[all] Make it funky (4X) [Red] My nigga Tame [all] makes it funky [Red] My nigga El [all] makes it funky [Red] Redman [all] makes it funky [Red] Huh, check it out
Verse One: El Da Sensai
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 get it deep, I got it when it's strict 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 Sensai
Chorus: Artifacts, Redman
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots [Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block (repeat 3X) Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots [Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin!!
Verse Two: Tame One
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 drips 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. 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 Sensai
[Red] Hoooaaaahhh! One two, one two, one two This is for Jersey, haha ahh, ah hah One two, one two
Verse Three: Tame One, MC El
I'm the black king, quick to grease my naps with Royal Crown and aloe vera representin for the Notty Headed nigga era However whatever my Posse Packs the Pistols and my Skwad got the Boom, rid the room, get the bitches
The exact Artifact, who is that, you speak of Leak my speakers, unique and freakin beats track in fact I be dat, nigga who you look for, in your worst fears Peace to my nigga Lord Sear and Samere Display, niggaz from N.J. Notty Headed Terror and da motherfuckin Sensai
Outro: Artifacts, Redman
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots [Red] It's that Notty Headed Nigga cummin thru ya fuckin block Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots [Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots [Red] Big up to Boom Skwad's cummin thru ya fuckin block Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots [Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block Pump! Pump! [Red] Booyaka Pump! Pump! (6X) [Red] For nine-fo' Pump! Pump! [Red] Artifacts get dapped like that y'all *sound of rat-a-tat drumming again* [Red] Jersey's in the fuckin house y'all New York's live in the house y'all Newark is live in the house y'all E-O's live in the house y'all Word is bond in the hizouse y'all I'm in the motherfuckin hizouse y'all So niggaz get the fuckin balls y'all
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[all] Make it funky (4X) [Red] My nigga Tame [all] makes it funky [Red] My nigga El [all] makes it funky [Red] Redman [all] makes it funky [Red] Huh, check it out
Verse One: El Da Sensai
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 get it deep, I got it when it's strict 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 Sensai
Chorus: Artifacts, Redman
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots [Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block (repeat 3X) Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots [Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin!!
Verse Two: Tame One
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 drips 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. 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 Sensai
[Red] Hoooaaaahhh! One two, one two, one two This is for Jersey, haha ahh, ah hah One two, one two
Verse Three: Tame One, MC El
I'm the black king, quick to grease my naps with Royal Crown and aloe vera representin for the Notty Headed nigga era However whatever my Posse Packs the Pistols and my Skwad got the Boom, rid the room, get the bitches
The exact Artifact, who is that, you speak of Leak my speakers, unique and freakin beats track in fact I be dat, nigga who you look for, in your worst fears Peace to my nigga Lord Sear and Samere Display, niggaz from N.J. Notty Headed Terror and da motherfuckin Sensai
Outro: Artifacts, Redman
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots [Red] It's that Notty Headed Nigga cummin thru ya fuckin block Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots [Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots [Red] Big up to Boom Skwad's cummin thru ya fuckin block Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots [Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block Pump! Pump! [Red] Booyaka Pump! Pump! (6X) [Red] For nine-fo' Pump! Pump! [Red] Artifacts get dapped like that y'all *sound of rat-a-tat drumming again* [Red] Jersey's in the fuckin house y'all New York's live in the house y'all Newark is live in the house y'all E-O's live in the house y'all Word is bond in the hizouse y'all I'm in the motherfuckin hizouse y'all So niggaz get the fuckin balls y'all
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