Cummin' Thru Ya F-kin' Block Songtext
von Artifacts
Cummin' Thru Ya F-kin' Block Songtext
To the beat, yeah
Redman, Redman
Make it funky
Make it funky
Make it funky
Make it funky
My nigga Ted, makes it funky
My nigga L, makes it funky
Redman, makes it funky
Huh, check me out y′all
I ego trip like Ultramax
Sag my Girbaud attract competition
So listen and raise the white flag
'Cause the instructor of the New Jerz verse
That′s another motherfucker
I discover what no other brother can't do
Hard to handle, amp to stamp
I play tramp like Grace Jones in that movie Vamp
I'm fit to make shit, I dip into the skit
Spit lyrics exquisite, blit it as I hit it
I suppose, I knows the ways of the pros
Pros be like "Oh, that nigga′s got mad flows"
Creep, I keep it deep, I got a winning streak
Against ducks who suck and didn′t have the best defense
I make shit nice, devise with my device
And if I'm in a rap fight, you can catch a cap right
Bust shit, "What′s up with it?" you ask me
Crafty with my sassafras be funk
Thoughts been handy, dandy may I add
Back in the lab create my draft
Dibble dabble in the midst of the Artifacts, we have
Swiftness, I'm blitzin′, specific and you dig it
From NJ, the Knotty Headed Terror and the Sensei
Pump, pump, we're lickin′ off the mad shots
It's the Artifacts and Redman comin' through your fuckin′ block
Pump, pump, we′re lickin' off the mad shots
It′s the Artifacts and Redman comin' through your fuckin′ block
Pump, pump, we're lickin′ off the mad shots
It's the Artifacts and Redman comin' through your fuckin′ block
Pump, pump, we′re lickin' off the mad shots
It′s the Artifacts and Redman comin' through your fuckin′
Well, I come live from the Artifacts, exhibit as the misfit
Larger than Jurassic Park, I lick off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a talk show, I hit more cheese than nacho
Feelin' macho when I pee on, a Coltrane like Roscoe
High school underground fossil, nigga ′bout to rock ya
So peep at how I freak and check the Tec, nigga, I'll drop ya
I glide like Drex and blaze a trail like I was Portland
When ill stressed, I still rock a vest like Ed Norton
The ill king takin' all things cash, grass and asses
Backstage passes, VIP all access
I got the props upon cock, fuck the know-nots
Whose techniques are weaker than the graphics for the Go-Bots
I rock the force field like Sue Richards when Reach smacks her
Up, motherfucker, I got more funk than Lush raps
With my hocus pocus I can fuck up where you′re focused
With my left hook, dip right jab, shuffle, I can smoke ya
It don′t matter, 'cause all my shit is fatter than a pad of MPC-60s
Hit me, you got five seconds to jet, G
Straight from the Bricks and back to the NJ
The Knotty Headed Nigga and the motherfuckin′ Sensei
One two, one two, one two, New Jersey
One two, one two
I'm the black king, quick to grease my naps with Royal Crown
And aloe vera, representin′ for the Knotty Headed Nigga era
However, whatever, my posse packs the pistols
And my squad got the boom, Red the room, get the bitches
The exact Artifact, who is that? It's me
I leak my speakers, unique and freakin′ beats, track with that
I be that nigga who you look for in your worst fears
Peace to my nigga Lord Sear
It's a mere, fish plate, niggas from NJ
Knotty Headed Terror and the motherfuckin' Sensei
Pump, pump, we′re lickin′ off the mad shots
It's the Knotty Headed Nigga comin′ through your fuckin' block
Pump, pump, we′re lickin' off the mad shots
It′s the Artifacts and Redman comin' through your fuckin' block
Pump, pump, we′re lickin′ off the mad shots
It's the Artifacts and Redman comin′ through your fuckin' block
Pump, pump, we′re lickin' off the mad shots
It′s the Artifacts and Redman comin' through your fuckin' block
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Artifacts gettin′ jacked like that, y′all
New 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
New York's live in the house, y'all
Word is bond and it is out, y′all
I′m in the motherfuckin' hizouse, y′all
