To Ya Chestによるコード
Artifacts
Artifacts

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キー: G# minor
Verse 1
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?Sahara zombie?
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Yeah
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For all those affiliated
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Verse 2
[Tame One]
Word is bond my songs ain't wack,
and any nigga
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who thinks that, they must can't rap,
and can't get that
I got dues with receipts,
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peeps who make mad beats
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So if you get souped, I add beef
Commander in Chief of the belief
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fonta leafs burn slower
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The end knot mixin E&J with soda
keeps me geeked up
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So if you got weed then speak up
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so I can twist up and leave
you with that shit in tea cups
We bust the raps that matter,
while you battle
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your own boys,
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just to check to see who's fatter
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I put it together like
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McGyver, bombin your rhyme cypher
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Helpin to represent funk
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like diapers
I'm one of them prime
time rhymes without rotation
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but I'm patient,
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cause Tame One don't owe no station nathan
I'd rather hide my tape collection
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like I'm Nixon
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Watergate nine- six in effect,
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the deck's missin
Verse 3
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Chorus: El Da
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Sensai
Verse 4
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Crews get taken out quick,
who's the best
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Tame and MC El bringin lyrics to ya chest,
one two
(repeat 2X)
Verse 5
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[El Da Sensai] One two, Artifacts, nine-
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six
My forms, patterns,
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some might think it's arrogant
I'm transparent,
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but with lyrics it's apparent
That I be the greater rhyme
stater with the data
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Saturn Sega, player, wack nigga hater
Instant flow, like five minute grits flips
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To rock for the Jack's haps
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be on some other shit
Uncover skits like a private dick hits
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From all different directions,
chop you into sections
like a jigsaw, shit be raw,
rock for alla y'all tall
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raps, and brawls, touch all jaws
with the gall,
foot in the mix like Hammer grammar forms
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Check the track,
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flip the song Hits From the Bong, wrong
Side bumpin in your ride
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Graffitism tokin ism gaggin off
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the lyrical jism
New Jersey native, creative with the sorts
be
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- boy wishin for battles
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check the injury reports
But there are no flaws in this
rap lord's rest
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Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya chest
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Chorus
Outro 1
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