featuring Redman



To the beat y'all

*rat-a-tat drumming sound*



[all] Make it funky (4X)

[Red] My nigga Tame [all] makes it funky

[Red] My nigga El [all] makes it funky

[Red] Redman [all] makes it funky

[Red] Huh, check it out



Verse One: El Da Sensai



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 get it deep, I got it when it's strict 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 N.J., the Notty Headed Terror and da Sensai



Chorus: Artifacts, Redman



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

[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block

(repeat 3X)

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

[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin!!



Verse Two: Tame One



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 drips 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, V.I.P. 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 N.J.

The Notty Headed Nigga and da motherfuckin Sensai



[Red] Hoooaaaahhh! One two, one two, one two

This is for Jersey, haha ahh, ah hah

One two, one two



Verse Three: Tame One, MC El



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, niggaz from N.J.

Notty Headed Terror and da motherfuckin Sensai



Outro: Artifacts, Redman



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

[Red] It's that Notty Headed Nigga cummin thru ya fuckin block

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

[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block

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

[Red] Big up to Boom Skwad's cummin thru ya fuckin block

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

[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block

Pump! Pump!

[Red] Booyaka

Pump! Pump! (6X)

[Red] For nine-fo'

Pump! Pump!

[Red] Artifacts get dapped like that y'all

*sound of rat-a-tat drumming again*

[Red] Jersey's in the fuckin house y'all

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 niggaz get the fuckin balls y'all