So niggas get the fuckin' ball, y′all
Aight
Redman, Redman
Make it funky
Make it funky
Make it funky
Make it funky
My nigga Ted, makes it funky
My nigga L, makes it funky
Redman, makes it funky
Huh, check me out y′all
I ego trip like Ultramax
Sag my Girbaud attract competition
So listen and raise the white flag
'Cause the instructor of the New Jerz verse
That′s another motherfucker
I discover what no other brother can't do
Hard to handle, amp to stamp
I play tramp like Grace Jones in that movie Vamp
I'm fit to make shit, I dip into the skit
Spit lyrics exquisite, blit it as I hit it
I suppose, I knows the ways of the pros
Pros be like "Oh, that nigga′s got mad flows"
Creep, I keep it deep, I got a winning streak
Against ducks who suck and didn′t have the best defense
I make shit nice, devise with my device
And if I'm in a rap fight, you can catch a cap right
Bust shit, "What′s up with it?" you ask me
Crafty with my sassafras be funk
Thoughts been handy, dandy may I add
Back in the lab create my draft
Dibble dabble in the midst of the Artifacts, we have
Swiftness, I'm blitzin′, specific and you dig it
From NJ, the Knotty Headed Terror and the Sensei
Pump, pump, we're lickin′ off the mad shots
It's the Artifacts and Redman comin' through your fuckin′ block
Pump, pump, we′re lickin' off the mad shots
It′s the Artifacts and Redman comin' through your fuckin′ block
Pump, pump, we're lickin′ off the mad shots
It's the Artifacts and Redman comin' through your fuckin′ block
Pump, pump, we′re lickin' off the mad shots
It′s the Artifacts and Redman comin' through your fuckin′
Well, I come live from the Artifacts, exhibit as the misfit
Larger than Jurassic Park, I lick off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a talk show, I hit more cheese than nacho
Feelin' macho when I pee on, a Coltrane like Roscoe
High school underground fossil, nigga ′bout to rock ya
So peep at how I freak and check the Tec, nigga, I'll drop ya
I glide like Drex and blaze a trail like I was Portland
When ill stressed, I still rock a vest like Ed Norton
The ill king takin' all things cash, grass and asses
Backstage passes, VIP all access
I got the props upon cock, fuck the know-nots
Whose techniques are weaker than the graphics for the Go-Bots
I rock the force field like Sue Richards when Reach smacks her
Up, motherfucker, I got more funk than Lush raps
With my hocus pocus I can fuck up where you′re focused
With my left hook, dip right jab, shuffle, I can smoke ya
It don′t matter, 'cause all my shit is fatter than a pad of MPC-60s
Hit me, you got five seconds to jet, G
Straight from the Bricks and back to the NJ
The Knotty Headed Nigga and the motherfuckin′ Sensei
One two, one two, one two, New Jersey
One two, one two
I'm the black king, quick to grease my naps with Royal Crown
And aloe vera, representin′ for the Knotty Headed Nigga era
However, whatever, my posse packs the pistols
And my squad got the boom, Red the room, get the bitches
The exact Artifact, who is that? It's me
I leak my speakers, unique and freakin′ beats, track with that
I be that nigga who you look for in your worst fears
Peace to my nigga Lord Sear
It's a mere, fish plate, niggas from NJ
Knotty Headed Terror and the motherfuckin' Sensei
Pump, pump, we′re lickin′ off the mad shots
It's the Knotty Headed Nigga comin′ through your fuckin' block
Pump, pump, we′re lickin' off the mad shots
It′s the Artifacts and Redman comin' through your fuckin' block
Pump, pump, we′re lickin′ off the mad shots
It's the Artifacts and Redman comin′ through your fuckin' block
Pump, pump, we′re lickin' off the mad shots
It′s the Artifacts and Redman comin' through your fuckin' block
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Artifacts gettin′ jacked like that, y′all
New 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
New York's live in the house, y'all
Word is bond and it is out, y′all
I′m in the motherfuckin' hizouse, y′all
So niggas get the fuckin' ball, y′all
Aight
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