Attack of New Jeruzalem Lyrics
| Song | Attack of New Jeruzalem |
| Artist | Artifacts |
| Album | Between A Rock And A Hard Place |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : A. Best/J. Oxendine/R. Brown/W. Williams | |
| 作曲 : A. Best/J. Oxendine/R. Brown/W. Williams | |
| [Verse 1: El Da Sensei] | |
| Aiyyo, check this, check that, MC El, my shit fat | |
| Rockin' off this bugged track, you say we're wack, yo **** that | |
| Word to life, I kick the hyper type of cipher rap'll gather | |
| After, my skills master of the dip dapper | |
| I hold the fort with my sorts, rap sports | |
| I got niggas on my ****, from down South to up North | |
| Rhymes rip the hipper nigga, take a swigger | |
| MC El the rigger of the fat style you can't figure | |
| Rhymes out the ass, you can't pass up | |
| My rizzle dizzle dazzle, tears up the band like [?] hassle | |
| I blows with my flows, bust your nose, kick the ass of pros | |
| Who ain't got the how-knows to make the crowd go (HO!) | |
| Out they see, complete my rap technique | |
| Take up mad Chiefs, I go through 60 packs in a week | |
| Attack of New Jeru as I do my doo-dah | |
| Shit everyday, peace to niggas around my way | |
| From Da Bricks, where every block it got mad crews | |
| MC El Da Sensei with the attack of New Jeruz | |
| [Chorus: Artifacts] | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| "Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| "Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| [Verse 2: Tame One] | |
| Well as I step up, I'm ****in' raps up, and snappin' quicker | |
| I'm slicker than a zipper, get more wet than Flipper | |
| Got trunks and crates full of P-Funk breaks | |
| I'll take Bootsy make a loop and you get souped because I'm great | |
| With the four bar sample, add a bass and kick | |
| You're on my **** for my tricks, when I fix the remix | |
| I twist this disc with emphasis, since | |
| Dead presidents took residence from dollars and cents | |
| I got pull like Magneto rollin' cee-lo with steel dice | |
| My black book make, more people petrol than Heidi Fleiss | |
| I'm nice on mic jacks, and murder to a dub deck | |
| The Knotty Headed ruffneck, Tame don't give a **** yet | |
| I jump up the funk to smoke the blunt that's like a tree trunk | |
| I get blitt to rip shit, still piss and call MCs punks | |
| My knotty throwin body blows like Bert Cooper | |
| The trooper's gettin' zooted off the funky herbal buddha | |
| Don't test me, press or even stress to try to serve me | |
| 'Cause I'm down and dirty from the undergrounds of Jersey | |
| Word to Fats daddy 'cause I'm fatter than your Timberlands | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, Tame got more ***** than Wimbledon | |
| So step up and get your fronts cracked | |
| By the blunt crackin' rapper, and get your ***** before I smack her | |
| [Chorus: Artifacts] | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| "Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| "Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| "Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| "Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| (Ehh heh eh, a special guest at my show) | |
| [Verse 3: Jay Burnz] | |
| The J, the A, the Y, the B, the U, the R, the N | |
| Watch your back, look over your shoulder | |
| I'm 'bout to roll you over with a bulldozer | |
| Get on the CB one rover | |
| 'Cause I pulverize a MC 'cause I'm nicer | |
| Click click click, I hunt MCs like I'm the Predator | |
| Don't think this shit is better 'cause I kill like I'm a matador | |
| Lyrics bust through my lips just like I sing a song | |
| Jay got more flavor, than Goya Adobo | |
| I'm wreckin' CDs and tapes with "That's Them" logo | |
| Keeps you jumpin' like a pogo, chicks are dancin', doin' a go-go | |
| I got the killer instinct, make MCs extinct | |
| Pep more than ginseng, always stand distinct | |
| Forwards I rip, backwards I pir | |
| Just know I keep the stage warmer than fur | |
| No way to control it, my style is automatic | |
| Many MCs' systems shut down when young gun comes around | |
| Plus I rode more chicks in stirrups than Lou Diamond Phillips | |
| Makin grills swell up while they watch me blow up | |
| On stage I step up in a violent rage, the five-oh says damn | |
| Jay B's should've kept your black ass in a cage | |
| Locked up with the Artifacts, I kick the nonstop rap | |
| MC El and Tame One got my back | |
| In the attack of what? Attack of New Jeruzalem | |
| [Chorus: Artifacts] | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| "Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" | |
| "Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" | |
