Lyrics:
[Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun]
A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made
ain't no hard atrap after depts of the dungeon
We livin' artifacts
to college with a knapsack of sacrilegious artifacts
Notes from the Grand Dragon, swastika, three grams, two gats with HATE!
crack
Accompanied with the fat funk flows and tracks
So what you saying black, with all that yackedy yack?
My artifacts can't be beat with bats
I'm
whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like Artifacts
On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks, electrified
want to be in my face I just slap that
Big respect to Artifacts, Fat Joey Crack and
Mack and, Bio, and Brim come again
with B.G. 183, recognize me
reason
Why I should never make a change
And, baby, if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
My many artifacts
The list goes on
If you just say
the air,
waltzing back to painting the rose that we shared
We are the dearly departed,
hearts and other artifacts,
if you take away my wandering,
will
it's an ancient artifact
Rap's an art in fact, if the goals are bags, prepare to get slashed
Hope the doctor used a hemostat in med class
Oh, damn,
where our bodies start to seem
Like artifacts of some strange dream
Which afterwards you can't decipher
And so, soon, have forgotten everything
reason
Why I should never make a change
And, baby, if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
My many artifacts
The list goes on
If you just say
breakup-style
Class-A discrete awakening
Dynamic rhythm and high gain beliefs
Daily Mardi Gras is just beginning
No artifacts just melody rings
Compression
the abstract
Looking for a concrete artifact
Something to hold on to
Not one more thing to believe in
Stuck in a fallback
And fighting off a heart attack
back
Happy for the 20/20 vision and the artifact
Really it was me, you see
Really it was I and I refuse to love the alibi until the time to cut
is
Fuck a red, catch a holo-tip heart attack
Let the chrome turn you right into an artifact
Fake use to make snake moves and move cowardly
Now you
the artifact with all the facts (ay)
Dodgin' cap in my Dodger cap
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap, hollaback
(Gotta rap
and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What
Artifacts
Covered with dirt
In the ground is the bones
Fossils of the past
Follow the path to my haunted home
Again it's on
'cause I come back from the grave
a artifact
They can't never hang me on the wall, though
We presidents, nigga, we push buttons
Rest of y'all just react
Victory Lap, nigga, this
the leaves in the tree
My chick bad and she leaving with me
Spit so many verses almost had a heart attack
Kill a nigga turn his ass into an artifact
And nah I
Practice choking
Practice for the day
My lungs stop drawing breath
Practice dying
Practice decay
Tiny artifacts
Screaming in my head
I'm not
from the past
Hold for ransom all the artifacts
This ragged town protects
Them to the last
With lies
See them running heading
Homeward
that's hallucinating
Anyway we're artifacts of demigod-ly zero logic denizens
Ooh... I just came in your arms tonight.
You and I are friends, not some
Lucid tentacles test and sleeved
And joined, and jointed, jade pointed diamond back patterns
Neon meate dream of a octafish
Artifact on rose
my thoughts could
Leave my brain
Desperate measures
This is the end
Peace
Is a luxury artifact
Torment
Is a neverending abyss
Hollow
Is the grave I
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