[Kool Moe Dee] We are the Raiders 

[L.A. Sunshine] Of the Lost Art [x8] 



[Treacherous Three] 

This is a funky expedition, a mission, I had a vision 

Stop, look and listen, yo, isn't it something missin? 

Take aim with precision like vision, it's a collision 

New styles are hittin, b-b-boom, bash, forgettin 

The laws, created by the creators 

There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators 

We did time with the rhyme like a bid 

Now we're puttin out hits on the new fake kids 



[Kool Moe Dee] We are the Raiders 

[L.A. Sunshine] Of the Lost Art [x8] 



[Treacherous Three] 

Here comes the greatest, baby 

Here comes the Raiders, the Raiders 

We are the greatest, baby 

Here comes the Raiders, the Raiders 

Here comes the greatest, baby 

We are the Raiders, the Raiders 

Here comes the greatest 

We are the Raiders, the Raiders 

We're lookin for the gold 

We're searchin for the jewels 

We're mining for the coals 

We're working with the tools 

The keepers of the light, the owners of the dark 

Ain't nothin we're afraid of, we're the Raiders of the Art 



[Kool Moe Dee] 

I'm like a diamond in the rough, too tough 

You can't bring enough 

Ammunition, vision or wishin 

No need in bringin up 

'The homeboy's-strapped-with-his-gat- 

In-his-lap' crap 

This is on the lyrical skills, you can scratch that 

My lyrical skills makes mills, pays bills 

And chills, all of the no-frill chills on the diznills 

Now who cares who kills 

When you got true skill? 

I'm kickin the real, yet and still 

Brothers flake until 

My relevance flips the script 

Dives and dips and hip-hops 

And drops and give props 

And knocks the kids out of the box and rips 

Suckers to bits and kick knowledge and lifts the hits 

When I get lifted, kid 

Take cover, no mercy on a brother 

He's kicked to the curb 

Then into the street, then into the gutter 

You c-c-can't win, n-n-no matter w-w-whatta 

Even if I stutter - 

I'm butter 



[Kool Moe Dee] We are the Raiders 

[L.A. Sunshine] Of the Lost Art [x8] 



[Special K] 

Time to pay the bills with lyrical skills 

Built in time to lock deals 

Crack seals, we build the real 

Technique, unique technique 

Did you really think 

My creatively level would ever sink a level shrink? 

Words are like missiles, bombs aim to hitcha, splitcha 

So you better beware when you hear the sound of a whistle 

Duck for cover, here comes a brother who lives in quadruples 

And still does it youthful 

And keeps away the display, expert rendition 

Poetic, energetic, with vision and precision 

Mystifyin, we're supplyin the funky stuff 

Boogie Down Bronx, neither could fade that I'm tough 

Rough on the floor, straight from the door 

There's nothin phoney when the one is only kickin the verse, yo 

Ask anybody familiar with my particular brand of funk 

Tell em to pump it in the trunk 



[Kool Moe Dee] We are the Raiders 

[L.A. Sunshine] Of the Lost Art [x8] 



[L.A. Sunshine] 

Way back in the days we lit a flame in this rap game 

Groups like Tribe keep the vibe alive, and now the fire remains 

Self-preservation is man's first law 

I don't wanna start a war, but it's been done before 

Almost like deja-vu with a sick twist to 

An artform with warts torn, worn down, then run through 

But don't gimme no credit, I'm a cash kinda guy 

With my stash kinda high, still the girlies pass by 

You know why? Cause I'm a Raider of this Lost Art 

Played a big part from the start of hip hop, but now it's gotta stop 

And if you go and check the archives, read the lines of the hieroglyphics 

It says 'Sunshine's terrific' 

As sacred as a golden scarab 

Through my Creator I'm greater than the riches of a whealthy arab 

The Sun shines in the east, so step from the west 

On a musical archeological conquest 



[Treacherous Three] 

Here comes the greatest, baby 

Here comes the Raiders, the Raiders 

We are the greatest, baby 

Here comes the Raiders, the Raiders 

Here comes the greatest, baby 

We are the Raiders, the Raiders 

Here comes the greatest, baby 

We are the Raiders, the Raiders 

We're lookin for the gold 

We're searchin for the jewels 

We're mining for the coals 

We're working with the tools 

The keepers of the light, the owners of the dark 

Ain't nothin we're afraid of, we're the Raiders of the Art