Dynamite Soul Ii (lip Service Remix) Lyrics - Singles - Artifact

We got the lip service, we got the breath control 

Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x) 

[Tame One] 

Don't look now, but my style tops the pile 

Over those who sound foul, cause my shit's tight like White Owl 

Don't get it twisted, my rhythm rips in your system 

Into sections, like when I ran obsessed in your session 

With an E&J fifth, my Philly's splitting on my knapsack 

Battle clan macked out over tracks the SP smack out 

My lyrical data makes an impact locally and vocally 

I choke the shit out of any rapper that's too slow for me 

I stay open 24-7 like a deli 

Wax the top kick like Kelly, rock my level like I'm Fonzarelli 

Sharp like confetti, ready for action, who is this? 

The knotty headed nigga Tame One New jersey journalists 

I'm never home but answer pages on a pay phone 

On Central, or bouncers smoking ounces in a rental 

I haul ass like Flash, til I pass 'em then I slow up 

I blow up like chicken pox in spots when niggas notice, I got... 

Lip service and the breath control 

Artifacts in effect with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x) 

[Mad Skillz] 

Yo, I freak more raps like a nigga with 15 record deals 

So chill, and feel the effect when my pad kills 

I be Madd Skillz, showing MC's the art of rap 

Watch the God attack when I lay tracks with the Artifacts 

Step back well, it ain't hard to tell 

Rappers step up, and get cut off like illegal cell 

Getting props in spots I ain't been yet 

Check a picture out of room cause you posing no death threats 

Yeah, this be microphone wear and tear 

Act like you don't know who I am, so you can beware 

And get a compass come past my location 

Cause my crew be rolling mad deep like Hatians 

On some no fair shit, singe your nose hair shit 

Nowadays niggas be teasing mics like fucking clits 

We don't play, we like the DEA, hops 

And I be closing rappers down like Christian Watch crack spots 

Where he at, what's his name? He won't last, G 

Cause rappers that I've cyphered be walking right past me 

Keep walking faker, now I won't diss you 

In the future I tear you up like sandpaper toilet tissue 

Lip service and the breath control 

Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x) 

[El Da Sensai] 

Yo check it, I be the Buddha Priest monk, kicking shit out your trunk 

That Artifact you know that, raw set up the tracks 

Coming through your section from direction bonafied 

To rip skills live, in '95 to get the prize 

And dust bust the nickle rush and sacking rap quarterbacks 

Like Neon Deon, I'm black so who the fuck is that? 

6 foot big foot, and tracks strapped to bomb raps 

In time to kick the rhymes, I'm the calm Don Jack 

I come to serve quick, check the lyrics I kick 

When I flip the Sensai type of gimmicks see I rip 

With my cool slang, you can't hang, my single Jingle Jangle 

Like The Legion, this art of green will strangle 

Get messed up, f'ed up, style corrupt the terrorizer 

Plenty of all niggas get stepped on in '95 

Lip service and the breath control 

Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)