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Sahara

For all those
Yeah,

Word is bond, my songs wack
And any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap and can't get
I got dues receipts, peeps who make mad beats
So, if you get souped, I add

Commander in Chief of the belief, fonta burn slower
The end mixin' E and J with soda keeps me geeked up
So, if you got weed speak up
So, I can up and leave you with that shit in tea cups

We bust the that matter
While you battle own boys, just to check to see who's fatter
I put it together like McGyver, bombin' your cypher
Helpin' to represent funk like

I'm one of them prime time rhymers without but I'm patient
Tame One don't owe no station Nathan
I'd rather hide my collection like I'm Nixon
Watergate in effect, the deck's missin'

Crews get taken out quick, who's the
Tame and MC El lyrics to ya chest, one two
get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El lyrics to ya chest, one two

My forms, patterns, some might think arrogant
I'm transparent but with lyrics, apparent
That I be the greater rhyme with the data
Saturn Sega, player, wack nigga

Instant flow, like five minute flips
To rock for the haps, be on some other shit
skits like a private dick hits
From all different directions, you into sections

Like a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for all y'all
Raps, and brawls, touch all jaws the gall
Foot in the mix like Hammer forms, check the track
Flip the song, 'Hits From the Bong',

Side in your ride, graffitism
gaggin' off the lyrical jism
New Jersey native, creative the sorts
B-boy wishin' for check the injury report

But there are no flaws in this rap lord's
Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya

get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El lyrics to ya chest, one two
Crews get taken out quick, who's the
and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two