Intro/Chorus:    C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down (4X)    Verse One: El Da Sensai    C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound  Where kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to pound  We're strollin through the industry B, see we gotta be  The next shit that kicks, cause brothers ain't got it  In this rap shit, ain't no time for the dilly-dally  Pally throw a match in the Gasoline Alley  Blew up mad spots, kids were jealous for the props  See the shit never stops Hobbes, just lookin for my dillz-knot  Styles we make, never fake, broke breaks in every crate  Old freestyles and dirty ass copied-over tapes  Notified that, the Artifacts never slack  While crews is on stage wack, we just play the back  Now, the flip tripper ripper slits ya wit da mixture  All crews, who never paid dues, watch it 'fore I get ya  Cause nowadays, it's da ways, of the underground  But they're wack now, so c'mon wit da git down    Chorus    Verse Two: Tame One    You know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who heard of me  The half on the Artifacts of Jersey  Cause brothers be buggin not givin love to the nuccas  Sayin fuck us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers  Shootin me prison nobody listens to your dissin  Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin  The high note, so why don't, I smile when I take pictures  Cause now that I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches  I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness  But biters and backstabbin rappers don't even like us  But props due, peep The Source RapPages and the Billboard  And read about the tours while you be flappin your jaws  I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad Street  Punks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat  So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my shit sounds  C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down    Chorus    Verse Three: MC El, Tame One    Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's rough enough  To prove a point, that the niggaz is the joint  Magazines where we're seen, now pop the tape in your deck  I got the Heavy Ammunition 'cause I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech  Niggaz, can't believe the Artifacts acheive  Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow down on your knees  Yo, we ain't got the same lame, ordinary plain game  Put to shame any crew who wants to feel the flame  So bring submission to the rap recognition  My right hand is itchin from the shit that I'm scriptin  So pass the baton, to the next runner up, Tame  I give a pound so, c'mon wit da git down    Aiyyo, word to my grandma's tampons, I drop bombs, but since  Our demo tracks had gaps some said my fat raps was half-assed  Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a robot  With our props, so now the Notty Head Niggaz got more knots yo  My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky dunk  My disc in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty Hump  'cause I'm comin from the underground I'm down wit da git down  MC's who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain't shit now  The Artifacts, represent on every stage we step on  The days of gettin slept, are dead because we keep on  Peepin these weak MC's, who cheese with their bologny  Cause they're phony as fuck, and couldn't pull shit off a tow truck  So yo bro, now you know my flow so go and sit down  Or c'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down    Chorus 2X