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

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

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

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