C’mon Wit Da Git Down

[Hook: Artifacts with Scratches by Roc Raida]

C’mon wit da c’mon, git down wit da git down

[Verse 1: El Da Sensei]

C’mon and get down with that Artifacts sound

Where kids get wreck, and the beat’s bound to pound

We’re strolling 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 was jealous for the props, see

The shit never stops, hops, just looking for my dillz-knot

Styles relate, never fake, broke breaks in every crate

Old freestyles and dirty-ass copied-over tapes

Notify that the Artifacts never slack

While crews is on stage wack, we just play the back, now

The flip tripper ripper splits ya wit da mixture

All crews who never paid dues, watch it ‘fore I get ya

‘Cause nowadays, it’s the ways of the underground, but

They’re wack now, so c’mon wit da git down

[Hook: Artifacts with Scratches by Roc Raida]

C’mon wit da c’mon, git down wit da git down

[Verse 2: Tame One]

You know the stats. If not, then ask some niggas who

Heard of me, the half on the Artifacts in Jersey

‘Cause brothers be buggin’, not givin’ love to the nuccas, sayin’

Fuck us ‘cause we be shinin’ brighter than them suckers

Shootin’ me prison, nobody listens to your dissin’

‘Cause, yo, my shit’s legit, and as a lyricist, I’m hittin’

The high notes, so why don’t I smile when I take pictures?

‘Cause now that I rock, I got more niggas 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, Rap Pages 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 pop junk, Tame and Da Sensei 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

[Hook: Artifacts with Scratches by Roc Raida]

C’mon wit da c’mon, git down wit da git down

[Verse 3: El da Sensei]

Hold up

You rap sucker, duck. Buck, the track’s rough enough

To prove a point, that the niggas 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

Niggas can’t believe the Artifacts achieve, 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 itching from the shit that I’m scripting

So pass the baton to the next runner up, Tame

I give a pound, so c’mon wit da git down

[Verse 4: Tame One]

Ayyo

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 Niggas 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 on are dead because we keep on

Peepin’ these weak MC’s who cheese with their bologna ‘cause

They’re phony as fuck and couldn’t pull shit off of tow trucks

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

[Hook: Artifacts with Scratches by Roc Raida]

C’mon wit da c’mon, git down wit da git down