C`Mon Wit Da Git Down

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