This Is Da Way: accordi di
Artifacts
Artifacts

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Tonalità: D minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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[Tame One]
Hah! The former back of the
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classroom talk- trasher
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Blastin off at ya without help from NASA,
has ta
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blow a nigga's chest up like asthma
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with raptures and fresh ass
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raps from wack bastards
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West district
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politickinlike Gibson
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Make a pick- up, an d then es capes
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from New York like Snakeplitzkin
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with trees tied to the thighs of down
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shorties clearing Customs
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Ready to cuss and bust on any nigga
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fuckin with production
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(This ain't my bag)
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Back in the Bricks tricks and kids dig
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the music as we dooz it
(God damn yo!)
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And lose it, when we play niggaz the new shit
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(That's that shit!)
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Cross this T, watch me dot your eye
Stay on your P's and Q's,
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niggaz I've mastered my high
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And when the snake bites an
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d hype blinds your eyesight
At last, the Artifacts,
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will bug and have the last laugh
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Verse 2
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We're comin through
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all studio sessions
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Bringin 40 motherfuckers,
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pissin all over your conference tables
Verse 3
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[El Da Sensai] Like this right here
Rhyme style criminal,
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with the lyrical missile
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Wack niggaz the issue bless,
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catchin wreck, to your chest
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Rock even Budapest, who the best,
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on the spot
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Blitzin niggaz wicked from the
cornerback, slot for props
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MC's pop, but run up close
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in to my strategy
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Task be, easily com
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plete major catastrophe
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I be the rhymin holocaust,
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with the sauce to toss
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those who fakin jacks in
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rappin know they fallin off
Is it the way we lay the forte,
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display my caliber
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Slayin my challengers, used to be a dancer,
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now a flow, balancer
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Manufacture raptures,
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dip into my tricks
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Pullin out treats,
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and singles comin by the hits
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Shit done by Vic, units for the nine- six
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MC El the Sen,
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with Da Way Like This
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Verse 4
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We kickin over your crossaints
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Smackin your secretary up and kickin up that
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fuckin computer
We snatchin all the paper from fax
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machines
And we stoppin distribution on your next release,
HUH?
[Tame One] What makes you think that we
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can't
start beef in a heartbeat
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like car thiefs with snatchers
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Givin rappers hot flashes for
actions of our main access
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Knockin out you half- rockin- my-
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jocks on your asses, like Cassius
but cautious,
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these dope rhymes'll leave you nauseous
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(Still niggaz sleep but umm,
we still got the)
Verse 6
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[El Da Sensai]
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Picture perfect workin, expert that hurts it
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Anyone with the verse,
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that shit gets bursted
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Exploit the time, simplify tracks,
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I rap
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for brothers on the block and those
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who buy me off the rack
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Attack foes who slip up off the earth
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Jot down the plot as this MC,
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gets into that ass
The bass thickens,
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while crews face their whippin
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Always on the low but, you'll never see me slippin
Outro 1
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