C'mon Wit Da Git Down Lyrics - Singles - Artifact

Intro/Chorus: 

C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down (4X) 

Verse One: El Da Sensai 

C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound 

Where kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to pound 

We're strollin through the industry B, see we gotta be 

the next shit that kicks, cause brothers ain't got it 

In this rap shit, ain't no time for the dilly-dally 

pally throw a match in the Gasoline Alley 

Blew up mad spots, kids were jealous for the props 

See the shit never stops Hobbes, just lookin for my dillz-knot 

Styles we make, never fake, broke breaks in every crate 

Old freestyles and dirty ass copied-over tapes 

Notified that, the Artifacts never slack 

While crews is on stage wack, we just play the back 

Now, the flip tripper ripper slits ya wit da mixture 

All crews, who never paid dues, watch it 'fore I get ya 

Cause nowadays, it's da ways, of the underground 

but they're wack now, so c'mon wit da git down 

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Verse Two: Tame One 

You know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who heard of me 

The half on the Artifacts in Jersey 

Cause brothers be buggin not givin love to the nuccas 

Sayin fuck us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers 

Shootin me prison nobody listens to your dissin 

Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin 

the high note, so why don't, I smile when I take pictures 

Cause now that I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches 

I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness 

But biters and backstabbin rappers don't even like us 

But props due, peep The Source RapPages and the Billboard 

And read about the tours while you be flappin your jaws 

I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad Street 

Punks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat 

So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my shit sounds 

C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down 

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Verse Three: MC El, Tame One 

Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's rough enough 

to prove a point, that the niggaz is the joint 

Magazines where we're seen, now pop the tape in your deck 

I got the Heavy Ammunition 'cause I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech 

Niggaz, can't believe the Artifacts achieve 

Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow down on your knees 

Yo, we ain't got the same lame, ordinary plain game 

Put to shame any crew who wants to feel the flame 

So bring submission to the rap recognition 

My right hand is itchin from the shit that I'm scriptin 

So pass the baton, to the next runner up, Tame 

I give a pound so, c'mon wit da git down 

Aiyyo, word to my grandma's tampons, I drop bombs, but since 

our demo tracks had gaps some said my fat raps was half-assed 

Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a robot 

with our props, so now the Notty Head Niggaz got more knots yo 

My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky dunk 

My disc in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty Hump 

'cause I'm comin from the underground I'm down wit da git down 

MC's who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain't shit now 

The Artifacts, represent on every stage we step on 

The days of gettin slept on, are dead because we keep on 

peepin these weak MC's, who cheese with their bologny 

Cause they're phony as fuck, and couldn't pull shit off a tow truck 

So yo bro, now you know my flow so go and sit down 

or c'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down 

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