Where Yo Skillz At? Lyrics - Artifact

[El Da Sensai] 

Artifacts be the best in this MC fest 

Rest any intentions we here to mention we the fresh 

Newark natives, Polo king bringin the zing 

to your Walkman, check it how we talk and sing 

Breakin that thing, lyrical jackin, mackin 

All so-called cypher rappin niggaz I'm smackin 

No tricks with fits inflict the hurt like Frank Thomas 

To never make the wack jams, to my peers I promise 

Atomic, yet, niggaz gonna have to respect 

what we're bringin to the table check my dialect 

Alphabeta, wetta, than your man who says he can 

take a whole block, we put that ass on lock and 

Styles be groovy, fake niggaz can't fool me 

cause I'm a fly brown brother and you can't school me 

Tools be, always sharpened for MC's that be startin 

up shit, and can't fuck with, this rap sargeant 

Bluffin, talkin bout nothin, in fact 

These crews be wack, so may I ask, where yo skillz at? 

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[Tame One] 

It's no doubt what I'm about bustin yo shit out with my lyrical 

Smokin botanicals I be the man that makes the miracles 

Invisible if need be, see me on TV and on CD 

smokin beadies in 3-D doin graffiti 

My mechanical style, interlocks rocks and shocks 

cause I'm hot, X marks the spot like Sadat watch 

I'm so tight with mine, nickel and dime rhymers 

are smokin one quarter pushin off the corner from foul line 

Prime time teams rewind and can't find mine 

They all left behind because my rhymes lack guidelines 

Wings get pushed back from hairlines to asscracks 

So check ASCAP, on Artifacts soundtracks 

So act ill, I can peel a skill like fresh bills 

Crack a rapper like a Phills I smack more ass than Benny Hill 

but chill a minute, I'm all up in it infinite potential 

Newark, Jew Jersey resedential areas I turn to burial plots 

for MC's, who don't believe what I conceive 

Or leave a whole team speechless, gettin jives to Chucky Cheese 

I'm like Jesus to the mic, write My Life out like Mary 

I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary 

Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch 

from Newark, I'm blowin up spots without tour support 

I distort thoughts, with izm sticks and quarts 

Laughin at rappers who come at me in soft packs like Newports 

I walk that talk, get down and dirty like New York 

That's why I'm still fat, beef kill that, nigga where yo skillz at? 

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[El Da Sensai] 

But, back to the subject at hand 

Peep my battle plan and I'll be forced to chop that hand 

off soft brothers yo they can't withstand 

the pressure, prepare the stretcher and the Dristan 

Cause in nine-six, these MC's can't miss 

If you purchase this, then you see why brothers kinda pissed it's 

the Mr. Flip Lipper always stayin dipped 

Always talkin shit, always hittin hallways and shit 

[Tame One] 

I play the parks after dark and spark L's until my head bust 

and then bust, plus when I get dusted you'll get messed up 

Rollin with razors neighbors hate me cause I'm famous 

Tame is accurate back with battle raps fat like battleships 

Constantly open like a hood rat that's smokin 

Got bitches in Hoboken overdosin off my potions 

Wet like oceans, my notebook looks atrocious 

Be dissin vocal coaches I don't let them hit my roaches 

I handle my Biz like Warner 

Brothers be on the corner talkin gossip, hot cause they ain't got shit 

Watch this... where yo skillz at nigga? 

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