31 Bumrush Lyrics - Singles - Artifact

My off the hook look, leaves my competitors shook 

No matter what groups you book, I still jam like Sam Cooke 

Took a whole click out and had the sound man flippin' 

Kickin' wicked freestyle to shit on niggaz with the writtens 

Check my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass kicked 

Quick if they try to flip like ashes, I'm never passive 

As is, yo, you see the flow yo what happened 

Check out them niggaz rappin' 

The clap of the crowd be showin' me love like Cupid 

Loop it back, shit slams like I dished off to Shaq 

My crew stay strapped with battle raps on cap 

We ready to clap on chaps who make up half you sucker rap acts 

I'm intact with facts, MC's can't compete with these treats 

And Shawn JP with the beats, unleash 

Talents, balance, styles extraordinary 

With the vocabulary, no other buries 

We know schematics on rapper's theatrics 

Only a few can freak status, Artifacts techniques 

Can freak from here to Dalls, leavin' you to clean up 

Like Alice, shit's thick like smoke from out the chalice 

The weak we embarrass, showin' no pity on your city 

We either play you live or have you taped in like MIDI, who? 

The Brick City Committee comin' through a nigga soundest 

This 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 sound man 

Don't touch nothin' but the EQ 

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 sound man 

Don't touch nothin' but the EQ 

Deafenin' lethal weapon steppin' with the props 

Seekin' through your sale racks and peepin' all mall cops 

In to win, tall like Paul Bunyan, the bass line's drummin' 

Meanin' that the notty headed nigguz comin' 

Lights, camera, act like you wanna bring the drama 

I make it hotter than all of Atlanta, ready to act up 

My Hooter ville upbringin' is swingin' upon ya son 

Gunnin' for your under the name of Tame One 

Yo, eyes focused, lips ready to toke it 

You'll choke on my skit, your dilemma is to quit 

Flip scripts, who's the winner takin' out all beginners? 

In an instant, my style's polished and stain resistant 

The E&J sipper blunt ripper nigga flips your bitch ass 

With better effects, we go to war like George Lucas 

Toucan Sam and we be the mister man simply put 

Your twelve inch could barely make a foot 

We got bombs, my momma told me no when I was younger 

But 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 Ayatollah 

Check the folder, here we, go check it out right now 

Now you got the scoop, check the Guess troop low 

On the chest, niggaz still use the word fresh blessed 

You see the structure, builder, constructor 

Bust another with the skills that I muster 

Up touches you check the rhyme forte 

Artifacts, Tame One and MC El the Sensai 

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 sound man 

Don't touch nothin' but the EQ 

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 sound man 

Don't touch nothin' but the EQ