Whassup Now Muthafucka? - Artifacts

It goes like this then it goes like that

Artifacts yo we rap mad facts without no feedback

Bust a niggy down and clowns?

check my footmark

El sparks the dutch, quicker than the?

to God

Greater darker than Vader, state of the art don’t start

My skills mad thrills while you’re still cheap, like K-Mart

Ain’t smart, mothereffer deffer all get aten

Steppin with my rap weapon, now who’s testin?

This Mister El, sinister Brick City minister

Swingin with my nigga Tame, Boom Skwad adventure

Loc style, to the max, tax cats with no doubt

Bust your whole shit out, drunken with my chi style

Diesel Don, ism Gov’na rated all-stars

Up to par, baby pah, ease a Heine from the bar

When I’m with my peeps, we be deep for the shows

Rockin low pro, in the corner shootin cee-lo

Huff puff enough to keep your eyes bloodshot

Get more cocker spaniel move your ass like Daniel

To the left I step, super def, human being

Tame get on the mic, with the one two three and

Pass off, I blast off, like Jetsons when I’m flexin

X’n wack tags and rap fags in ANY fuckin section

Watch the notty head G-Wiz get biz, word to Muensters

Peace to Daddy Reef and Money Stuntsa

A-Cool, my nigga Fat G roll the spliff

Jay Burnz and Mellow Max, my man Swift takes the flicks

A Hooterville killer with +Wild Styles+ like the movie

I light blunts with my right, in left I keep a toolie

The Boom Skwad president, ain’t hesitant to represent

Elements that’s relevant, diss bitches for the hell of it

I got much pride, electrin SLIDIN suckers backwards

Like Mike Jackson, throwin hats, the Artifacts hittin

G off, so won’t you be off, because I’m peed off

Enough to fuck some stuff up, and rip another rough cut

My crew’s paid mad dues, without no reimbursement

Verse after verse, the mic be Howlin like a Thirstin

And we out.

FUCK DAT!

«Whassup now muthafuka?»

(4X)