C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down (4X)
 Verse One: El Da Sensai
 C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound
 Where kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to pound
 We're strollin through the industry B, see we gotta be
 the next shit that kicks, cause brothers ain't got it
 In this rap shit, ain't no time for the dilly-dally
 pally throw a match in the Gasoline Alley
 Blew up mad spots, kids were jealous for the props
 See the shit never stops Hobbes, just lookin for my dillz-knot
 Styles we make, never fake, broke breaks in every crate
 Old freestyles and dirty ass copied-over tapes
 Notified that, the Artifacts never slack
 While crews is on stage wack, we just play the back
 Now, the flip tripper ripper slits ya wit da mixture
 All crews, who never paid dues, watch it 'fore I get ya
 Cause nowadays, it's da ways, of the underground
 but they're wack now, so c'mon wit da git down
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 Verse Two: Tame One
 You know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who heard of me
 The half on the Artifacts of Jersey
 Cause brothers be buggin not givin love to the nuccas
 Sayin fuck us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers
 Shootin me prison nobody listens to your dissin
 Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin
 the high note, so why don't, I smile when I take pictures
 Cause now that I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches
 I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness
 But biters and backstabbin rappers don't even like us
 But props due, peep The Source RapPages and the Billboard
 And read about the tours while you be flappin your jaws
 I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad
 Street
 Punks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat
 So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my shit sounds
 C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down
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 Verse Three: MC El, Tame One
 Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's rough enough
 to prove a point, that the niggaz is the joint
 Magazines where we're seen, now pop the tape in your deck
 I got the Heavy Ammunition cuz I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech
 Niggaz, can't believe the Artifacts acheive
 Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow down on your knees
 Yo, we ain't got the same lame, ordinary plain game
 Put to shame any crew who wants to feel the flame
 So bring submission to the rap recognition
 My right hand is itchin from the shit that I'm scriptin
 So pass the baton, to the next runner up, Tame
 I give a pound so, c'mon wit da git down
 Aiyyo, word to my grandma's tampons, I drop bombs, but since
 our demo tracks had gaps some said my fat raps was half-assed
 Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a robot
 with our props, so now the Notty Head Niggaz got more knots yo
 My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky dunk
 My disc in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty Hump
 Cuz I'm comin from the underground I'm down wit da git down
 MC's who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain't shit now
 The Artifacts, represent on every stage we step on
 The days of gettin slept, are dead because we keep on
 peepin these weak MC's, who cheese with their bologny
 Cause they're phony as fuck, and couldn't pull shit off a tow truck
 So yo bro, now you know my flow so go and sit down
 or c'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down
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