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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, it how we talk and sing
Breakin that thing, lyrical jackin,
All so-called cypher rappin I'm smackin
No tricks with inflict the hurt like Frank Thomas
To never the wack jams, to my peers I promise
Atomic, yet, niggaz gonna to respect
what we're to the table check my dialect
Alphabeta, wetta, your man who says he can
take a whole block, we put that ass on and
Styles be groovy, fake niggaz can't 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 crews be wack, so may I ask, yo skillz at?

[Tame
It's no doubt what I'm about bustin yo shit out my lyrical
Smokin botanicals I be the man that makes the
Invisible if be, see me on TV and on CD
smokin in 3-D doin graffiti
My style, interlocks rocks and shocks
I'm hot, X marks the spot like Sadat watch
I'm so with mine, nickel and dime rhymers
are smokin one quarter pushin off the corner from foul
Prime time rewind and can't find mine
They all left because my rhymes lack guidelines
Wings get pushed back from hairlines to
So check ASCAP, on Artifacts
So act ill, I can peel a skill fresh bills
Crack a rapper like a Phills I smack more ass than Benny
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 team 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, you'll get roasted by the torch
Newark, I'm blowin up spots without tour support
I distort thoughts, with izm sticks and
Laughin at who come at me in soft packs like Newports
I walk that talk, get down and 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
my battle plan and I'll be forced to chop that hand
off soft yo they can't withstand
the pressure, prepare the stretcher and the
Cause in nine-six, these can't miss
If you purchase this, then you see why brothers pissed it's
the Mr. Flip Lipper always stayin
talkin shit, always hittin hallways and shit

[Tame
I play the parks after dark and spark L's 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 back with battle raps fat like battleships
Constantly open like a hood rat smokin
Got bitches in overdosin off my potions
Wet oceans, my notebook looks atrocious
Be dissin vocal coaches I don't let hit my roaches
I my Biz like Warner
Brothers be on the corner talkin gossip, hot cause ain't got shit
Watch this... where yo at nigga?