This Is da Way Lyrics
| Song | This Is da Way |
| Artist | Artifacts |
| Album | That's Them |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brown, Padilla, Williams | |
| (Tame One) | |
| Hah! The former back of the classroom talk-trasher | |
| Blastin off at ya without help from NASA, has ta | |
| blow a nigga's chest up like asthma | |
| with raptures and fresh ass raps from wack bastards | |
| West district politickin like Gibson | |
| Make a pick-up, and then escapes from New York like Snakeplitzkin | |
| with trees tied to the thighs of down shorties clearing Customs | |
| Ready to cuss and bust on any nigga f**kin with production | |
| (This ain't my bag) | |
| Back in the Bricks tricks and kids dig the music as we dooz it | |
| (God damn yo!) | |
| And lose it, when we play niggaz the new shit | |
| (That's that shit!) | |
| Cross this T, watch me dot your eye | |
| Stay on your P's and Q's, niggaz I've mastered my high | |
| And when the snake bites and hype blinds your eyesight | |
| At last, the Artifacts, will bug and have the last laugh | |
| We're comin through all studio sessions | |
| Bringin 40 motherf**kers, pissin all over your conference tables | |
| (El Da Sensai) | |
| Like this right here | |
| Rhyme style criminal, with the lyrical missile | |
| Wack niggaz the issue bless, catchin wreck, to your chest | |
| Rock even Budapest, who the best, on the spot | |
| Blitzin niggaz wicked from the cornerback, slot for props | |
| MC's pop, but run up close into my strategy | |
| Task be, easily complete major catastrophe | |
| I be the rhymin holocaust, with the sauce to toss | |
| those who fakin jacks in rappin know they fallin off | |
| Is it the way we lay the forte, display my caliber | |
| Slayin my challengers, used to be a dancer, now a flow, balancer | |
| Manufacture raptures, dip into my tricks | |
| Pullin out treats, and singles comin by the hits | |
| Shit done by Vic, units for the nine-six | |
| MC El the Sen, with Da Way Like This | |
| We kickin over your crossaints | |
| Smackin your secretary up and kickin up that f**kin computer | |
| We snatchin all the paper from fax machines | |
| And we stoppin distribution on your next release, HUH? | |
| (Tame One) | |
| What makes you think that we can't start beef in a heartbeat | |
| like car thiefs with snatchers | |
| Givin rappers hot flashes for actions of our main access | |
| Knockin out you half-rockin-my-jocks on your asses, like Cassius | |
| but cautious, these dope rhymes'll leave you nauseous | |
| (Still niggaz sleep but umm, we still got the) | |
| (El Da Sensai) | |
| Picture perfect workin, expert that hurts it | |
| Anyone with the verse, that shit gets bursted | |
| Exploit the time, simplify tracks, I rap | |
| for brothers on the block and those who buy me off the rack | |
| Attack foes who slip up off the earth | |
| Jot down the plot as this MC, gets into that ass | |
| The bass thickens, while crews face their whippin | |
| Always on the low but, you'll never see me slippin |
| zuo qu : Brown, Padilla, Williams | |
| Tame One | |
| Hah! The former back of the classroom talktrasher | |
| Blastin off at ya without help from NASA, has ta | |
| blow a nigga' s chest up like asthma | |
| with raptures and fresh ass raps from wack bastards | |
| West district politickin like Gibson | |
| Make a pickup, and then escapes from New York like Snakeplitzkin | |
| with trees tied to the thighs of down shorties clearing Customs | |
| Ready to cuss and bust on any nigga f kin with production | |
| This ain' t my bag | |
| Back in the Bricks tricks and kids dig the music as we dooz it | |
| God damn yo! | |
| And lose it, when we play niggaz the new shit | |
| That' s that shit! | |
| Cross this T, watch me dot your eye | |
| Stay on your P' s and Q' s, niggaz I' ve mastered my high | |
| And when the snake bites and hype blinds your eyesight | |
| At last, the Artifacts, will bug and have the last laugh | |
| We' re comin through all studio sessions | |
| Bringin 40 motherf kers, pissin all over your conference tables | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| Like this right here | |
| Rhyme style criminal, with the lyrical missile | |
| Wack niggaz the issue bless, catchin wreck, to your chest | |
| Rock even Budapest, who the best, on the spot | |
| Blitzin niggaz wicked from the cornerback, slot for props | |
| MC' s pop, but run up close into my strategy | |
| Task be, easily complete major catastrophe | |
