Artifacts - This Is Da Way Lyrics
[Tame One]Hah! The former back of the classroom talk-trasherBlastin off at ya without help from NASA, has tablow a nigga's chest up like asthmawith raptures and fresh ass raps from wack bastardsWest district politickin like GibsonMake a pick-up, and then escapes from New York like Snakeplitzkinwith trees tied to the thighs of down shorties clearing CustomsReady to cuss and bust on any nigga *****in with production(This ain't my bag)Back in the Bricks tricks and kids dig the music as we dooz it(God damn yo!)And lose it, when we play niggaz the new shit(That's that shit!)Cross this T, watch me dot your eyeStay on your P's and Q's, niggaz I've mastered my highAnd when the snake bites and hype blinds your eyesightAt last, the Artifacts, will bug and have the last laughWe're comin through all studio sessionsBringin 40 mother*****ers, pissin all over your conference tables[El Da Sensai]Like this right hereRhyme style criminal, with the lyrical missileWack niggaz the issue bless, catchin wreck, to your chestRock even Budapest, who the best, on the spotBlitzin niggaz wicked from the cornerback, slot for propsMC's pop, but run up close into my strategyTask be, easily complete major catastropheI be the rhymin holocaust, with the sauce to tossthose who fakin jacks in rappin know they fallin offIs it the way we lay the forte, display my caliberSlayin my challengers, used to be a dancer, now a flow, balancerManufacture raptures, dip into my tricksPullin out treats, and singles comin by the hitsShit done by Vic, units for the nine-sixMC El the Sen, with Da Way Like ThisWe kickin over your crossaintsSmack
