To the beat y'all
 *rat-a-tat drumming sound*

 [all] Make it funky (4X)
 [Red] My nigga Tame [all] makes it funky
 [Red] My nigga El [all] makes it funky
 [Red] Redman [all] makes it funky
 [Red] Huh, check it out

 Verse One: El Da Sensai

 I Ego Trip like Ultramag, sag my Girbauds I drag
 competition so listen and raise the white flag
 Cause the instructor, of the New Jerz verse dusts
 another motherfucker I discover what no other brother
 can do, hard to handle and to, stamp
 I play Tramp like Grace Jones in that movie Vamp
 I'm fit to wreck shit, I dip into the skit
 Spit lyrics exquisite, blitted as I hit it
 I suppose I knows the ways of the pros
 Bros be like, "Oh that nigga's got mad flows"
 Creep'll get it deep, I got it when it's strict against
 ducks who suck, and didn't have the best defense
 I make shit nice, defies with my device
 And if I'm in a rap fight, you can catch a cap, right
 Bust it, whassup what did ya ask me?
 Crafty with my sassafrass P-Funk, thought been handy
 Dandy Mayor Ave., back in the lab create my trap
 Dibble dabble in the midst of the Artifact we have
 swiftness, I blitz, specific and you dig it
 from N.J., the Notty Headed Terror and da Sensai

 Chorus: Artifacts, Redman

 Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
 [Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block
 (repeat 3X)
 Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
 [Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin!!

 Verse Two: Tame One

 Well I come live from the Artifact exhibit as a misfit
 Larger than Jurassic Park I lick off like Wilson Pickett
 Drama like a talk show I hit more cheese than nacho
 Feelin Machu when I Pi on; a Coltrane like Roscoe
 Hostile underground fossil, nigga bout to rock ya
 So peep it how I freak it check the technique yeah I rock ya
 I glide like drips and blaze a trail like I was Portland
 When ill stressed, I still rock a vest like Ed Norton
 The ill king, taking all things cash, crash, and asses
 Backstage passes, V.I.P. all access
 I got the props pon cock, fuck the know-nots
 Whose techniques are weaker than the graphics for the Gobots
 I rock with raw steel like Sue Richards, when Rick smacks her
 Up motherfuck that I got more funk than muskrats
 With my hocus pocus I can fuck up where ya focus
 wit my left hook, dip right jab shuffle I can smoke ya
 it don't matter, cause all my shit is fatter than the
 pads on MPC-60's, hit me you got five second to jet G
 Straight from the Bricks, now back to the N.J.
 The Notty Headed Nigga and da motherfuckin Sensai

 [Red] Hoooaaaahhh! One two, one two, one two
 This is for Jersey, haha ahh, ah hah
 One two, one two

 Verse Three: Tame One, MC El

 I'm the black king, quick to grease my naps with Royal Crown
 and aloe vera representin for the Notty Headed nigga era
 However whatever my Posse Packs the Pistols
 and my Skwad got the Boom, rid the room, get the bitches

 The exact Artifact, who is that, you speak of
 Leak my speakers, unique and freakin beats track in fact
 I be dat, nigga who you look for, in your worst fears
 Peace to my nigga Lord Sear and Samere
 Display, niggaz from N.J.
 Notty Headed Terror and da motherfuckin Sensai

 Outro: Artifacts, Redman

 Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
 [Red] It's that Notty Headed Nigga cummin thru ya fuckin block
 Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
 [Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block
 Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
 [Red] Big up to Boom Skwad's cummin thru ya fuckin block
 Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
 [Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block
 Pump! Pump!
 [Red] Booyaka
 Pump! Pump! (6X)
 [Red] For nine-fo'
 Pump! Pump!
 [Red] Artifacts get dapped like that y'all
 *sound of rat-a-tat drumming again*
 [Red] Jersey's in the fuckin house y'all
 New York's live in the house y'all
 Newark is live in the house y'all
 E-O's live in the house y'all
 Word is bond in the hizouse y'all
 I'm in the motherfuckin hizouse y'all
 So niggaz get the fuckin balls y'all