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Art of Facts (LP Dirty Version)

Artifacts1 Jan 1997

Art of Facts (LP Dirty Version) Lyrics

Art Of Facts (LP Dirty Version) - Artifacts

Written by:R. Brown/S. Jones/W. Williams


As mellow max passes the blunts to skully


We're 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 somebody's hoe money


Honies beepin for me for cheese ease back please keep that weave intact

Best believe that tamer d'll be back


Get the w**d sacks relax f**k a flick from blockbuster

I'ma touch ya provin who got the bomb like russia

Friendly neighborhood rap hood with goods

Could it be yes no question


Now let's 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 g's 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 couldn't see me through an optometrist scope

Open by the rhythm mc's that's hardest


New jerusalem artifacts be the oddest

Main target crews who think they bringin the news

Who's this kickin in your benz y box crisp

As long as the boom skwad is hearing me clear

There ain't another rapper here that's 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 don't 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 don't match or fit


I just dig into the x files of styles

Hittin while you're missin I'll 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 can't battle rap in combat

Cease that realize that the facts don't 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 that's 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


***Lyrics are from third-parties***