Dynamite Soul II (Lip Service Remix)

We got the lip service, we got the breath control

Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)

[Tame One]

Don't look now, but my style tops the pile

Over those who sound foul, cause my shit's tight like White Owl

Don't get it twisted, my rhythm rips in your system

Into sections, like when I ran obsessed in your session

With an E&J fifth, my Philly's splitting on my knapsack

Battle clan macked out over tracks the SP smack out

My lyrical data makes an impact locally and vocally

I choke the shit out of any rapper that's too slow for me

I stay open 24-7 like a deli

Wax the top kick like Kelly, rock my level like I'm Fonzarelli

Sharp like confetti, ready for action, who is this?

The knotty headed nigga Tame One New jersey journalists

I'm never home but answer pages on a pay phone

On Central, or bouncers smoking ounces in a rental

I haul ass like Flash, til I pass 'em then I slow up

I blow up like chicken pox in spots when niggas notice, I got...

Lip service and the breath control

Artifacts in effect with the Dynamite Soul(Repeat 2x)

[Mad Skillz]

Yo, I freak more raps like a nigga with 15 record deals

So chill, and feel the effect when my pad kills

I be Madd Skillz, showing MC's the art of rap

Watch the God attack when I lay tracks with the Artifacts

Step back well, it ain't hard to tell

Rappers step up, and get cut off like illegal cell

Getting props in spots I ain't been yet

Check a picture out of room cause you posing no death threats

Yeah, this be microphone wear and tear

Act like you don't know who I am, so you can beware

And get a compass come past my location

Cause my crew be rolling mad deep like Hatians

On some no fair shit, singe your nose hair shit

Nowadays niggas be teasing mics like fucking clits

We don't play, we like the DEA, hops

And I be closing rappers down like Christian Watch crack spots

Where he at, what's his name? He won't last, G

Cause rappers that I've cyphered be walking right past me

Keep walking faker, now I won't diss you

In the future I tear you up like sandpaper toilet tissue

Lip service and the breath control

Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul(Repeat 2x)

[El Da Sensai]

Yo check it, I be the Buddha Priest monk, kicking shit out your trunk

That Artifact you know that, raw set up the tracks

Coming through your section from direction bonafied

To rip skills live, in '95 to get the prize

And dust bust the nickle rush and sacking rap quarterbacks

Like Neon Deon, I'm black so who the fuck is that?

6 foot big foot, and tracks strapped to bomb raps

In time to kick the rhymes, I'm the calm Don Jack

I come to serve quick, check the lyrics I kick

When I flip the Sensai type of gimmicks see I rip

With my cool slang, you can't hang, my single Jingle Jangle

Like The Legion, this art of green will strangle

Get messed up, f'ed up, style corrupt the terrorizer

Plenty of all niggas get stepped on in '95

Lip service and the breath control

Artifacts in the house with the Dynamite Soul(Repeat 2x)