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[Tame One] Artifacts, check around my fuckin 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 shit 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? Nigga I be through black
[Tame One] I get biz on bitches, puff izz with my cousins Tame shit so wild, honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin I hit mad skins, then roll up bills on the reals My skills 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 fucked 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 niggaz like Lex to Mr. Otis You can`t hold this BITCH I`m swift like a lotus
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[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, pass 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 sassy-frassy, that grows free, in the Everglades and get lit, trip up on the phone and talk some sex shit But that`s some next shit, yo peace I`m out to the exit
[El Da Sensai] It`s the funky Mister Ripper split your ass Quick-fast, you never outlast the outcast I`m stompin weak-ass niggaz, 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 fuckin up your shit 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
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