| I be the rhymin holocaust, with the sauce to toss | |
| those who fakin jacks in rappin know they fallin off | |
| Is it the way we lay the forte, display my caliber | |
| Slayin my challengers, used to be a dancer, now a flow, balancer | |
| Manufacture raptures, dip into my tricks | |
| Pullin out treats, and singles comin by the hits | |
| Shit done by Vic, units for the ninesix | |
| MC El the Sen, with Da Way Like This | |
| We kickin over your crossaints | |
| Smackin your secretary up and kickin up that f kin computer | |
| We snatchin all the paper from fax machines | |
| And we stoppin distribution on your next release, HUH? | |
| Tame One | |
| What makes you think that we can' t start beef in a heartbeat | |
| like car thiefs with snatchers | |
| Givin rappers hot flashes for actions of our main access | |
| Knockin out you halfrockinmyjocks on your asses, like Cassius | |
| but cautious, these dope rhymes' ll leave you nauseous | |
| Still niggaz sleep but umm, we still got the | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| Picture perfect workin, expert that hurts it | |
| Anyone with the verse, that shit gets bursted | |
| Exploit the time, simplify tracks, I rap | |
| for brothers on the block and those who buy me off the rack | |
| Attack foes who slip up off the earth | |
| Jot down the plot as this MC, gets into that ass | |
| The bass thickens, while crews face their whippin | |
| Always on the low but, you' ll never see me slippin |
| zuò qǔ : Brown, Padilla, Williams | |
| Tame One | |
| Hah! The former back of the classroom talktrasher | |
| Blastin off at ya without help from NASA, has ta | |
| blow a nigga' s chest up like asthma | |
| with raptures and fresh ass raps from wack bastards | |
| West district politickin like Gibson | |
| Make a pickup, and then escapes from New York like Snakeplitzkin | |
| with trees tied to the thighs of down shorties clearing Customs | |
| Ready to cuss and bust on any nigga f kin with production | |
| This ain' t my bag | |
| Back in the Bricks tricks and kids dig the music as we dooz it | |
| God damn yo! | |
| And lose it, when we play niggaz the new shit | |
| That' s that shit! | |
| Cross this T, watch me dot your eye | |
| Stay on your P' s and Q' s, niggaz I' ve mastered my high | |
| And when the snake bites and hype blinds your eyesight | |
| At last, the Artifacts, will bug and have the last laugh | |
| We' re comin through all studio sessions | |
| Bringin 40 motherf kers, pissin all over your conference tables | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| Like this right here | |
| Rhyme style criminal, with the lyrical missile | |
| Wack niggaz the issue bless, catchin wreck, to your chest | |
| Rock even Budapest, who the best, on the spot | |
| Blitzin niggaz wicked from the cornerback, slot for props | |
| MC' s pop, but run up close into my strategy | |
| Task be, easily complete major catastrophe | |
| I be the rhymin holocaust, with the sauce to toss | |
| those who fakin jacks in rappin know they fallin off | |
| Is it the way we lay the forte, display my caliber | |
| Slayin my challengers, used to be a dancer, now a flow, balancer | |
| Manufacture raptures, dip into my tricks | |
| Pullin out treats, and singles comin by the hits | |
| Shit done by Vic, units for the ninesix | |
| MC El the Sen, with Da Way Like This | |
| We kickin over your crossaints | |
| Smackin your secretary up and kickin up that f kin computer | |
| We snatchin all the paper from fax machines | |
| And we stoppin distribution on your next release, HUH? | |
| Tame One | |
| What makes you think that we can' t start beef in a heartbeat | |
| like car thiefs with snatchers | |
| Givin rappers hot flashes for actions of our main access | |
| Knockin out you halfrockinmyjocks on your asses, like Cassius | |
| but cautious, these dope rhymes' ll leave you nauseous | |
| Still niggaz sleep but umm, we still got the | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| Picture perfect workin, expert that hurts it | |
| Anyone with the verse, that shit gets bursted | |
| Exploit the time, simplify tracks, I rap | |
| for brothers on the block and those who buy me off the rack | |
| Attack foes who slip up off the earth | |
| Jot down the plot as this MC, gets into that ass | |
| The bass thickens, while crews face their whippin | |
| Always on the low but, you' ll never see me slippin |
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