To Ya Chest Lyrics
| Song | To Ya Chest |
| Artist | Artifacts |
| Album | That's Them |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brown, Jones, Williams | |
| ?Sahara zombie? | |
| Yeah For all those affiliated | |
| Yeah yeah [Tame One] | |
| Word is bond my songs ain't wack, and any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap, and can't get that | |
| I got dues with receipts, peeps who make mad beats | |
| So if you get souped, | |
| I add beef | |
| Commander in | |
| Chief of the belief fonta leafs burn slower | |
| The end knot mixin | |
| E&J with soda keeps me geeked up | |
| So if you got weed then speak up so | |
| I can twist up and leave you with that shit in tea cups | |
| We bust the raps that matter, while you battle your own boys, just to check to see who's fatter | |
| I put it together like | |
| McGyver, bombin your rhyme cypher | |
| Helpin to represent funk like diapers | |
| I'm one of them prime time rhymes without rotation but | |
| I'm patient, cause | |
| Tame One don't owe no station nathan | |
| I'd rather hide my tape collection like | |
| I'm Nixon | |
| Watergate nine-six in effect, the deck's missin | |
| Chorus: El | |
| Da Sensai | |
| Crews get taken out quick, who's the best | |
| Tame and M | |
| C El bringin lyrics to ya chest, one two (repeat 2X) [El Da Sensai] | |
| One two, Artifacts, nine-six | |
| My forms, patterns, some might think it's arrogant | |
| I'm transparent, but with lyrics it's apparent | |
| That I be the greater rhyme stater with the data | |
| Saturn Sega, player, wack nigga hater | |
| Instant flow, like five minute grits flips | |
| To rock for the | |
| Jack's haps be on some other shit | |
| Uncover skits like a private dick hits | |
| From all different directions, chop you into sections like a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for alla y'all tall raps, and brawls, touch all jaws with the gall, foot in the mix like | |
| Hammer grammar forms | |
| Check the track, flip the song | |
| Hits From the | |
| Bong, wrong | |
| Side bumpin in your ride | |
| Graffitism tokin ism gaggin off the lyrical jism | |
| New Jersey native, creative with the sorts | |
| B-boy wishin for battles check the injury reports | |
| But there are no flaws in this rap lord's rest | |
| Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya chest | |
| Chorus |
| zuo qu : Brown, Jones, Williams | |
| ? Sahara zombie? | |
| Yeah For all those affiliated | |
| Yeah yeah Tame One | |
| Word is bond my songs ain' t wack, and any nigga who thinks that, they must can' t rap, and can' t get that | |
| I got dues with receipts, peeps who make mad beats | |
| So if you get souped, | |
| I add beef | |
| Commander in | |
| Chief of the belief fonta leafs burn slower | |
| The end knot mixin | |
| E J with soda keeps me geeked up | |
| So if you got weed then speak up so | |
| I can twist up and leave you with that shit in tea cups | |
| We bust the raps that matter, while you battle your own boys, just to check to see who' s fatter | |
| I put it together like | |
| McGyver, bombin your rhyme cypher | |
| Helpin to represent funk like diapers | |
| I' m one of them prime time rhymes without rotation but | |
| I' m patient, cause | |
| Tame One don' t owe no station nathan | |
| I' d rather hide my tape collection like | |
| I' m Nixon | |
| Watergate ninesix in effect, the deck' s missin | |
| Chorus: El | |
| Da Sensai | |
| Crews get taken out quick, who' s the best | |
| Tame and M | |
| C El bringin lyrics to ya chest, one two repeat 2X El Da Sensai | |
| One two, Artifacts, ninesix | |
| My forms, patterns, some might think it' s arrogant | |
| I' m transparent, but with lyrics it' s apparent | |
| That I be the greater rhyme stater with the data | |
| Saturn Sega, player, wack nigga hater | |
| Instant flow, like five minute grits flips | |
| To rock for the | |
| Jack' s haps be on some other shit | |
| Uncover skits like a private dick hits | |
| From all different directions, chop you into sections like a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for alla y' all tall raps, and brawls, touch all jaws with the gall, foot in the mix like | |
| Hammer grammar forms | |
| Check the track, flip the song | |
| Hits From the | |
| Bong, wrong | |
| Side bumpin in your ride | |
| Graffitism tokin ism gaggin off the lyrical jism | |
| New Jersey native, creative with the sorts | |
| Bboy wishin for battles check the injury reports | |
| But there are no flaws in this rap lord' s rest | |
| Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya chest | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Brown, Jones, Williams | |
| ? Sahara zombie? | |
| Yeah For all those affiliated | |
| Yeah yeah Tame One | |
| Word is bond my songs ain' t wack, and any nigga who thinks that, they must can' t rap, and can' t get that | |
| I got dues with receipts, peeps who make mad beats | |
| So if you get souped, | |
| I add beef | |
| Commander in | |
| Chief of the belief fonta leafs burn slower | |
| The end knot mixin | |
| E J with soda keeps me geeked up | |
| So if you got weed then speak up so | |
| I can twist up and leave you with that shit in tea cups | |
| We bust the raps that matter, while you battle your own boys, just to check to see who' s fatter | |
| I put it together like | |
| McGyver, bombin your rhyme cypher | |
| Helpin to represent funk like diapers | |
| I' m one of them prime time rhymes without rotation but | |
| I' m patient, cause | |
| Tame One don' t owe no station nathan | |
| I' d rather hide my tape collection like | |
| I' m Nixon | |
| Watergate ninesix in effect, the deck' s missin | |
| Chorus: El | |
| Da Sensai | |
| Crews get taken out quick, who' s the best | |
| Tame and M | |
| C El bringin lyrics to ya chest, one two repeat 2X El Da Sensai | |
| One two, Artifacts, ninesix | |
| My forms, patterns, some might think it' s arrogant | |
| I' m transparent, but with lyrics it' s apparent | |
| That I be the greater rhyme stater with the data | |
| Saturn Sega, player, wack nigga hater | |
| Instant flow, like five minute grits flips | |
| To rock for the | |
| Jack' s haps be on some other shit | |
| Uncover skits like a private dick hits | |
| From all different directions, chop you into sections like a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for alla y' all tall raps, and brawls, touch all jaws with the gall, foot in the mix like | |
| Hammer grammar forms | |
| Check the track, flip the song | |
| Hits From the | |
| Bong, wrong | |
| Side bumpin in your ride | |
| Graffitism tokin ism gaggin off the lyrical jism | |
| New Jersey native, creative with the sorts | |
| Bboy wishin for battles check the injury reports | |
| But there are no flaws in this rap lord' s rest | |
| Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya chest | |
| Chorus |
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