Flexi With Da Tech (nique) Lyrics - Singles - Artifact

I diss batty bwoys like Buju Banton, rippin' wanton destruction 

Sag my pants to stop the suction plus it's quicker when I'm fuckin' 

Split Dutch Master faster I puff izz that causes asthma as dust 

Some say from NJ, quick to give up papes 

Beef'll keep it street, defeat niggaz who sleep 

Or reap the concrete status kick your ass with my apparatus 

Those who oppose this, split their shit like Moses 

My written tabs is rippin' fags and the whole bit 

I murder mics and tape decks, so check it while I wrecks it 

Far from junkies keep it real because I'm hungry like the Bundy's 

Got more rumble than thunder crumple chumps like they was paper 

Eight for keys make G's but One of Tame made these 

Conjunction junction what's your function on the real 

My mass appeal is real I swim through beats like Navy Seals 

Irregular, my style, suckers competitors who think they better? 

I knit my skit, like my Grandma's sweater 

Nuts who want to inflict, harm against the charmer 

Best to rest their case because I wear medieval armor 

To protect my subjects, my style's quite hard 

Never could you copy 'cause my style's quite odd 

Select the best concepts, context to rhyme text 

Plus a twenty dollar bet, niggaz flexi wit da tech 

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician 

One two, whatcha gonna do? 

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician 

One two, whatcha gonna do? 

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician 

One two, whatcha gonna do? 

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician 

One two, whatcha gonna do? 

I rip rhyme charts apart, I jump start on the gunner 

Arrest niggaz like Honda from the under never blunder 

Wonder if I get stiff, I'm bound to catch an L 

Nah, never that I'm down with Tame, I'm MC El 

Lately playin' Hurricane G demos in my Walkman 

I walk and I talk and read issues of The Source and 

Check out the dreadlocks in Bedrock puffin' indo 

By the branch like plants and do the cypher dance 

Then it's back to the set to write raps about my eps 

Takin' tokes for the stress as I get flexi wit da tech 

I whip the lyrics up like batter chatters on the verge 

I sink all ships and watch you crabs submerge 

In the depths of the boat doper ropes to distort 

All sorts of brothers who abuse my styles I must abort 

I do jobs like miles around the necks of the title 

I win it hands down and pants down 'cause I'm vital 

The tech might you wanna get mad, now freak the plannin' 

Plus, I flips it skip the handscans I'm woozy when I'm splifted 

Yeah, still high the ill fly, red eye rundown a semi automatic 

Artifact with knaps causin' heart attacks 

To critics and honeydips, who jeered on my lyrics 

And slept when I dropped that do you wanna hear it? 

'Cause from sun up to sundown, my eyes are red and rundown 

I still smoke a pound if strong peeps hit the town 

I'm flexible like every female huxtable was fuckable 

Impeccable, dispicable, on point like a decimal 

Point twice the joint jumper nicest with the mic device 

Mighty like Isis, gimme boom I rips a crisis with the stress 

Unless I'm gettin' flexi wit da tech 

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician 

One two, whatcha gonna do? 

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician 

One two, whatcha gonna do? 

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician 

One two, whatcha gonna do? 

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician 

One two, whatcha gonna do? 

One two, whatcha gonna do? 

One two, whatcha gonna do? 

Shut up, you're talkin' too loud, you're talkin' too loud 

Peace to the whole city of Newark 

One two, whatcha gonna do? 

One two, whatcha gonna do?