Artifact - C'mon wit da git down Lyrics
Intro/Chorus:C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down (4X)Verse One: El Da SensaiC'mon and get down with that Artifacts soundWhere kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to poundWe're strollin through the industry B, see we gotta bethe next shit that kicks, cause brothers ain't got itIn this rap shit, ain't no time for the dilly-dallypally throw a match in the Gasoline AlleyBlew up mad spots, kids were jealous for the propsSee the shit never stops Hobbes, just lookin for my dillz-knotStyles we make, never fake, broke breaks in every crateOld freestyles and dirty ass copied-over tapesNotified that, the Artifacts never slackWhile crews is on stage wack, we just play the backNow, the flip tripper ripper slits ya wit da mixtureAll crews, who never paid dues, watch it 'fore I get yaCause nowadays, it's da ways, of the undergroundbut they're wack now, so c'mon wit da git downChorusVerse Two: Tame OneYou know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who heard of meThe half on the Artifacts of JerseyCause brothers be buggin not givin love to the nuccasSayin ***** us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckersShootin me prison nobody listens to your dissinCause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittinthe high note, so why don't, I smile when I take picturesCause now that I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than *****esI just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some hypenessBut biters and backstabbin rappers don't even like usBut props due, peep The Source RapPages and the BillboardAnd read about the tours while you be flappin your jawsI freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad StreetPunks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beatSo peep how deep my technique freaks and how my shit soundsC'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git downChorusVerse Three: MC El, Tame OneHold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's rough enoughto prove a point, that the niggaz is the jointMagazines where we're seen, now pop the tape in your deckI got the Heavy Ammunition cuz I'm Flexi Wit Da TechNiggaz, can't believe the Artifacts acheiveGot, tricks up my sleeve so bow down on your kneesYo, we ain't got the same lame, ordinary plain gamePut to shame any crew who wants to feel the flameSo bring submission to the rap recognitionMy right hand is itchin from the shit that I'm scriptinSo pass the baton, to the next runner up, TameI give a pound so, c'mon wit da git downAiyyo, word to my grandma's tampons, I drop bombs, but sinceour demo tracks had gaps some said my fat raps was half-assedWatchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a robotwith our props, so now the Notty Head Niggaz got more knots yoMy pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky dunkMy disc in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty HumpCuz I'm comin from the underground I'm down wit da git downMC's who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain't shit nowThe Artifacts, represent on every stage we step onThe days of gettin slept, are dead because we keep onpeepin these weak MC's, who cheese with their bolognyCause they're phony as *****, and couldn't pull shit off a tow truckSo yo bro, now you know my flow so go and sit downor c'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git downChorus 2X
