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[Tame One]
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Artifacts, check around my fuckin BLOCK, I X-Men like Cyclops
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When I lift my shades up, my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot
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But as is, my ad-libs, are more wicked than bad kids
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Ask Biz if Tame leaves marks like a shit skid
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[El Da Sensai]
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It's the Mister, on a mission mixer of the rougher
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Mix the snuff that get you up ? but no style is tougher
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I dismiss crews, I bruise, snooze ya losin
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Groovin provin I can do in men who went out smoother
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Artifact chart, my rap gat starts to battle
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Tracks be fat so who dat? Nigga I be through black
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[Tame One]
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I get biz on bitches, puff izz with my cousins
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Tame shit so wild, honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin
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I hit mad skins, then roll up bills on the reals
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My skills mad ill, but chill kid, everything's real
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from naps up top, down to the wrinkles in my Reeboks
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I'm up late like Leno playin demos from my toolbox
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My crew rocks, two blocks away from the buddha spot
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I'm out but don't get it fucked up, cause I wsnt you to rock
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[El Da Sensai]
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I come from the slums of New Jeruz I do bums
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who can't adapt no haps son, you know I close on caption
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You know this, boss niggaz like Lex to Mr. Otis
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You can't hold this BITCH I'm swift like a lotus
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[Tame One]
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Well it's the wiseguy, who never did a driveby
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but I fly zones, and shine like chrome, on 7:35
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I, play my Hi-Fi, volume up sky high
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Talkin buddha thai, don't bother tryin to fascinate my eye
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I got 20/20 like Baba Wawa on a Friday
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Buy my tape, so I can put a Cruiser in my driveway
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Say hi Tame, pass the dutch so I can take a puff
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of Born Cypher Cypher Master, I never get enough
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No curls, no braids, peasy heads still get paid
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Smokin sassy-frassy, that grows free, in the Everglades
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and get lit, trip up on the phone and talk some sex shit
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But that's some next shit, yo peace I'm out to the exit
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[El Da Sensai]
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It's the funky Mister Ripper split your ass
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Quick-fast, you never outlast the outcast
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I'm stompin weak-ass niggaz, so ready let's go
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I gas up a skit, I got the snaps on the petrol
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I'm never fake I break the funk breaks I'm breakin
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MC El create the styles that brothers ain't makin
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To go past the end I run you over like a semi
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Remember I be the guy, who's fuckin up your shit I,
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be the one to call myself def in any program
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Scan my battleplan before I step into a jam
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I cross the major diction when fixed I'm a rap magician
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You keep fishin for rhythms while I'm puffin on the ism
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A Ford Explore, the rap tour, comin through ya door
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One two three PEACE, I'm out for ninety-four
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notty headed nigguhz
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