[03:20.00]Artifacts - To Ya Chest (LP Version)
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[03:20.00]Sahara zombie?
[03:20.00]Yeah
[03:20.00]For all those affiliated
[03:20.00]Yeah yeah
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[03:20.00]Word is bond my songs ain't wack, and any ni**a
[03:20.00]Who thinks that, they must can't rap, and can't get that
[03:20.00]I got dues with receipts, peeps who make mad beats
[03:20.00]So if you get souped, I add beef
[03:20.00]Commander in Chief of the belief fonta leafs burn slower
[03:20.00]The end knot mixin E&J with soda keeps me geeked up
[03:20.00]So if you got w**d then speak up
[03:20.00]So i can twist up and leave you with that sh*t in tea cups
[03:20.00]We bust the raps that matter, while you battle
[03:20.00]Your own boys, just to check to see who's fatter
[03:20.00]I put it together like McGyver, bombin your rhyme cypher
[03:20.00]Helpin to represent funk like diapers
[03:20.00]I'm one of them prime time rhymes without rotation
[03:20.00]But i'm patient, cause tame one don't owe no station nathan
[03:20.00]I'd rather hide my tape collection like I'm Nixon
[03:20.00]Watergate nine-six in effect, the deck's missin
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[03:20.00]Crews get taken out quick, who's the best
[03:20.00]Tame and MC El bringin lyrics to ya chest, one two
[03:20.00]Crews get taken out quick, who's the best
[03:20.00]Tame and MC El bringin lyrics to ya chest, one two
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[03:20.00]One two, Artifacts, nine-six
[03:20.00]My forms, patterns, some might think it's arrogant
[03:20.00]I'm transparent, but with lyrics it's apparent
[03:20.00]That I be the greater rhyme stater with the data
[03:20.00]Saturn Sega, player, wack ni**a hater
[03:20.00]Instant flow, like five minute grits flips
[03:20.00]To rock for the Jack's haps be on some other sh*t
[03:20.00]Uncover skits like a private dick hits
[03:20.00]From all different directions, chop you into sections
[03:20.00]Like a jigsaw, sh*t be raw, rock for alla y'all tall
[03:20.00]Raps, and brawls, touch all jaws
[03:20.00]With the gall, foot in the mix like hammer grammar forms
[03:20.00]Check the track, flip the song Hits From the Bong, wrong
[03:20.00]Side bumpin in your ride
[03:20.00]Graffitism tokin ism gaggin off the lyrical jism
[03:20.00]New Jersey native, creative with the sorts
[03:20.00]B-boy wishin for battles check the injury reports
[03:20.00]But there are no flaws in this rap lord's rest
[03:20.00]Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya chest
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[03:20.00]Crews get taken out quick, who's the best
[03:20.00]Tame and MC El bringin lyrics to ya chest, one two
[03:20.00]Crews get taken out quick, who's the best
[03:20.00]Tame and MC El bringin lyrics to ya chest, one two
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