Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who's This ? , by - Artifacts. Song from the album That's Them, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 31.12.1996
Record label: Big Beat
Song language: English
Who's This ? |
| Who’s this? |
| With the vocal pitch, I blitz |
| We be the top choice, moist, voice my script |
| Significant, different styles on instinct |
| Make sense, when rockin rhymes over instruments |
| Known for the graf, although the crowd comes first |
| Activist, specialist, of the ultimate verse |
| All subjects correct, image is the key |
| If you want your peers respect show versatility |
| Type strange, how the whole sound is rearranged |
| Changed, so many players entered in the game |
| But not these two, we past dues, smash crews |
| You ask what’s the task slash we bringin the news |
| Dialogue, strong, not your average cabbage |
| Savage on the mic while other crews can’t manage |
| Cause in these times the rhymes pay all things |
| Rent, bills plus your diamond pinky ring |
| Comin from the Bricks, all mics we rip |
| (Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp) |
| With the fat penmanship for the championship |
| (Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp) |
| Fat tracks, lyrics, New Jerus click |
| (who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp) |
| We comin from the back with the ultimate blitz |
| (Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp) |
| Holy Moses, I’ma come down like drug doses |
| With a voltage, cause I’m ready to shock whoever’s closest |
| Bold enough to dismiss tricks, up in the mix |
| With my rhyme skit, bad with the ad-libs behind it |
| Time it, the rapper’s precionist, ain’t no dissin us |
| It’s just, another rap attack for your to discuss |
| It’s us, fresh in the flesh, up in your session |
| Wildin out like sex without protection |
| Right before your eyes I’ma rise up and size up |
| The status of the rappers while I sit in the back, smokin my cabbage |
| Managin, not to get involved with the pet-ty |
| We ever ready, cuttin comp like a mach-ete |
| Not the one to glorify guns, I’d rather drop it on the one |
| And make the funds for my late night weed runs |
| Dum dums, wanna do bids and start they static |
| They better ease back like Kraftmatic |
| Superficial rhymes on top for y’all to see |
| How we react on wax, DJ included exactly |
| Autographs in black books, dodgin from the crooks |
| Recognize the stats, don’t act for ill looks |
| But I keep a straight path like the subway stay |
| Underneath from deep in the depths of NJ |
| I be the one to get the job done, Tame One |
| Got funk like the Bop Gun, burnin with the powers of a hot sun |
| Makin my mark after dark like I’m a criminal |
| Break hard rocks to minerals like, ten star generals |
| Is it the way we slay the stages, that make these neighbors hate us |
| We fillin up the pages with the game like Las Vegas |
| New Jersey native, ten minuts from the Money Makin |
| Stay rooted with the buddha like Jamaicans |