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)