- Lyrics
- Album list
- Singer Intro
Artifacts (group)( The Brick City Kids )
-
The Interview
Lyricist：Rahem Ross Brown, Victor Padilla, William E Williams
My characteristics be mystic, you ask who is it
Doin' it, with the next type of techs runnin' through it
The bullshit, I mean, rap style clean
While I lean my six foot frame, Tame's the other being
Seein' that niggas whack, time to take it back to basics
Like Saucony sneakers or a pair of Asics
Don't hate this analyst, hip-hop activist
Battle technician who be on a mission, now listen
Tame One got more grip than Gore-Tex
I'm comin' through your set like CBS
Writin' my name up in your projects
Who wanna test me when I'm tested?
Pushin' the paragraph like it's a Lexus
I come off hot like Texas
My West district predicts that I'm the shit
So I walk through the bricks and shoot the GIF like it's a full fifth
I bring the ruckus fillin' dutches with dust
I spread love like Take 6 until the whole spliff bust
We wish to diminish MC frauds who need to check
Into a rap clinic, thinkin' that they all in it
My message to those is right down to the core
Kick your best MC and all his niggas through the door
3-point offense, defense level high
Stamina a hundred, leave your team ass dry
It's still our nature to hate ya play you out like Las Vegas
'Cause my crew's got more game than 16 Segas
With adapters, battlin' whack rappers and actors for all their stacks
And keepin' my family fucked up like the Jacksons
Yo, you couldn't find my dab if you tried to use a map
Or instructions, the number ones sold guns be bustin' so
Best to recognize, eyes is on the prize
Watchin' for spies who wanna piece of the lyrical pie
Crews be flippin' like they really wanna die
But when I ease up, they freeze and can't look me in the eye
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I got folders on the jokers who talk trash
They never walk past 'cause I be checkin' for they hall pass
Haul ass and let me shine like glass do
When I die make a statue, I get in you like a tattoo
I pay homage to all the bombers that I'm fly with
Endurin' politics and gettin' paid off of some side shit
I push niggas back who lack skills to hold their own
Jackin' other brothers' styles way that they can zone
Prone to dismantle your insides like Mickey Mantle
My form lasts long, like trick candles
You see the work of these rhyme experts
That hurt niggas in cyphers and make the other states liver
Survivors of the fittest light the graph then ASCAP
Sen-S-E-I peep the next paragraph
In all actual my style's wilder than a crack spot
I'm ill in, usin' the putas you buildin' as my backdrop
I paint a picture perfect with a thousand pencils
From the back of Continentals, Lincolns, drinkin', thinkin' mental
You better look through your girl's tape collection
'Cause this next subject might have a nigga second guess
I wanna do raps and get fat like Apache
So I can get nasty and dis a nigga like a taxi
My exquisite exhibit has facts in this specific
Most niggas boast how they represent and come with it
But whose the rudest boys, coolest with poise
Artifacts be stickin' them with rhythm poise
Is on the biz, Taylor skills like Liz
Tryin' to save the culture, vultures wanna run the biz
You hear my voice more clear, intact
Peep the lyrics, trap my secrets
Ill, like the film called 'The Curor'
Questions, answers, brothers payin' dues
MC's recognize, so we endin' this interview
-
- Previous Page
- Mojim.com
Mojim Lyrics
|
