Notty Headed Nigguhz - Artifacts, Redman

When I lift my shades up, my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot

But as is, my ad-libs, are more wicked than bad kids

Ask Biz if Tame leaves marks like a shit skid

It’s the Mister, on a mission mixer of the rougher

Mix the snuff that get you up?

But no style is tougher

I dismiss crews, I bruise, snooze ya losin

Groovin provin I can do in men who went out smoother

Artifact chart, my rap gat starts to battle

Tracks be fat so who dat?

Nigga I be through black

I get biz on bitches, puff izz with my cousins

Tame shit so wild, honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin

I hit mad skins, then roll up bills on the reals

My skills mad ill, but chill kid, everything’s real

From naps up top, down to the wrinkles in my Reeboks

I’m up late like Leno playin demos from my toolbox

My crew rocks, two blocks away from the buddha spot

I’m out but don’t get it fucked up, cause I wsnt you to rock

I come from the slums of New Jeruz I do bums

Who can’t adapt no haps son, you know I close on caption

You know this, boss niggaz like Lex to Mr. Otis

You can’t hold this bitch I’m swift like a lotus

Well it’s the wiseguy, who never did a driveby

But I fly zones, and shine like chrome, on 7: 35

I, play my Hi-Fi, volume up sky high

Talkin buddha thai, don’t bother tryin to fascinate my eye

I got 2020 like Baba Wawa on a Friday

Buy my tape, so I can put a Cruiser in my driveway

Say hi Tame, pass the dutch so I can take a puff

Of Born Cypher Cypher Master, I never get enough

No curls, no braids, peasy heads still get paid

Smokin sassy-frassy, that