T-Ray - Notty Headed n**uhz lyrics

[Tame One] Artifacts, check around my f**in BLOCK, I X-Men like Cyclops When I lift my shades up, my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot But as is, my ad-libs, are more wicked than bad kids Ask Biz if Tame leaves marks like a sh** skid [El Da Sensai] It's the Mister, on a mission mixer of the rougher Mix the snuff that get you up ? but no style is tougher I dismiss crews, I bruise, snooze ya losin Groovin provin I can do in men who went out smoother Artifact chart, my rap gat starts to battle Tracks be fat so who dat? n***a I be through black [Tame One] I get biz on b**hes, puff izz with my cousins Tame sh** so wild, honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin I hit mad skins, then roll up bills on the reals My sk**s mad ill, but chill kid, everything's real From naps up top, down to the wrinkles in my Reeboks I'm up late like Leno playin demos from my toolbox My crew rocks, two blocks away from the buddha spot I'm out but don't get it f**ed up, cause I wsnt you to rock [El Da Sensai] I come from the slums of New Jeruz I do bums Who can't adapt no haps son, you know I close on caption You know this, boss n***as like Lex to Mr. Otis You can't hold this b*tch I'm swift like a lotus .. [Tame One] Well it's the wiseguy, who never did a driveby But I fly zones, and shine like chrome, on 7:35 I, play my Hi-Fi, volume up sky high Talkin buddha thai, don't bother tryin to fascinate my eye I got 20/20 like Baba Wawa on a Friday Buy my tape, so I can put a Cruiser in my driveway Say hi Tame, pa** the dutch so I can take a puff Of Born Cypher Cypher Master, I never get enough No curls, no braids, peasy heads still get paid Smokin sa**y-fra**y, that grows free, in the Everglades And get lit, trip up on the phone and talk some s** sh** But that's some next sh**, yo peace I'm out to the exit [El Da Sensai] It's the funky Mister Ripper split your a** Quick-fast, you never outlast the outcast I'm stompin weak-a** n***as, so ready let's go I gas up a skit, I got the snaps on the petrol I'm never fake I break the funk breaks I'm breakin MC El create the styles that brothers ain't makin To go past the end I run you over like a semi Remember I be the guy, who's f**in up your sh** I Be the one to call myself def in any program Scan my battleplan before I step into a jam I cross the major diction when fixed I'm a rap magician You keep fishin for rhythms while I'm puffin on the ism A Ford Explore, the rap tour, comin through ya door One two three PEACE, I'm out for ninety-four ..