| Aiyyo, check this, check that, MC El, my shit fat
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| Rockin' off this bugged track, you say we’re wack, yo fuck that
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| Word to life, I kick the hyper type of cipher rap’ll gather
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| After, my skills master of the dip dapper
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| I hold the fort with my sorts, rap sports
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| I got niggas on my dick, from down South to up North
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| Rhymes rip the hipper nigga, take a swigger
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| MC El the rigger of the fat style you can’t figure
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| Rhymes out the ass, you can’t pass up
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| My rizzle dizzle dazzle, tears up the band like hassle
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| I blows with my flows, bust your nose, kick the ass of pros
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| Who ain’t got the how-knows to make the crowd go (HO!)
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| Out they see, complete my rap technique
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| Take up mad Chiefs, I go through 60 packs in a week
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| Attack of New Jeru as I do my doo-dah
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| Shit everyday, peace to niggas around my way
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| From Da Bricks, where every block it got mad crews
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| MC El Da Sensei with the attack of New Jeruz
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| Attack, of what? |
| Attack of New Jeruzalum
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| Attack, of what? |
| Attack of New Jeruzalum
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| «Check it, who wanna wreck it? |
| I be on some next shit»
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| «Check it, who wanna wreck it? |
| I be on some next shit»
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| Well as I step up, I’m fuckin' raps up, and snappin' quicker
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| I’m slicker than a zipper, get more wet than Flipper
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| Got trunks and crates full of P-Funk breaks
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| I’ll take Bootsy make a loop and you get souped because I’m great
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| With the four bar sample, add a bass and kick
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| You’re on my dick for my tricks, when I fix the remix
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| I twist this disc with emphasis, since
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| Dead presidents took residence from dollars and cents
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| I got pull like Magneto rollin' cee-lo with steel dice
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| My black book make, more people petrol than Heidi Fleiss
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| I’m nice on mic jacks, and murder to a dub deck
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| The Knotty Headed ruffneck, Tame don’t give a fuck yet
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| I jump up the funk to smoke the blunt that’s like a tree trunk
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| I get blitt to rip shit, still piss and call MCs punks
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| My knotty throwin body blows like Bert Cooper
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| The trooper’s gettin' zooted off the funky herbal buddha
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| Don’t test me, press or even stress to try to serve me
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| 'Cause I’m down and dirty from the undergrounds of Jersey
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| Word to Fats daddy 'cause I’m fatter than your Timberlands
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| Ladies and gentlemen, Tame got more balls than Wimbledon
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| So step up and get your fronts cracked
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| By the blunt crackin' rapper, and get your bitch before I smack her
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| Attack, of what? |
| Attack of New Jeruzalum
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| Attack, of what? |
| Attack of New Jeruzalum
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| Attack, of what? |
| Attack of New Jeruzalum
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| Attack, of what? |
| Attack of New Jeruzalum
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| «Check it, who wanna wreck it? |
| I be on some next shit»
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| «Check it, who wanna wreck it? |
| I be on some next shit»
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| «Check it, who wanna wreck it? |
| I be on some next shit»
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| «Check it, who wanna wreck it? |
| I be on some next shit»
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| (Ehh heh eh, a special guest at my show)
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| The J, the A, the Y, the B, the U, the R, the N
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| Watch your back, look over your shoulder
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| I’m 'bout to roll you over with a bulldozer
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| Get on the CB one rover
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| 'Cause I pulverize a MC 'cause I’m nicer
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| Click click click, I hunt MCs like I’m the Predator
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| Don’t think this shit is better 'cause I kill like I’m a matador
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| Lyrics bust through my lips just like I sing a song
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| Jay got more flavor, than Goya Adobo
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| I’m wreckin' CDs and tapes with «That's Them» logo
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| Keeps you jumpin' like a pogo, chicks are dancin', doin' a go-go
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| I got the killer instinct, make MCs extinct
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| Pep more than ginseng, always stand distinct
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| Forwards I rip, backwards I pir
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| Just know I keep the stage warmer than fur
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| No way to control it, my style is automatic
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| Many MCs' systems shut down when young gun comes around
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| Plus I rode more chicks in stirrups than Lou Diamond Phillips
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| Makin grills swell up while they watch me blow up
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| On stage I step up in a violent rage, the five-oh says damn
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| Jay B’s should’ve kept your black ass in a cage
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| Locked up with the Artifacts, I kick the nonstop rap
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| MC El and Tame One got my back
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| In the attack of what? |
| Attack of New Jeruzalem
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| Attack, of what? |
| Attack of New Jeruzalum
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| Attack, of what? |
| Attack of New Jeruzalum
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| Attack, of what? |
| Attack of New Jeruzalum
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| Attack, of what? |
| Attack of New Jeruzalum
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| «Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle»
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| «Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle»
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| «Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle»
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| «Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Attack of New Jeruzalem , by - Artifacts. Song from the album Between A Rock And A Hard Place, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп