Artifact Dynamite Soul Ii (lip Service Remix) Lyrics

Dynamite Soul Ii (lip Service Remix) 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 pile



Over those who sound foul, cause my shit's tight like White Owl



Don't get it twisted, my rhythm rips in your system



Into sections, like when I ran obsessed in your session



With an E&J fifth, my Philly's splitting on my knapsack



Battle clan macked out over tracks the SP smack out



My lyrical data makes an impact locally and vocally



I choke the shit out of any rapper that's too slow for me



I stay open 24-7 like a deli



Wax the top kick like Kelly, rock my level like I'm Fonzarelli



Sharp like confetti, ready for action, who is this?



The knotty headed nigga Tame One New jersey journalists



I'm never home but answer pages on a pay phone



On Central, or bouncers smoking ounces in a rental



I haul ass like Flash, til I pass 'em then I slow up



I 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 deals



So chill, and feel the effect when my pad kills



I be Madd Skillz, showing MC's the art of rap



Watch the God attack when I lay tracks with the Artifacts



Step back well, it ain't hard to tell



Rappers step up, and get cut off like illegal cell



Getting props in spots I ain't been yet



Check a picture out of room cause you posing no death threats



Yeah, this be microphone wear and tear



Act like you don't know who I am, so you can beware



And get a compass come past my location



Cause my crew be rolling mad deep like Hatians



On some no fair shit, singe your nose hair shit



Nowadays niggas be teasing mics like fucking clits



We don't play, we like the DEA, hops



And I be closing rappers down like Christian Watch crack spots



Where he at, what's his name? He won't last, G



Cause rappers that I've cyphered be walking right past me



Keep walking faker, now I won't diss you



In 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 trunk



That Artifact you know that, raw set up the tracks



Coming through your section from direction bonafied



To rip skills live, in '95 to get the prize



And dust bust the nickle rush and sacking rap quarterbacks



Like Neon Deon, I'm black so who the fuck is that?



6 foot big foot, and tracks strapped to bomb raps



In time to kick the rhymes, I'm the calm Don Jack



I come to serve quick, check the lyrics I kick



When I flip the Sensai type of gimmicks see I rip



With my cool slang, you can't hang, my single Jingle Jangle



Like The Legion, this art of green will strangle



Get messed up, f'ed up, style corrupt the terrorizer



Plenty of all niggas get stepped on in '95







	Lip service and the breath control



	Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul(Repeat 2x)