Yeah, yo this go out to everybody, just doin' what they gotta do. KnowhatI'msayin'? To get that cream, knahmean?. . The streets don't care who you are.
Rappers came with their styles and I left with their heads. Their crews became victim of the body snatchin' dread. The world is now mine, the world belongs to me.
No doubt. Mad Skillz for the nine five shot son. Yeah, forever people wreckin' shit. . Get closer to your speaker, it's Mad Skillz the mic freaker. The cordless technician I'll break beat seeker.
Yo, yo come here man, come over here, duke. Get your shit over here man. No, yo stand over here, stand over here. Get the fuck over here man. Place to be, nah duke, come over here this where it's at, duke.
It be the B.T.J's, wit' lyrics for all. We be on point wit' the joints. 'Cause we takin' no fall. So I'ma go for mine. (So son, go for yours). Yo, I'ma go for mine.
Who's this with the vocal pitch, I blitz. We be the top choice, moist, voice my script. Significant, different styles on instinct. Make sense, when rockin' rhymes over instruments.
[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.
Sahara zombie. Yeah. For all those affiliated. Yeah, yeah. . Word is bond, my songs ain't wack. And any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap and can't get that.
I was out to bomb like Vietnam but in this rhyme. I'm the prime suspect, handcuffed for stuff that I ain't hit yet. It seems the neighborhood block watch got open like a box top.
As Mellow Max passes the blunts to Skully. We're about to come get nutty up in here. Artifacts, nine-six tricks, Sean J. with the beat. Complete with the Artifact techniques.
My off the hook look, leaves my competitors shook. No matter what groups you book, I still jam like Sam Cooke. Took a whole click out and had the sound man flippin'.