Break It Down

Yes, as we continue to get it going on

Artifacts representin from Newark to Illtown

Put your ear to this here

Most definitely it's a sure banger

Keep this one in your collection

Newark to Illtown representin

Who do we have up to bat? (MC El)

Lace that

Verse One: El the Sensai, Tame One

In this field, niggaz get killed, quick with the skills

Intact, ill with raps, buildin facts to fill

gaps react, tap into your internet and patch into

my steez or my style, niggaz down to make the cheese wild

MC's get defused cause I'm the bomb specialist

With the wettest, test this, deadly like asbestos

Check the credit set it, so odd they have to call a medic

My paragraphs be off key, that's why niggaz can't get it

For those of you who don't know, my flow keeps MC's

on freeze like Sub-Z doin MK3 fatality

Do remember like Clue, I run up on booty crews

on every weekend buggin out cause I be geekin

Lounge like the peppermint the Boom Skwad President

leaves a tenament resident finding evidence of sedatives

DAILY, scoopin through the Roots like Alex Haley

Beetle Bailey beatdown to a soundman lookin scary

Label secretary terrorizer yet I'ma

fresh rhymer comma bringer of the drama the bomber

From the Lost Lands, off hand claps I run raps

and shatter nigga cyphers into pieces like gun claps

*DJ Kaos cuts and scratches Redman

"When I break it down, from Newark NJ to Illtown" -- Rockafella*

Verse Two: El the Sensai, Tame One

My verbal, patterns reach farther than Saturn

Bustin niggaz up because my rhymes be breakin

atoms stranger, ProForm arranger

Fake U-SA Polo shirt stainer with the tec that's never plainer

indent, that's the men blend trends we make and cross

without the fakin, to the ten niggaz respect we just take it

New jacks relax cause the syntax can't be Xeroxed

Cause I be locked on spots like niggaz movin in from swat

I X more Men out than Elijah, Muhamm Ali of rhyme schemes

Leavin my stickers at the crime scene

Skwad Odd Man, receive response like Roxanne

Battle the top man, and shock fans like I'ma rock band

I cut the mustard and plus I can bust it dusted (what?)

Whatever you fuckin with I touch and leave it busted

My click rips and gets up in ya like the shits

from grits, while yo shit sits like it's on bricks

Tracy Chap raps I laugh at, half-assed rappers

who lack fat tracks get capped at, fuck that

Destroy the masses, niggaz in classes tryin to catch the math

As I sit and think the ink begins to craft

my blueprints instruments workin as I'm jerkin

Your style hurtin in the club your crew nervous rehearsin

In between the cut I run amuck with mad stuff

Niggaz can't touch, escape wack cyphers like handcuffs, so

C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound

"When I break it down from Newark NJ to Illtown"

*DJ Kaos cuts and scratches Redman

"When I break it down, from Newark NJ to Illtown" -- Rockafella*

Outro: Mellow Max

Word up thank you I think I'm convinced

Cool Mellow Max in the house

Peace to my niggaz Park Ave, Swift-O-Matic yeah!

Boom Skwad in the house how you like it now?

Representin the skills, what?

Chancellor Ave, Avon Ave, nigga where ya at?

Aww man the Bricks! Newark to Illtown

If ya don't know I think ya better ask

Breakin it down, sizin it up

for the year nine-six, WHAT