Art of Facts Lyrics
| Song | Art of Facts |
| Artist | Artifacts |
| Album | That's Them |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brown, Jones, Williams | |
| Intro: Tame | |
| One 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 | |
| Verse One: | |
| Tame One 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 weed sacks relax, fuck 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 (*DJ Kaos cuts "Tame One"*) | |
| 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 shit on padlock | |
| You only half-rock, my shit returns like resurrections in religion, was fuckin with the fact we only bullshittin * | |
| DJ Kaos cuts and scratches "Yo El", "Sinister Brick City minister"* | |
| Verse Two: | |
| El Da Sensai, | |
| Tame One 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 fuck 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 shit, we got the hard shit regardless * | |
| DJ Kaos cuts "Punks pop junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat"* | |
| Verse Three: | |
| El the Sensai | |
| Many ask how | |
| I be makin up my shit | |
| 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 * | |
| DJ Kaos cuts "Who wanna battle? No one"* |
| zuo qu : Brown, Jones, Williams | |
| Intro: Tame | |
| One As Mellow | |
| Max passes the blunts to | |
| Skully We' re about to come get nutty up in here | |
| Artifacts, ninesix tricks | |
| Sean J. with the beat | |
| Complete, with the | |
| Artifact techniques | |
| Verse One: | |
| Tame One 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 weed sacks relax, fuck 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 DJ Kaos cuts " Tame One" | |
| 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 eightythree | |
| With each speech released | |
| I reach mad blocks | |
| Analyzin more spots than | |
| Matlock Now | |
| I got this rappin shit on padlock | |
| You only halfrock, my shit returns like resurrections in religion, was fuckin with the fact we only bullshittin | |
| DJ Kaos cuts and scratches " Yo El", " Sinister Brick City minister" | |
| Verse Two: | |
| El Da Sensai, | |
| Tame One 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 | |
| Benzy 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 fuck 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 shit, we got the hard shit regardless | |
| DJ Kaos cuts " Punks pop junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat" | |
| Verse Three: | |
| El the Sensai | |
| Many ask how | |
| I be makin up my shit | |
| Like the format and how it don' t match or fit | |
| I just, dig into the | |
| XFiles 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 | |
| DJ Kaos cuts " Who wanna battle? No one" |
| zuò qǔ : Brown, Jones, Williams | |
| Intro: Tame | |
| One As Mellow | |
| Max passes the blunts to | |
| Skully We' re about to come get nutty up in here | |
| Artifacts, ninesix tricks | |
| Sean J. with the beat | |
| Complete, with the | |
| Artifact techniques | |
| Verse One: | |
| Tame One 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 weed sacks relax, fuck 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 DJ Kaos cuts " Tame One" | |
| 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 eightythree | |
| With each speech released | |
| I reach mad blocks | |
| Analyzin more spots than | |
| Matlock Now | |
| I got this rappin shit on padlock | |
| You only halfrock, my shit returns like resurrections in religion, was fuckin with the fact we only bullshittin | |
| DJ Kaos cuts and scratches " Yo El", " Sinister Brick City minister" | |
| Verse Two: | |
| El Da Sensai, | |
| Tame One 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 | |
| Benzy 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 fuck 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 shit, we got the hard shit regardless | |
| DJ Kaos cuts " Punks pop junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat" | |
| Verse Three: | |
| El the Sensai | |
| Many ask how | |
| I be makin up my shit | |
| Like the format and how it don' t match or fit | |
| I just, dig into the | |
| XFiles 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 | |
| DJ Kaos cuts " Who wanna battle? No one" |
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