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[El Da
Artifacts be the best in MC fest
Rest any we here to mention we the fresh
Newark natives, Polo bringin the zing
to your Walkman, check it how we 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 to respect
what we're bringin to the table check my
Alphabeta, wetta, than man who says he can
a whole block, we put that ass on lock and
Styles be groovy, fake niggaz can't 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, 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 about yo shit out with my lyrical
Smokin botanicals I be the man that makes the
Invisible if be, see me on TV and on CD
smokin beadies in 3-D graffiti
My mechanical style, interlocks and shocks
cause I'm hot, X the spot like Sadat watch
I'm so tight with mine, nickel and dime
are smokin one quarter off the corner from foul line
Prime time teams rewind and can't find
They all left behind because my rhymes lack
Wings get pushed back from hairlines to
So ASCAP, on Artifacts soundtracks
So act ill, I can a skill like fresh bills
Crack a rapper like a Phills I smack more ass than Benny
but a minute, I'm all up in it infinite potential
Newark, Jew Jersey areas I turn to burial plots
for MC's, who don't what I conceive
Or leave a whole team speechless, gettin jives to Cheese
I'm like Jesus to the mic, write My out like Mary
I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any queen that's sanitary
play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch
from Newark, I'm blowin up spots without tour
I distort thoughts, with izm and quarts
Laughin at rappers who at me in soft packs like Newports
I that talk, get down and dirty like New York
why I'm still fat, beef kill that, nigga where yo skillz at?

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

[Tame
I the parks after dark and spark L's until my head bust
and then bust, plus when I get dusted you'll get up
with 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 bitches in Hoboken off my potions
Wet oceans, my notebook looks atrocious
Be dissin vocal coaches I let them hit my roaches
I handle my Biz like
Brothers be on the talkin gossip, hot cause they ain't got shit
this... where yo skillz at nigga?