| It goes like this then it goes like that
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| Artifacts yo we rap mad facts without no feedback
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| Bust a niggy down and clowns? |
| check my footmark
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| El sparks the dutch, quicker than the? |
| to God
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| Greater darker than Vader, state of the art don’t start
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| My skills mad thrills while you’re still cheap, like K-Mart
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| Ain’t smart, mothereffer deffer all get aten
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| Steppin with my rap weapon, now who’s testin?
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| This Mister El, sinister Brick City minister
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| Swingin with my nigga Tame, Boom Skwad adventure
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| Loc style, to the max, tax cats with no doubt
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| Bust your whole shit out, drunken with my chi style
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| Diesel Don, ism Gov’na rated all-stars
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| Up to par, baby pah, ease a Heine from the bar
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| When I’m with my peeps, we be deep for the shows
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| Rockin low pro, in the corner shootin cee-lo
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| Huff puff enough to keep your eyes bloodshot
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| Get more cocker spaniel move your ass like Daniel
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| To the left I step, super def, human being
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| Tame get on the mic, with the one two three and
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| Pass off, I blast off, like Jetsons when I’m flexin
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| X’n wack tags and rap fags in ANY fuckin section
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| Watch the notty head G-Wiz get biz, word to Muensters
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| Peace to Daddy Reef and Money Stuntsa
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| A-Cool, my nigga Fat G roll the spliff
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| Jay Burnz and Mellow Max, my man Swift takes the flicks
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| A Hooterville killer with +Wild Styles+ like the movie
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| I light blunts with my right, in left I keep a toolie
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| The Boom Skwad president, ain’t hesitant to represent
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| Elements that’s relevant, diss bitches for the hell of it
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| I got much pride, electrin SLIDIN suckers backwards
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| Like Mike Jackson, throwin hats, the Artifacts hittin
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| G off, so won’t you be off, because I’m peed off
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| Enough to fuck some stuff up, and rip another rough cut
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| My crew’s paid mad dues, without no reimbursement
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| Verse after verse, the mic be Howlin like a Thirstin
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| And we out. |
| FUCK DAT!
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| «Whassup now muthafuka?» |
| (4X) |