Cummin’ Thru Ya f*ckin’ Block lyrics

To the beat y'all
*rat-a-tat drumming sound*

[all] Make it funky (4X)
[Red] My n*gga Tame [all] makes it funky
[Red] My n*gga El [all] makes it funky
[Red] Redman [all] makes it funky
[Red] Huh, check it out

[Verse 1: El Da Sensei]
I Ego Trip like Ultramag, sag my Girbauds I drag
Competition so listen and raise the white flag
Cause the instructor, of the New Jerz verse dusts
Another motherf*cker I discover what no other brother
Can do, hard to handle and to, stamp
I play Tramp like Grace Jones in that movie Vamp
I'm fit to wreck sh*t, I dip into the skit
Spit lyrics exquisite, blitted as I hit it
I suppose I knows the ways of the pros
Bros be like, "Oh that n*gga's got mad flows"
Creep'll keep it deep
I got a winning streak against ducks who suck
And didn't have the best defense
I make sh*t nice, defies with my device
And if I'm in a rap fight, you can catch a cap, right
Bust it, whassup what did ya ask me?
Crafty with my sassafrass P-Funk, thought been handy
Dandy Mayor Ave., back in the lab create my trap
Dibble dabble in the midst of the Artifact we have
Swiftness, I blitz, specific and you dig it
From N.J., the Notty Headed Terror and da Sensei
[Chorus: Artifacts & Redman]
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman c*mmin thru ya f*ckin block
(repeat 3X)
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman c*mmin thru ya f*ckin!!

[Verse 2: Tame One]
Well I come live from the Artifact exhibit as a misfit
Larger than Jurassic Park I lick off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a talk show I hit more cheese than nacho
Feelin Machu when I Pi on; a Coltrane like Roscoe
Hostile underground fossil, n*gga bout to rock ya
So peep it how I freak it check the technique yeah I rock ya
I 'Glide' like Drex and +Blaze+ a +Trail+ like I was +Portland+
When ill stressed, I still rock a vest like Ed Norton
The ill king, taking all things cash, crash, and asses
Backstage passes, V.I.P. all access
I got the props pon c*ck, f*ck the know-nots
Whose techniques are weaker than the graphics for the Gobots
I rock with raw steel like Sue Richards, when Rick smacks her
Up motherf*ck that I got more funk than muskrats
With my hocus pocus I can f*ck up where ya focus
Wit my left hook, dip right jab shuffle I can smoke ya
It don't matter, cause all my sh*t is fatter than the
Pads on MPC-60's, hit me you got five second to jet G
Straight from the Bricks, now back to the N.J
The Notty Headed n*gga and da motherf*ckin Sensei
[Red] Hoooaaaahhh! One two, one two, one two
This is for Jersey, haha ahh, ah hah
One two, one two

[Verse 3: Tame One & MC El]
I'm the black king, quick to grease my naps with Royal Crown
And aloe vera representin for the Notty Headed n*gga era
However whatever my Posse Packs the Pistols
And my Skwad got the Boom, rid the room, get the b*tches

The exact Artifact, who is that, you speak of
Leak my speakers, unique and freakin beats track in fact
I be dat, n*gga who you look for, in your worst fears
Peace to my n*gga Lord Sear and Samere
Display, n*ggas from N.J
Notty Headed Terror and da motherf*ckin Sens3i

[Outro: Artifacts & Redman]
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's that Notty Headed n*gga c*mmin thru ya f*ckin block
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman c*mmin thru ya f*ckin block
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
[Red] Big up to Boom Skwad's c*mmin thru ya f*ckin block
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman c*mmin thru ya f*ckin block
Pump! Pump!
[Red] Booyaka
Pump! Pump! (6X)
[Red] For nine-fo'
Pump! Pump!
[Red] Artifacts get dapped like that y'all
*sound of rat-a-tat drumming again*
[Red] Jersey's in the f*ckin house y'all
New York's live in the house y'all
Newark is live in the house y'all
E-O's live in the house y'all
Word is bond in the hizouse y'all
I'm in the motherf*ckin hizouse y'all
So n*ggas get the f*ckin balls y'all