Текст песни Artifacts - Where Yo Skillz At?
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[El Da Sensai]Artifacts be the best in this MC festRest any intentions we here to mention we the freshNewark natives, Polo king bringin the zingto your Walkman, check it how we talk and singBreakin that thing, lyrical jackin, mackinAll so-called cypher rappin niggaz I`m smackinNo tricks with fits inflict the hurt like Frank ThomasTo never make the wack jams, to my peers I promiseAtomic, yet, niggaz gonna have to respectwhat we`re bringin to the table check my dialectAlphabeta, wetta, than your man who says he cantake a whole block, we put that ass on lock andStyles be groovy, fake niggaz can`t fool mecause I`m a fly brown brother and you can`t school meTools be, always sharpened for MC`s that be startinup shit, and can`t fuck with, this rap sargeantBluffin, talkin bout nothin, in factThese crews be wack, so may I ask, where yo skillz at?Chorus[Tame One]It`s no doubt what I`m about bustin yo shit out with my lyricalSmokin botanicals I be the man that makes the miraclesInvisible if need be, see me on TV and on CDsmokin beadies in 3-D doin graffitiMy mechanical style, interlocks rocks and shockscause I`m hot, X marks the spot like Sadat watchI`m so tight with mine, nickel and dime rhymersare smokin one quarter pushin off the corner from foul linePrime time teams rewind and can`t find mineThey all left behind because my rhymes lack guidelinesWings get pushed back from hairlines to asscracksSo check ASCAP, on Artifacts soundtracksSo act ill, I can peel a skill like fresh billsCrack a rapper like a Phills I smack more ass than Benny Hillbut chill a minute, I`m all up in it infinite potentialNewark, Jew Jersey resedential areas I turn to burial plotsfor MC`s, who don`t believe what I conceiveOr leave a whole team speechless, gettin jives to Chucky CheeseI`m like Jesus to the mic, write My Life out like MaryI`m oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that`s sanitaryDon`t play me too close, you`ll get roasted by the human torchfrom Newark, I`m blowin up spots without tour supportI distort thoughts, with izm sticks and quartsLaughin at rappers who come at me in soft packs like NewportsI walk that talk, get down and dirty like New YorkThat`s why I`m still fat, beef kill that, nigga where yo skillz at?Chorus[El Da Sensai]But, back to the subject at handPeep my battle plan and I`ll be forced to chop that handoff soft brothers yo they can`t withstandthe pressure, prepare the stretcher and the DristanCause in nine-six, these MC`s can`t missIf you purchase this, then you see why brothers kinda pissed it`sthe Mr. Flip Lipper always stayin dippedAlways talkin shit, always hittin hallways and shit[Tame One]I play the parks after dark and spark L`s until my head bustand then bust, plus when I get dusted you`ll get messed upRollin with razors neighbors hate me cause I`m famousTame is accurate back with battle raps fat like battleshipsConstantly open like a hood rat that`s smokinGot bitches in Hoboken overdosin off my potionsWet like oceans, my notebook looks atrociousBe dissin vocal coaches I don`t let them hit my roachesI handle my Biz like WarnerBrothers be on the corner talkin gossip, hot cause they ain`t got shitWatch this... where yo skillz at nigga?Chorus