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Artifacts - The Interview lyrics
El Da Sensei] My characteristics be mistic, you ask who is it doin it, with the next type of tecs running through it The bullshit, I mean, rap style clean while I lean my 6 foot frame, Tame's the other being Seeing that niggas wack, time to take it back to basics Like saucony sneakers or a pair of Asics Don't hate this- analyst, hip hop activist battle tecnician who be on a mission now listen [Tame One] Tame One got more grip than gore tex I'm comin through your set like CBS writing my name up in your projects Who wanna test me when I'm sess-ted Pushing the paragraph like it's a Lexus I come off hot like Texas My west disrtict predicts that I'm the shit So I walk through the bricks and shoot the gif like it's a full fifth I bring the ruckus filling dutches with dust I spread love like Take 6 until the whole spliff bust [El] We wish to diminish MC frauds who need to check into a rap clinic, thinking that they all in it My message to those is right down to the core kick your best MC and all his niggas through the door 3-point offense, defense level's high Stamina a hundred, leave your team ass dry [Tame] It's still our nature to hate ya play you out like Las Vegas cause my crew's got more game than 16 Segas with adaptors, battling wack rappers and actors for all their stacks and keeping my family fucked up like the Jacksons [El] Yo, you couldn't find my dap if you tried to use a map or instructions, the number ones sold, guns be bustin so Best to recognize, eyes is on the prize watching for spies who want a piece of the lyrical pie [Tame] Crews be flippin like they really wanna die but when I ease up, they freeze and can't look me in the eye I got folders on the jokers who talk trash They never walk past, cause I be checkin for they're hall pass Haul ass and let me shine like glass do when I die make a statue, I get in you like a tattoo I pay homage to all the bombers that I'm fly with enduring politics and getting paid off of some side shit [El] I push niggas back who lack skills to hold their own Jackin other brothers' styles way that they can zone Prone to dismantle your insides like Mickey Mantle My form lasts long, like trick candles You see the work of these rhyme experts that hurt niggas in cyphers to make the other states liver Survivors of the fittest light the graf then ASCAP Sen-S-E-I peep the next paragraph [Tame] In all actu-al my style's wilder than a crack spot I'm illin, using the putas you buildin as my backdrop I paint a picture perfect with a thousand pencils From the back of Continentals, Lincolns, drinkin, thinkin mental You better look through your girl's tape collection cause this next subject might have a nigga second-guessing I wanna do raps and get fat like Apache so I can get nasty and dis a nigga like a taxi [El] My exquisite exhibit has facts in this specific Most niggas boast how they represent and come with it But whose the rudest boys, coolest with poise Artifacts be stickin them with rhythm poise Is on the biz, taylor skills like Liz Tryin to save the culture, vultures wanna run the biz You hear my voice more clear, intact peep the lyrics, trap my sectrets Ill like the film called the Curor Questions, answers, brothers payin dues MCs recognize, yo, we endin this interview |
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