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[El Da
Artifacts be the best in MC fest
Rest any intentions we to mention we the fresh
Newark natives, Polo king the zing
to your Walkman, check it how we and sing
Breakin that thing, lyrical jackin,
All so-called cypher rappin niggaz I'm
No tricks with fits inflict the hurt Frank Thomas
To never make the jams, to my peers I promise
Atomic, yet, niggaz gonna have to
what bringin to the table check my dialect
Alphabeta, wetta, than man who says he can
take a whole block, we put ass on lock and
Styles be groovy, fake can't fool me
I'm a fly brown brother and you can't school me
Tools be, always sharpened for that be startin
up shit, and can't fuck with, this rap
Bluffin, bout nothin, in fact
These be wack, so may I ask, where 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 the miracles
if need be, see me on TV and on CD
smokin in 3-D doin graffiti
My mechanical style, interlocks rocks and
cause I'm hot, X the spot like Sadat watch
I'm so tight with mine, nickel and dime
are smokin one quarter pushin off the corner from foul
Prime time teams rewind and find mine
They all left because my rhymes lack guidelines
get pushed back from hairlines to asscracks
So ASCAP, on Artifacts soundtracks
So act ill, I can peel a like fresh bills
Crack a rapper like a Phills I smack ass than Benny Hill
but chill a minute, I'm all up in it infinite
Newark, Jew Jersey areas I turn to burial plots
for MC's, who don't what I conceive
Or leave a whole 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 queen that's sanitary
Don't play me too close, get roasted by the human torch
Newark, I'm blowin up spots without tour support
I distort thoughts, with izm and quarts
at rappers who come at me in soft packs like Newports
I walk that talk, get and dirty like New York
That's why I'm still fat, beef kill that, nigga where yo at?

[El Da
But, back to the at hand
my battle plan 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 purchase this, then you see why brothers kinda pissed
the Mr. Flip Lipper stayin dipped
talkin shit, always hittin hallways and shit

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