Текст песни Artifacts - 31 Bumrush
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My off the hook look, leaves my competitors shookNo matter what groups you book, I still jam like Sam CookeTook a whole click out, and had the soundman flippinkickin wicked freestyle to shit on niggaz with the writtensCheck my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass kickedquick if they try to flip like ashes, I`mnever passive, as is, yo you see the flow yo what happenedCheck out them niggaz rappinThe clap of the crowd be showin me love like CupidLoop it back, shit slams like I dished off to ShaqMy crew stay strapped with battle raps on capWe ready to clap on chaps who make up half you sucker rap actsI`m intact with facts, MC`s can`t compete with these treatsAnd Shawn J P. with the beats, unleashtalents, balance, styles extra-ordinarywith the vocabulary, no other buriesWe know schematics on rapper`s theatricsOnly a few can freak status, Artifacts techniquescan freak from here to Dalls, leavin you to clean uplike Alice, shit`s thick like smoke from out the chaliceThe weak we em-barr-ass, showin no pity on your cityWe either play you live or have you taped in like MIDI (who)The Brick City Committee comin through a nigga soundsetThis round`s for all our niggaz that didn`t get down yet Ashes to ashes, dust to dust From off the back of the bus, the 31 Bumrush Crews we breeze through, you don`t know, you need to tell the soundman, don`t touch nothin but the EQ (repeat 2X)Deafenin, lethal weapon steppin with the propsSeekin through your sale racks and peepin all mall copsIn to win, tall like, Paul Bunyan, the bass line`s drumminMeanin that the Notty Headed Nigguz cominLights, camera! Act like you wanna bring the dra-maI make it hotter than all of Atlanta, ready to act upMy Hooterville upbringin is swingin upon ya sonGunnin for your under the name of Tame OneYo, eyes focused, lips ready to toke itYou`ll choke on my skit, your dilemma is to quitflip scripts, who`s the winner takin out all beginnersin an instant, my style`s polished and stain resistantThe E&J sipper blunt ripper nigga flips your bitch assWith better effects, we go to war like George Lu-casToucan Sam and we be the Mister Man simply putYour twelve inch could barely make a footWe got bombs, my momma told me no when I was youngerbut I told her, "I don`t cry on no shoulders I`m a soldier"Let me show ya, how we can rock a crowd like AyatollahCheck the folder (here we go check it out right now)Now you got the scoop, check the Guess troop lowOn the chest, niggaz still use the word fresh blessedYou see the structure, builder, constructerBust a, nother with the skills that I musterUp touche you check the rhyme forteArtifacts, Tame One, and MC El the Sensai Chorus