Dynamite Soul Lyrics - Singles - Artifact

Soul, dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

In comes the ones from Jerusalem slums 

Knockin' bums out for clout, Jersey rules without a doubt 

On the real, these are kinda fat for the brothers 

From the Wrongside of Da Tracks and it goes like that 

Since the beginnin' of time, the Artifacts kick rhymes 

Straight tape after demo tape in eighty-eight 

It's so dynamite, shit's outta sight 

Snatch up a G and demonstrate for the night 

Sip on the brew, me and you can do the do 

And you know this, flow with this, Polo, you know, kid 

Tame, what's the status on the blunt meter, homey? 

Yeah, I got three dimes, six Phillies and some Olde E 

Yeah G, you know the program, it's so damn ridiculous 

Kickin' this mix for all the niggaz and the tricks 

El the first half, Tame indeed is on [Incomprehensible] 

Word to life he rhyme with spite and so dynamite 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Yo, this flow goes to all the hoes I ever fucked with 

Kids I smoked blunts with, and my ex-girl that sucks dick 

Niggaz takin' shorts in weed spots because they know me 

And to my moms because she makes good cheese and macaroni 

And to the stores that'll sell three Phillies for a dollar 

To Afrika Bambaata for makin' me a rap scholar 

And MC El for rhymin' with this notty headed lunatic 

You always knew we had the crew that had the mad drama kid 

Peep it, all my peeps from 12 Block to Broad Street 

And back streets in Jersey where the niggaz first heard me 

It took a long time comin' with more cuts than Jason 

Since the days I had a fade and used to rock in Redman's basement 

I do Poetic Justice, like Janet played the role 

And now I'm makin' suckers swoll with the dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Remember them joints, we used to rock at the spot? 

When we stepped on stage with fat gear and it was mad hot? 

Kids in competition was scared at the sight 

Of these mad motherfuckers who rock the mic right 

Then we was That's Them, gettin' all the action 

Fuckin' niggaz bitches and just leavin' them in traction 

Ask who the hell was them niggaz that's rippin' it? 

You better get hip, cause Artifacts got the shit 

For about four years, people said we couldn't hack it 

But the track's got the [Incomprehensible] and rhymes got the knack 

See, we'll never fall, we got support from the fam 

Jam after jam, here we are but there we stand 

It took mad time but here we is, in the music business 

Press record when you hear me on kiss 

Brothers talk shit but yo, who really cares? 

Tame's who all I need 'cuz, the brother's right there 

And if you're swoll, say it's all in control 

The Artifacts, we got the dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul 

Dynamite soul