| "Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" | |
| "Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" |
| zuo ci : A. Best J. Oxendine R. Brown W. Williams | |
| zuo qu : A. Best J. Oxendine R. Brown W. Williams | |
| Verse 1: El Da Sensei | |
| Aiyyo, check this, check that, MC El, my shit fat | |
| Rockin' off this bugged track, you say we' re wack, yo that | |
| Word to life, I kick the hyper type of cipher rap' ll gather | |
| After, my skills master of the dip dapper | |
| I hold the fort with my sorts, rap sports | |
| I got niggas on my , from down South to up North | |
| Rhymes rip the hipper nigga, take a swigger | |
| MC El the rigger of the fat style you can' t figure | |
| Rhymes out the ass, you can' t pass up | |
| My rizzle dizzle dazzle, tears up the band like ? hassle | |
| I blows with my flows, bust your nose, kick the ass of pros | |
| Who ain' t got the howknows to make the crowd go HO! | |
| Out they see, complete my rap technique | |
| Take up mad Chiefs, I go through 60 packs in a week | |
| Attack of New Jeru as I do my doodah | |
| Shit everyday, peace to niggas around my way | |
| From Da Bricks, where every block it got mad crews | |
| MC El Da Sensei with the attack of New Jeruz | |
| Chorus: Artifacts | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| " Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| " Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| Verse 2: Tame One | |
| Well as I step up, I' m in' raps up, and snappin' quicker | |
| I' m slicker than a zipper, get more wet than Flipper | |
| Got trunks and crates full of PFunk breaks | |
| I' ll take Bootsy make a loop and you get souped because I' m great | |
| With the four bar sample, add a bass and kick | |
| You' re on my for my tricks, when I fix the remix | |
| I twist this disc with emphasis, since | |
| Dead presidents took residence from dollars and cents | |
| I got pull like Magneto rollin' ceelo with steel dice | |
| My black book make, more people petrol than Heidi Fleiss | |
| I' m nice on mic jacks, and murder to a dub deck | |
| The Knotty Headed ruffneck, Tame don' t give a yet | |
| I jump up the funk to smoke the blunt that' s like a tree trunk | |
| I get blitt to rip shit, still piss and call MCs punks | |
| My knotty throwin body blows like Bert Cooper | |
| The trooper' s gettin' zooted off the funky herbal buddha | |
| Don' t test me, press or even stress to try to serve me | |
| ' Cause I' m down and dirty from the undergrounds of Jersey | |
| Word to Fats daddy ' cause I' m fatter than your Timberlands | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, Tame got more than Wimbledon | |
| So step up and get your fronts cracked | |
| By the blunt crackin' rapper, and get your before I smack her | |
| Chorus: Artifacts | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| " Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| " Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| " Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| " Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| Ehh heh eh, a special guest at my show | |
| Verse 3: Jay Burnz | |
| The J, the A, the Y, the B, the U, the R, the N | |
| Watch your back, look over your shoulder | |
| I' m ' bout to roll you over with a bulldozer | |
| Get on the CB one rover | |
| ' Cause I pulverize a MC ' cause I' m nicer | |
| Click click click, I hunt MCs like I' m the Predator | |
| Don' t think this shit is better ' cause I kill like I' m a matador | |
| Lyrics bust through my lips just like I sing a song | |
| Jay got more flavor, than Goya Adobo | |
| I' m wreckin' CDs and tapes with " That' s Them" logo | |
| Keeps you jumpin' like a pogo, chicks are dancin', doin' a gogo | |
| I got the killer instinct, make MCs extinct | |
| Pep more than ginseng, always stand distinct | |
| Forwards I rip, backwards I pir | |
| Just know I keep the stage warmer than fur | |
| No way to control it, my style is automatic | |
| Many MCs' systems shut down when young gun comes around | |
| Plus I rode more chicks in stirrups than Lou Diamond Phillips | |
| Makin grills swell up while they watch me blow up | |
| On stage I step up in a violent rage, the fiveoh says damn | |
| Jay B' s should' ve kept your black ass in a cage | |
| Locked up with the Artifacts, I kick the nonstop rap | |
| MC El and Tame One got my back | |
| In the attack of what? Attack of New Jeruzalem | |
| Chorus: Artifacts | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| " Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" | |
| " Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" | |
| " Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" | |
| " Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" |
