![]() ![]() ![]() all access I got the props pon cock, fuck the know-nots Whose techniques are weaker than the graphics for the Gobots I rock with raw steel like Sue Richards, when Rick smacks her Up motherfuck that I got more funk than muskrats With my hocus pocus I can fuck up where ya focus Wit my left hook, dip right jab shuffle I can smoke ya It don't matter, cause all my shit is fatter than the Pads on MPC-60's, hit me you got five second to jet G Straight from the Bricks, now back to the N.J The Notty Headed Nigga and da motherfuckin Sensei Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block (repeat 3X) Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin!! Well I come live from the Artifact exhibit as a misfit Larger than Jurassic Park I lick off like Wilson Pickett Drama like a talk show I hit more cheese than nacho Feelin Machu when I Pi on a Coltrane like Roscoe Hostile underground fossil, nigga bout to rock ya So peep it how I freak it check the technique yeah I rock ya I 'Glide' like Drex and +Blaze+ a +Trail+ like I was +Portland+ When ill stressed, I still rock a vest like Ed Norton The ill king, taking all things cash, crash, and asses Backstage passes, V.I.P. To the beat y'all *rat-a-tat drumming sound* Make it funky (4X) My nigga Tame makes it funky My nigga El makes it funky Redman makes it funky Huh, check it out I Ego Trip like Ultramag, sag my Girbauds I drag Competition so listen and raise the white flag Cause the instructor, of the New Jerz verse dusts Another motherfucker I discover what no other brother Can do, hard to handle and to, stamp I play Tramp like Grace Jones in that movie Vamp I'm fit to wreck shit, I dip into the skit Spit lyrics exquisite, blitted as I hit it I suppose I knows the ways of the pros Bros be like, "Oh that nigga's got mad flows" Creep'll keep it deep I got a winning streak against ducks who suck And didn't have the best defense I make shit nice, defies with my device And if I'm in a rap fight, you can catch a cap, right Bust it, whassup what did ya ask me? Crafty with my sassafrass P-Funk, thought been handy Dandy Mayor Ave., back in the lab create my trap Dibble dabble in the midst of the Artifact we have Swiftness, I blitz, specific and you dig it From N.J., the Notty Headed Terror and da Sensei
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