Art Of Facts

Art Of Facts （LP Dirty Version） - Artifacts
Written by：R. Brown/S. Jones/W. Williams
As mellow max passes the blunts to skully
Were about to come get nutty up in here
Artifacts nine six tricks
Sean j with the beat
Complete with the artifact techniques
I like to rip off mics and clock off dice that roll funny
Gettin blunted off somebodys hoe money
Honies beepin for me for cheese ease back please keep that weave intact
Best believe that tamer dll be back
Get the w**d sacks relax f**k a flick from blockbuster
Ima touch ya provin who got the bomb like russia
Friendly neighborhood rap hood with goods
Could it be yes no question
Now lets start up the session
Kick a rap out til I black out check out when I wreck out
Throwin backs out laughin out loud when niggaz crap out
Me I want more gs than the lapd
From when I wrote my first rhyme in eighty three
With each speech released I reach mad blocks
Analyzin more spots than matlock
Now I got this rappin sh*t on padlock
You only half rock my sh*t returns like resurrections
In religion was f**king with the fact we only bullshittin
Yo el sinister brick city minister
Yo el
Yo el sinister brick city minister
Yo el
Yo el sinister brick city minister
One two yo
Start takin notes statin all quotes
Niggaz couldnt see me through an optometrist scope
Open by the rhythm mcs thats hardest
New jerusalem artifacts be the oddest
Main target crews who think they bringin the news
Whos this kickin in your benz y box crisp
As long as the boom skwad is hearing me clear
There aint another rapper here thats gonna g this year yeah
Lyric for lyric we exhibit mass appeal
Stayin real like erick sermon drunk off the funk like it was bourbon
Rollin up big willie like suburban blazers make a wager
Tamer blows up like a pager
Makin you wake up early tell your girlie turn my tape up
Wait up let me lace up the place like boots
Make loot and proceed to rock like roots
I tear the roof off and when I f**k dont take my boots off
I shoot from the lip and make your nose glow like rudolph
You soft so let me hit you off with all the hardness
Artifacts sh*t we got the hard sh*t regardless
Many ask how I be makin up my sh* t
Like the format and how it dont match or fit
I just dig into the x files of styles
Hittin while youre missin Ill prove that the child
Be on the different angles strangle those who wanna tangle
With the flexi with the technique ripper
El the sensai what the men say in the back
Thinkin that we cant battle rap in combat
Cease that realize that the facts dont mess
Around when we bless sounds down for any test
So bring your nine and your vest
Cause when you step to these men your plan best to be correct
Interject with intellect each step steady
Dissin those who pose with beef thats petty
Who wanna battle no one
Who wanna battle no one
Who wanna battle no one
Who wanna battle no one
Who wanna battle no one
Who wanna battle no one