[El Da Sensai]
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Who's this? With the vocal pitch, I blitz
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We be the top choice, moist, voice my script
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Significant, different styles on instinct
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Make sense, when rockin rhymes over instruments
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Known for the graf, although the crowd comes first
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Activist, specialist, of the ultimate verse
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All subjects correct, image is the key
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If you want your peers respect show versatility
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Type strange, how the whole sound is rearranged
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Changed, so many players entered in the game
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But not these two, we past dues, smash crews
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You ask what's the task slash we bringin the news
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Dialogue, strong, not your average cabbage
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Savage on the mic while other crews can't manage
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Cause in these times the rhymes pay all things
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Rent, bills plus your diamond pinky ring
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*chorus*
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[El] Comin from the Bricks, all mics we rip
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[Kaos] (Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp)
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[Tame] With the fat penmanship for the championship
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[Kaos] (Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp)
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[El] Fat tracks, lyrics, New Jerus click
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[Kaos] (who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp)
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[Tame] We comin from the back with the ultimate blitz
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[Kaos] (Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp)
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[Tame One]
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Holy Moses, I'ma come down like drug doses
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with a voltage, cause I'm ready to shock whoever's closest
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Bold enough to dismiss tricks, up in the mix
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with my rhyme skit, bad with the ad-libs behind it
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Time it, the rapper's precionist, ain't no dissin us
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It's just, another rap attack for your to discuss
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It's us, fresh in the flesh, up in your session
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Wildin out like sex without protection
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Right before your eyes I'ma rise up and size up
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the status of the rappers while I sit in the back, smokin my cabbage
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Managin, not to get involved with the pet-ty
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We ever ready, cuttin comp like a mach-ete
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Not the one to glorify guns, I'd rather drop it on the one
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and make the funds for my late night weed runs
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Dum dums, wanna do bids and start they static
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They better ease back like Kraftmatic
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*chorus*
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[El Da Sensai]
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Superficial rhymes on top for y'all to see
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how we react on wax, DJ included exactly
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Autographs in black books, dodgin from the crooks
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Recognize the stats, don't act for ill looks
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But I keep a straight path like the subway stay
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underneath from deep in the depths of NJ
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[Tame One]
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I be the one to get the job done, Tame One
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got funk like the Bop Gun, burnin with the powers of a hot sun
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Makin my mark after dark like I'm a criminal
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Break hard rocks to minerals like, ten star generals
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Is it the way we slay the stages, that make these neighbors hate us
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We fillin up the pages with the game like Las Vegas
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New Jersey native, ten minuts from the Money Makin
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Stay rooted with the buddha like Jamaicans
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*chorus 2X*
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Who's This?
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| Artifact |
