Artifacts, Redman - Cummin' Thru Ya Fuckin' Block lyrics

[Artifacts, Redman - Cummin' Thru Ya Fuckin' Block lyrics]

To the beat y'all rat-a tat drumming sound

I Ego Trip like Ultramag
Sag my Girbauds I drag
Competition so listen and raise
The white flag cause the instructor
Of the New Jerz verse dusts
Another motherfucker I discover what
No other brother
Can do, hard to handle and to, stamp
I play Tramp like Grace Jones
In that movie Vamp
I'm fit to wreck shit, I dip into the skit
Spit lyrics exquisite, blitted as I hit it
I suppose I knows the ways of the pros
Bros be like, "Oh that nigga's got mad flows"
Creep'll keep it deep
I got a winning streak against ducks who suck
And didn't have the best defense
I make shit nice, defies with my device
And if I'm in a rap fight


You can catch a cap, right
Bust it, whassup what did ya ask me?
Crafty with my sassafrass P-Funk
Thought been handy dandy Mayor Ave
Back in the lab create my trap
Dibble dabble in the midst of
The Artifact we have
Swiftness, I blitz, specific and you dig it
From NJ
The Notty Headed Terror and da Sensei

Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots

Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots

Well I come live from the
Artifact exhibit as a misfit
Larger than Jurassic Park I lick
Off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a talk show I
Hit more cheese than nacho
Feelin Machu when I Pi on
A Coltrane like Roscoe
Hostile underground fossil
Nigga bout to rock ya
So peep it how I freak it check
The technique yeah I rock ya
I 'Glide' like Drex and +Blaze+ a
+Trail+ like I was +Portland+
When ill stressed
I still rock a vest like Ed Norton
The ill king, taking all things cash, crash
And asses backstage passes, VIP all access
I got the props pon cock, fuck the know nots
Whose techniques are weaker than the
Graphics for the Gobots
I rock with raw steel like Sue Richards
When Rick smacks her
Up motherfuck that I got
More funk than muskrats
With my hocus pocus I can
Fuck up where ya focus wit my left hook
Dip right jab shuffle I can smoke ya
It don't matter
Cause all my shit is fatter than the
Pads on MPC-60's
Hit me you got five second to jet G
Straight from the Bricks, now back to the NJ
The Notty Headed Nigga and
Da motherfuckin Sensei

This is for Jersey, haha ahh, ah hah
One two, one two

I'm the black king
Quick to grease my naps with Royal Crown
And aloe vera representin for the
Notty Headed nigga era
However whatever my Posse Packs the Pistols
And my Skwad got the Boom, rid the room
Get the bitches

The exact Artifact, who is that, you speak of
Leak my speakers
Unique and freakin beats track in fact
I be dat, nigga who you look for
In your worst fears
Peace to my nigga Lord Sear and Samere
Display, niggas from NJ
Notty Headed Terror and
Da motherfuckin Sens3i

Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots

Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots

Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots

Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots

Pump! Pump!

Pump! Pump!

Pump! Pump!

Sound of rat-a tat drumming again

New York's live in the house y'all
Newark is live in the house y'all
E-O's live in the house y'all
Word is bond in the hizouse y'all
I'm in the motherfuckin hizouse y'all
So niggas get the fuckin balls y'all

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