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

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

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

[Tame
I play the parks dark and spark L's until my head bust
and bust, plus when I get dusted you'll get messed up
Rollin with razors hate me cause I'm famous
Tame is accurate back battle raps fat like battleships
Constantly open like a hood rat smokin
Got in Hoboken overdosin off my potions
Wet like oceans, my looks atrocious
Be dissin vocal coaches I 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... where yo at nigga?