cellGetting props in spots I ain't been yetCheck a picture out of room cause you posing no death threatsYeah, this be microphone wear and tearAct like you don't know who I am, so you can bewareAnd get a compass come past my locationCause my crew be rolling mad deep like HatiansOn some no fair shit, singe your nose hair shitNowadays niggas be teasing mics like *****ing clitsWe don't play, we like the DEA, hopsAnd I be closing rappers down like Christian Watch crack spotsWhere he at, what's his name? He won't last, GCause rappers that I've cyphered be walking right past meKeep walking faker, now I won't diss youIn 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 shit out your trunkThat Artifact you know that, raw set up the tracksComing through your section from direction bonafiedTo rip skills live, in '95 to get the prizeAnd dust bust the nickle rush and sacking rap quarterbacksLike Neon Deon, I'm black so who the ***** is that?6 foot big foot, and tracks strapped to bomb rapsIn time to kick the rhymes, I'm the calm Don JackI come to serve quick, check the lyrics I kickWhen I flip the Sensai type of gimmicks see I ripWith my cool slang, you can't hang, my single Jingle JangleLike The Legion, this art of green will strangleGet messed up, f'ed up, style corrupt the terrorizerPlenty of all niggas get stepped on in '95 Lip service and the breath control Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul(Repeat 2x)
