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[El Da
Artifacts be the in this MC fest
Rest any intentions we here to we the fresh
Newark natives, Polo bringin the zing
to Walkman, check it how we talk and sing
Breakin that thing, jackin, mackin
All cypher rappin niggaz I'm smackin
No tricks with fits inflict the hurt like Frank
To never make the wack jams, to my I promise
Atomic, yet, niggaz gonna have to
what we're bringin to the table my dialect
Alphabeta, wetta, than your man who he can
take a whole block, we put that ass on and
be groovy, fake niggaz can't 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, talkin bout nothin, in
These be wack, so may I ask, where 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
if need be, see me on TV and on CD
smokin in 3-D doin graffiti
My mechanical style, interlocks 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 corner foul line
Prime time teams rewind and can't mine
They all behind because my rhymes lack guidelines
Wings get pushed from hairlines to asscracks
So check ASCAP, on soundtracks
So act ill, I can peel a skill like fresh
Crack a rapper like a Phills I smack ass than Benny Hill
but a minute, I'm all up in it infinite 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 like
I'm to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary
Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human
Newark, I'm blowin up spots without tour support
I distort thoughts, with izm and quarts
Laughin at rappers who come at me in packs like Newports
I walk that talk, get down and dirty New York
That's why I'm still fat, 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 yo they can't withstand
the pressure, the stretcher and the Dristan
Cause in nine-six, MC's can't miss
If you this, then you see why brothers kinda pissed it's
the Mr. Flip Lipper always dipped
Always talkin shit, always hittin and shit

[Tame
I play the parks after and spark L's until my head bust
and bust, plus when 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
open like a hood rat that's smokin
Got in Hoboken overdosin off my potions
Wet oceans, my notebook looks atrocious
Be dissin vocal coaches I don't let them hit my
I handle my Biz Warner
Brothers be on the corner talkin gossip, hot cause they got shit
this... where yo skillz at nigga?