ARTIFACT - 31 BUMRUSH lyrics

rate me

My off the hook look, leaves my competitors shook

No matter what groups you book, I still jam like Sam Cooke

Took a whole click out, and had the soundman flippin

kickin wicked freestyle to shit on niggaz with the writtens

Check my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass kicked

quick if they try to flip like ashes, I'm

never passive, as is, yo you see the flow yo what happened

Check out them niggaz rappin

The clap of the crowd be showin me love like Cupid

Loop it back, shit slams like I dished off to Shaq

My crew stay strapped with battle raps on cap

We ready to clap on chaps who make up half you sucker rap acts

I'm intact with facts, MC's can't compete with these treats

And Shawn J P. with the beats, unleash

talents, balance, styles extra-ordinary

with the vocabulary, no other buries

We know schematics on rapper's theatrics

Only a few can freak status, Artifacts techniques

can freak from here to Dalls, leavin you to clean up

like Alice, shit's thick like smoke from out the chalice

The weak we em-barr-ass, showin no pity on your city

We either play you live or have you taped in like MIDI (who)

The Brick City Committee comin through a nigga soundset

This round's for all our niggaz that didn't get down yet

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

From off the back of the bus, the 31 Bumrush

Crews we breeze through, you don't know, you need to

tell the soundman, don't touch nothin but the EQ

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Deafenin, lethal weapon steppin with the props

Seekin through your sale racks and peepin all mall cops

In to win, tall like, Paul Bunyan, the bass line's drummin

Meanin that the Notty Headed Nigguz comin

Lights, camera! Act like you wanna bring the dra-ma

I make it hotter than all of Atlanta, ready to act up

My Hooterville upbringin is swingin upon ya son

Gunnin for your under the name of Tame One

Yo, eyes focused, lips ready to toke it

You'll choke on my skit, your dilemma is to quit

flip scripts, who's the winner takin out all beginners

in an instant, my style's polished and stain resistant

The E&J sipper blunt ripper nigga flips your bitch ass

With better effects, we go to war like George Lu-cas

Toucan Sam and we be the Mister Man simply put

Your twelve inch could barely make a foot

We got bombs, my momma told me no when I was younger

but I told her, "I don't cry on no shoulders I'm a soldier"

Let me show ya, how we can rock a crowd like Ayatollah

Check the folder (here we go check it out right now)

Now you got the scoop, check the Guess troop low

On the chest, niggaz still use the word fresh blessed

You see the structure, builder, constructer

Bust a, nother with the skills that I muster

Up touche you check the rhyme forte

Artifacts, Tame One, and MC El the Sensai

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