[El Da Sensai]
 Aiyyo check dis check dat, MC El my shit fat
 Rockin off this bugged track, you say we're wack yo fuck dat
 Word to life I kick the hyper type ? my rap'll gather
 after, my skills master of the dip dapper
 I hold the fort with my sorts, rap sports
 I got niggaz on my dick, from down South to up North
 Rhymes rip the hipper nigga, take a swigger
 MC El the rigger of the fat style you can't figure
 Rhymes out the ass you can't pass up
 My rizzle dizzle dazzle, tears up the band like ?
 I blows with my flows bust your nose kick the ass of pros
 who ain't, got the how-knows, to make the crowd go (HO!)
 Out they see, complete my rap technique
 Take up mad Chiefs, I go through 60 packs in a week
 Attackin New Jeru, as I do my doo-dah
 shit everyday, peace to niggaz around my way
 From Da Bricks, where every block it got mad crews
 MC El Da Sensai with the attack of New Jeruz

 Chorus: Artifacts

 Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum (2X)
 "Check it, who wanna wreck it? I flows the next shit" (2X)

 [Tame One]
 Well as I step up, my fuckin reps up, and snappin quicker
 I'm slicker than a zipper, get more wet than Flipper
 Got trunks and crates, full of P-Funk breaks
 I'll take Bootsy make a loop and you get souped because I'm great
 With the four bar sample, add a bass and kick
 You're on my dick for my tricks, when I fix the remix
 I twist this disc with emphasis, since
 dead presidents took residence, from dollars and cents
 I got pull like Magneto rollin cee-lo with steel dice
 My black book make, more people petrol than Heidi Floess
 I'm nice on mic jacks, and murder to a dub deck
 The Knotty Headed ruffneck, Tame don't give a fuck yet
 I jump up the funk to smoke the blunt that's like a tree trunk
 I get blitt, to rip shit, still piss and call MC's punks
 My knotty throwin body blows like ?
 The trooper's gettin zooted off the funky herbal buddha
 Don't test me, press or even stress to try to serve me
 Cause I'm down and dirty from the undergrounds of Jersey
 Word to Fats daddy cause I'm fatter than your Timberlands
 Ladies and gentlemen, Tame got more balls than Wimbledon
 So step up and get your fronts cracked
 by the blunt crackin rapper, and get your bitch before I smack her

 Chorus: Artifacts

 Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum (4X)
 "Check it, who wanna wreck it? I flows the next shit" (4X)

 (Ehh heh eh, a special guest at my show)

 [Jay Burnz]
 The J the A the Y the B the U the R the N
 Watch your back look over your shoulder, I'm bout to roll you over
 with a bulldozer, get on the CB one rover
 Cause I pulve-rize a, MC cause I'm nicer
 Click click click, I hunt MC's like I'm the Predator
 Don't think it's ? cause I kill like I'm a matador
 Lyrics bust through my lips just like I sing a song
 Jay got more flavor, than goya, adobo
 I'm wreckin CD's and tapes, with "That's Them" logo
 Keeps you jumpin like a pogo chicks are dancin doin a go-go
 I got the killer instinct, make MC's extinct
 Pep more than ginseng, always mad testing
 forwards I rrrrrrrrrrip, backwards I pirrrrrrrrr
 Fester, I keep the stage warmer than furrrrr
 No way to control it, my style is automatic
 Many MC system shut down when your gun comes around
 Plus I roll more chicks in stirrups, than Lou Diamond Phillips
 Makin grills swell up, ??
 I step up in a violent rage the five-oh says damn
 Jay B's gonna give your black ass a new cage
 Blacked out, with the Artifacts, I kick the nonstop rap
 MC El and Tame One got my back
 In the attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalem

 Chorus: Artifacts

 Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum (4X)
 "Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" (4X