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[El Da
Artifacts be the best in MC fest
Rest any intentions we here to we the fresh
Newark natives, Polo king bringin the
to your Walkman, it how we talk and sing
Breakin that thing, jackin, mackin
All so-called cypher rappin niggaz I'm
No tricks with fits the hurt like Frank Thomas
To never make the jams, to my peers I promise
Atomic, yet, niggaz gonna have to
what we're to the table check my dialect
Alphabeta, wetta, your man who says he can
take a whole block, we put ass on lock and
be groovy, fake niggaz can't fool me
cause I'm a fly brother and you can't school me
Tools be, sharpened for MC's that be startin
up shit, and can't fuck with, this rap
Bluffin, talkin nothin, in fact
These crews be wack, so may I ask, yo skillz at?

[Tame
It's no doubt I'm about bustin yo shit out with my lyrical
Smokin botanicals I be the man that makes the
if need be, see me on TV and on CD
smokin beadies in 3-D graffiti
My style, interlocks rocks and shocks
cause I'm hot, X marks the like Sadat watch
I'm so with mine, nickel and dime rhymers
are smokin one quarter pushin off the from foul line
time teams rewind and can't find mine
They all behind because my rhymes lack guidelines
get pushed back from hairlines to asscracks
So ASCAP, on Artifacts soundtracks
So act ill, I can peel a skill fresh bills
Crack a rapper like a Phills I smack more ass than Benny
but chill a minute, I'm all up in it potential
Newark, Jew Jersey resedential areas I to burial plots
for MC's, who don't believe what I
Or leave a team speechless, gettin jives to Chucky Cheese
I'm like to the mic, write My Life out like Mary
I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto that's sanitary
Don't play me too close, you'll get by the human torch
from Newark, I'm blowin up spots without tour
I distort thoughts, with izm sticks and
Laughin at rappers who at me in soft packs like Newports
I walk that talk, get and dirty like New York
why I'm still fat, beef kill that, nigga where yo skillz at?

[El Da
But, back to the at hand
Peep my battle and I'll be forced to chop that hand
off soft brothers yo can't withstand
the pressure, prepare the stretcher and the
Cause in nine-six, MC's can't miss
If you purchase this, you see why brothers kinda pissed it's
the Mr. Flip Lipper always dipped
talkin shit, always hittin hallways and shit

[Tame
I play the parks after dark and spark L's my head bust
and then bust, plus I get dusted you'll get messed up
Rollin razors neighbors hate me cause I'm famous
Tame is accurate back with battle raps fat battleships
Constantly open like a hood rat smokin
Got in Hoboken overdosin off my potions
Wet like oceans, my notebook atrocious
Be vocal coaches I don't let them hit my roaches
I handle my Biz like
Brothers be on the corner talkin gossip, hot they ain't got shit
Watch this... yo skillz at nigga?