Intro: Mellow Max
 Yes, as we continue to get it going on
 Artifacts representin from Newark to Illtown
 Put your ear to this here
 Most definitely it's a sure banger
 Keep this one in your collection
 Newark to Illtown representin
 Who do we have up to bat? (MC El)
 Lace that
 Verse One: El the Sensai, Tame One
 In this field, niggaz get killed, quick with the skills
 Intact, ill with raps, buildin facts to fill
 gaps react, tap into your internet and patch into
 my steez or my style, niggaz down to make the cheese wild
 MC's get defused cause I'm the bomb specialist
 With the wettest, test this, deadly like asbestos
 Check the credit set it, so odd they have to call a medic
 My paragraphs be off key, that's why niggaz can't get it
 For those of you who don't know, my flow keeps MC's
 on freeze like Sub-Z doin MK3 fatality
 Do remember like Clue, I run up on booty crews
 on every weekend buggin out cause I be geekin
 Lounge like the peppermint the Boom Skwad President
 leaves a tenament resident finding evidence of sedatives
 DAILY, scoopin through the Roots like Alex Haley
 Beetle Bailey beatdown to a soundman lookin scary
 Label secretary terrorizer yet I'ma
 fresh rhymer comma bringer of the drama the bomber
 From the Lost Lands, off hand claps I run raps
 and shatter nigga cyphers into pieces like gun claps
 *DJ Kaos cuts and scratches Redman
 "When I break it down, from Newark NJ to Illtown" -- Rockafella*
 Verse Two: El the Sensai, Tame One
 My verbal, patterns reach farther than Saturn
 Bustin niggaz up because my rhymes be breakin
 atoms stranger, ProForm arranger
 Fake U-SA Polo shirt stainer with the tec that's never plainer
 indent, that's the men blend trends we make and cross
 without the fakin, to the ten niggaz respect we just take it
 New jacks relax cause the syntax can't be Xeroxed
 Cause I be locked on spots like niggaz movin in from swat
 I X more Men out than Elijah, Muhamm Ali of rhyme schemes
 Leavin my stickers at the crime scene
 Skwad Odd Man, receive response like Roxanne
 Battle the top man, and shock fans like I'ma rock band
 I cut the mustard and plus I can bust it dusted (what?)
 Whatever you fuckin with I touch and leave it busted
 My click rips and gets up in ya like the shits
 from grits, while yo shit sits like it's on bricks
 Tracy Chap raps I laugh at, half-assed rappers
 who lack fat tracks get capped at, fuck that
 Destroy the masses, niggaz in classes tryin to catch the math
 As I sit and think the ink begins to craft
 my blueprints instruments workin as I'm jerkin
 Your style hurtin in the club your crew nervous rehearsin
 In between the cut I run amuck with mad stuff
 Niggaz can't touch, escape wack cyphers like handcuffs, so
 C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound
 "When I break it down from Newark NJ to Illtown"
 *DJ Kaos cuts and scratches Redman
 "When I break it down, from Newark NJ to Illtown" -- Rockafella*
 Outro: Mellow Max
 Word up thank you I think I'm convinced
 Cool Mellow Max in the house
 Peace to my niggaz Park Ave, Swift-O-Matic yeah!
 Boom Skwad in the house how you like it now?
 Representin the skills, what?
 Chancellor Ave, Avon Ave, nigga where ya at?
 Aww man the Bricks! Newark to Illtown
 If ya don't know I think ya better ask
 Breakin it down, sizin it up
 for the year nine-six, WHAT