| zuò cí : A. Best J. Oxendine R. Brown W. Williams | |
| zuò qǔ : A. Best J. Oxendine R. Brown W. Williams | |
| Verse 1: El Da Sensei | |
| Aiyyo, check this, check that, MC El, my shit fat | |
| Rockin' off this bugged track, you say we' re wack, yo that | |
| Word to life, I kick the hyper type of cipher rap' ll gather | |
| After, my skills master of the dip dapper | |
| I hold the fort with my sorts, rap sports | |
| I got niggas on my , from down South to up North | |
| Rhymes rip the hipper nigga, take a swigger | |
| MC El the rigger of the fat style you can' t figure | |
| Rhymes out the ass, you can' t pass up | |
| My rizzle dizzle dazzle, tears up the band like ? hassle | |
| I blows with my flows, bust your nose, kick the ass of pros | |
| Who ain' t got the howknows to make the crowd go HO! | |
| Out they see, complete my rap technique | |
| Take up mad Chiefs, I go through 60 packs in a week | |
| Attack of New Jeru as I do my doodah | |
| Shit everyday, peace to niggas around my way | |
| From Da Bricks, where every block it got mad crews | |
| MC El Da Sensei with the attack of New Jeruz | |
| Chorus: Artifacts | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| " Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| " Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| Verse 2: Tame One | |
| Well as I step up, I' m in' raps up, and snappin' quicker | |
| I' m slicker than a zipper, get more wet than Flipper | |
| Got trunks and crates full of PFunk breaks | |
| I' ll take Bootsy make a loop and you get souped because I' m great | |
| With the four bar sample, add a bass and kick | |
| You' re on my for my tricks, when I fix the remix | |
| I twist this disc with emphasis, since | |
| Dead presidents took residence from dollars and cents | |
| I got pull like Magneto rollin' ceelo with steel dice | |
| My black book make, more people petrol than Heidi Fleiss | |
| I' m nice on mic jacks, and murder to a dub deck | |
| The Knotty Headed ruffneck, Tame don' t give a yet | |
| I jump up the funk to smoke the blunt that' s like a tree trunk | |
| I get blitt to rip shit, still piss and call MCs punks | |
| My knotty throwin body blows like Bert Cooper | |
| The trooper' s gettin' zooted off the funky herbal buddha | |
| Don' t test me, press or even stress to try to serve me | |
| ' Cause I' m down and dirty from the undergrounds of Jersey | |
| Word to Fats daddy ' cause I' m fatter than your Timberlands | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, Tame got more than Wimbledon | |
| So step up and get your fronts cracked | |
| By the blunt crackin' rapper, and get your before I smack her | |
| Chorus: Artifacts | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| " Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| " Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| " Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| " Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit" | |
| Ehh heh eh, a special guest at my show | |
| Verse 3: Jay Burnz | |
| The J, the A, the Y, the B, the U, the R, the N | |
| Watch your back, look over your shoulder | |
| I' m ' bout to roll you over with a bulldozer | |
| Get on the CB one rover | |
| ' Cause I pulverize a MC ' cause I' m nicer | |
| Click click click, I hunt MCs like I' m the Predator | |
| Don' t think this shit is better ' cause I kill like I' m a matador | |
| Lyrics bust through my lips just like I sing a song | |
| Jay got more flavor, than Goya Adobo | |
| I' m wreckin' CDs and tapes with " That' s Them" logo | |
| Keeps you jumpin' like a pogo, chicks are dancin', doin' a gogo | |
| I got the killer instinct, make MCs extinct | |
| Pep more than ginseng, always stand distinct | |
| Forwards I rip, backwards I pir | |
| Just know I keep the stage warmer than fur | |
| No way to control it, my style is automatic | |
| Many MCs' systems shut down when young gun comes around | |
| Plus I rode more chicks in stirrups than Lou Diamond Phillips | |
| Makin grills swell up while they watch me blow up | |
| On stage I step up in a violent rage, the fiveoh says damn | |
| Jay B' s should' ve kept your black ass in a cage | |
| Locked up with the Artifacts, I kick the nonstop rap | |
| MC El and Tame One got my back | |
| In the attack of what? Attack of New Jeruzalem | |
| Chorus: Artifacts | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum | |
| " Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" | |
| " Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" | |
| " Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" | |
| " Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle" |
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