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

[Tame
It's no doubt what I'm about bustin yo shit out my lyrical
Smokin I be the man that makes the miracles
Invisible if be, see me on TV and on CD
smokin beadies in 3-D graffiti
My mechanical style, 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 rewind and find mine
all left behind because my rhymes lack guidelines
Wings get pushed from hairlines to asscracks
So ASCAP, on Artifacts soundtracks
So act ill, I can peel a skill like fresh
Crack a rapper like a I smack more ass than Benny Hill
but chill a minute, I'm all up in it potential
Newark, Jew resedential areas I turn to burial plots
for MC's, who don't believe I conceive
Or leave a whole team speechless, jives to Chucky Cheese
I'm like Jesus to the mic, write My out like Mary
I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen sanitary
Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human
from Newark, I'm blowin up without tour support
I distort thoughts, with izm and quarts
Laughin at rappers who come at me in soft packs like
I walk that talk, get down and dirty like New
why I'm still fat, beef kill that, nigga where yo skillz at?

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

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