Soul, dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul      Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul      In comes the ones from Jerusalem slums   Knockin' bums out for clout, Jersey rules without a doubt   On the real, these are kinda fat for the brothers   From the Wrongside of Da Tracks and it goes like that      Since the beginnin' of time, the Artifacts kick rhymes   Straight tape after demo tape in eighty-eight   It's so dynamite, shit's outta sight   Snatch up a G and demonstrate for the night      Sip on the brew, me and you can do the do   And you know this, flow with this, Polo, you know, kid   Tame, what's the status on the blunt meter, homey?   Yeah, I got three dimes, six Phillies and some Olde E      Yeah G, you know the program, it's so damn ridiculous   Kickin' this mix for all the niggaz and the tricks   El the first half, Tame indeed is on [Incomprehensible]   Word to life he rhyme with spite and so dynamite      Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul      Yo, this flow goes to all the hoes I ever fucked with   Kids I smoked blunts with, and my ex-girl that sucks dick   Niggaz takin' shorts in weed spots because they know me   And to my moms because she makes good cheese and macaroni      And to the stores that'll sell three Phillies for a dollar   To Afrika Bambaata for makin' me a rap scholar   And MC El for rhymin' with this notty headed lunatic   You always knew we had the crew that had the mad drama kid      Peep it, all my peeps from 12 Block to Broad Street   And back streets in Jersey where the niggaz first heard me   It took a long time comin' with more cuts than Jason   Since the days I had a fade and used to rock in Redman's basement   I do Poetic Justice, like Janet played the role   And now I'm makin' suckers swoll with the dynamite soul      Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul      Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul      Remember them joints, we used to rock at the spot?   When we stepped on stage with fat gear and it was mad hot?   Kids in competition was scared at the sight   Of these mad motherfuckers who rock the mic right      Then we was That's Them, gettin' all the action   Fuckin' niggaz bitches and just leavin' them in traction   Ask who the hell was them niggaz that's rippin' it?   You better get hip, cause Artifacts got the shit      For about four years, people said we couldn't hack it   But the track's got the [Incomprehensible] and rhymes got the knack   See, we'll never fall, we got support from the fam   Jam after jam, here we are but there we stand      It took mad time but here we is, in the music business   Press record when you hear me on kiss   Brothers talk shit but yo, who really cares?   Tame's who all I need 'cuz, the brother's right there   And if you're swoll, say it's all in control   The Artifacts, we got the dynamite soul      Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul      Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul   Dynamite soul