Verse One: Tame One
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I'm out to bomb like Vietnam under the same name Tame One
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The bad one, ink flow master bastard with the Magnum
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I tags up quick, and then I steps to the exit
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When it's time to get sefted or flex on some fresh shit
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Some wack crook stole my black book I know who took it
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I know his whole tag because the fag writes his name crooked
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The ink I use might stink, but you gotta think
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I got my props Hoppes, cause my tags don't shrink
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I'm taggin and baggin bitches cause my name, is famous in the street
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Cause they know my name's from cruising in the Jeeps
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So yo, grab a can and put your man up and stand up
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For the fresh never stale niggaz off the third rail
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Deep dark and black like the Magnum I pack
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It's that Artifacts chat from the wrong side of da tracks
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
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The Artifacts are from the wrong side
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Verse Two: El Da Sensai
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I load my backpack with spray paint Girbaud couldn't spark the
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Tagging up a train I catch the pound take a trip
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To the train yards and think back, when I used to write that
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Shit that used to hit, had all the mad color tips
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Breakin was my thing I used to spin the back
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I never thought I'd spin the wax, with tracks to make your hands clap
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I could've went the other way but no haps
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I got my dap on the map with the Bic down to a spray cap
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Niggaz used to doubt to my clout but now I turn em out
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They shout my shout out uptown, like they wanna be down
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Avoid the crowds that wanna stab me in the back enough of that
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Watch the third rail track, cause I don't wanna get zapped
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Pieces I burn to show my name no shame
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Don't wanna put the blame down on my nigga Tame
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Brothers don't wanna see me grow to get my cash flow
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I have no remorse, so check me out in The Source
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Chorus (2X)
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Verse Three: Tame One, El Da Sensai
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I burn my name up quick like a Thai stick
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As red as my eyes get I still rocks the fly shit
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Back with some ultra flat black catchin wreck in a sec
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Wet paint, ain't shit, when I'm on the set
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I'm live like the third rail, on time like a fast train
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The name Tame alone got fame so fuck a last name
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I tags mad when I drag a fat sack of ism
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Comin out with New Editions like Mike Bivins
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I get a sticker from my nigga with the bag of em
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Write my name on em then I peel off the back of em
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And stick em to victims of underground systems
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Let the toys bring the noise, me and my boys are gonna diss em
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In conclusion don't snooze when two niggaz from the Jerz
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Kick the mad graffiti slurs and kick the bass to the curb
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The Artifacts Jack, bringin the art of facts back
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Some seem to forget about the ebony that caught wreck
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So remember this you're tender when you slip in to enter
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The Artifacts zone cause graffiti's still growin
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To kick ass pizazz slash let me tag
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Why is that black? Because the wack jack was known as a fag
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So don't cross the path that's the gat to your back
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The Artifacts out, wrong side of da tracks
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Chorus (2X)
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Wrong Side of da Tracks
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