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Artifacts

Attack Of New Jeruzalum

 

Attack Of New Jeruzalum

(album: Between A Rock And A Hard Place - 1994)


Aiyyo, check this, check that, MC El, my shit fat
Rocking off this bugged track, you say we're wack, yo fuck that
Word to life, I kick the hyper type of cipher rap'll gather
After, my skills master of the dip dapper
I hold the fort with my sorts, rap sports
I got niggas on my dick, from down South to up North
Rhymes rip the hipper nigga, take a swigger
MC El the rigger of the fat style you can't figure
Rhymes out the ass, you can't pass up
My rizzle dizzle dazzle, tears up the band like [?] hassle
I blows with my flows, bust your nose, kick the ass of pros
Who ain't got the how-knows to make the crowd go (HO!)
Out they see, complete my rap technique
Take up mad Chiefs, I go through 60 packs in a week
Attack of New Jeru as I do my doo-dah
Shit everyday, peace to niggas around my way
From Da Bricks, where every block it got mad crews
MC El Da Sensei with the attack of New Jeruz

Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum
Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum
"Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit"
"Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit"

Well as I step up, I'm fucking raps up, and snapping quicker
I'm slicker than a zipper, get more wet than Flipper
Got trunks and crates full of P-Funk breaks
I'll take Bootsy make a loop and you get souped because I'm great
With the four bar sample, add a bass and kick
You're on my dick for my tricks, when I fix the remix
I twist this disc with emphasis, since
Dead presidents took residence from dollars and cents
I got pull like Magneto rolling cee-lo with steel dice
My black book make, more people petrol than Heidi Fleiss
I'm nice on mic jacks, and murder to a dub deck
The Knotty Headed ruffneck, Tame don't give a fuck yet
I jump up the funk to smoke the blunt that's like a tree trunk
I get blitt to rip shit, still piss and call MCs punks
My knotty throwin body blows like [?]
The trooper's getting zooted off the funky herbal buddha
Don't test me, press or even stress to try to serve me
'Cause I'm down and dirty from the undergrounds of Jersey
Word to Fats daddy 'cause I'm fatter than your Timberlands
Ladies and gentlemen, Tame got more balls than Wimbledon
So step up and get your fronts cracked
By the blunt cracking rapper, and get your bitch before I smack her

Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum
Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum
Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum
Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum
"Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit"
"Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit"
"Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit"
"Check it, who wanna wreck it? I be on some next shit"

(Ehh heh eh, a special guest at my show)

The J, the A, the Y, the B, the U, the R, the N
Watch your back, look over your shoulder
I'm 'bout to roll you over with a bulldozer
Get on the CB one rover
'Cause I pulverize a MC 'cause I'm nicer
Click click click, I hunt MCs like I'm the Predator
Don't think this shit is better 'cause I kill like I'm a matador
Lyrics bust through my lips just like I sing a song
Jay got more flavor, than Goya Adobo
I'm wrecking CDs and tapes with "That's Them" logo
Keeps you jumping like a pogo, chicks are dancing, doing a go-go
I got the killer instinct, make MCs extinct
Pep more than ginseng, always stand distinct
Forwards I rip, backwards I pir
Just know I keep the stage warmer than fur
No way to control it, my style is automatic
Many MCs' systems shut down when young gun comes around
Plus I rode more chicks in stirrups than Lou Diamond Phillips
Makin grills swell up while they watch me blow up
On stage I step up in a violent rage, the five-oh says damn
Jay B's should've kept your black ass in a cage
Locked up with the Artifacts, I kick the nonstop rap
MC El and Tame One got my back
In the attack of what? Attack of New Jeruzalem

Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum
Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum
Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum
Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum
"Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle"
"Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle"
"Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle"
"Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle"

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