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[Tame One]
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I was out to bomb like Vietnam, but in this rhyme, I'm the prime
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suspect
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Handcuffed for stuff that I ain't hit yet
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It seems the neighborhood block watch got open like a box top
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Wanted they're props and called up the cops
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While Momma Dukes is in the kitchen flippin
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Trippin cause spray caps is missin and I left without permission
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I got bagged with the darkest black marker I had
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An easy target cause my tag is on my bookbag
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As I was shadowed they musta heard the bag rattle
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Tipped the cops off, and ran up, before I popped the top off
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Got interrogated bout crews I never heard of
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Got my face wrote on, and treated like I did a murder
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Heard sermons, on property value and city workshops
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Slapped with a fine, now in my record there's a new notch
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The misdemeanor catcher comin back at cha
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for the long ride, as we return to the wrongside
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[El Da Sensai]
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Out to burn, rackin paints by the sack to provide
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tracks as we return to the wrongside
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Art programs and more hip-hop jams, must arrive
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as we return to the wrongside
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More better styles and wack writers step aside
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Aerosol ride, as we return to the wrongside
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Newark, New Jers - Brick City we reside
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Big up, to BS, as we return to the wrongside
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Once more, we have in store graffiti folklore
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in depth to score points, what this joint for?
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All graffiti writers, we bring justice, to this
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Art we take to heart but they missed
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the actual Facts, paint with fat caps, artistic
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gestures, flat or gloss be the texture
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If you measure the amount or count TV, shows on graf
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Galleries, droppin all the skill calories
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They crackin down to make us back down
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but we still wreckin, who remember King 67?
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Peace to Insta, buildin a mad tag in December
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Protective shell los for the winter
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Get in the subject, on how they say we suspects
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Harass me for a marker, there he goes with a Tec
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Blind to see wreck, cause they ignorant to check
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the true art so, they pass laws just to catch
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Certain writers, most bite us anyway
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L-S-B-S, L-T-D is on the path subway
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Try to bring an understanding, respect we're demanding
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Wrongside tales, we never fail with the plannin
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Fatter jams on the air must arrive
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The weak can't slide as we return to the wrongside
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More joints on tape, less compromise
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Better in size as we return to the wrongside
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[Tame One]
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Toys bite my tags, throwups, and old pieces
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Thowin crews up, they can't be down with, and catchin beatings
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Me and my crew stay close-knit
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Make niggaz say 'Oh shit!' about our dope shit, takin cities in doses
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With a tag here and a tag there next year
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it'll be everywhere, catch me if you dare
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It's rare for me not to have a marker after dark
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Cause I've been in this to win this since niggaz used to say spark
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[El Da Sensai]
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Yo, I got the black book designers and the bag
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Make sure I got the uni for the on tour tag
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Saying that we cause mad terror in the city
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Kids ain't got shit so, we feels no pity
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on any surface, hurtin it, experts in it
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Create with the Krylon, crafts be fantastic
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[Tame One]
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Artistic misfits, gifted wicked with the sketchbook
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and the paint, maintainin the status top rank
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With ink stained hands, I masterpiece master plans
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with cans we came across diss some toys who crossed me off
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Lost in my thought, I can walk a mile on style it's
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been a while but I keep mechanicals on file
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for every new jack, and non-believer not knowin my background
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from jump, sleepin cause they only see me with blunts
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My ghetto cartoons just express how I feel
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Representin my culture, and not off it is the deal
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I'm so ill with skill and I'm still up to par
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Not your everday rap star, just who we are
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Like conquering lions, we do our things with strong pride
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for the long ride, tellin tales from the wrongside
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[El Da Sensai]
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KRS keeps the stage show live
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Sharper than knives, as we return from the wrongside
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PNB Nation, no hesitation
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Blazin, as we return from the wrongside
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Peeps sleep, while these brothers coincide
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Keep in stride, as we return from the wrongside
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Comp hide, toy niggaz take a dive
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Kickin skills live, as we return |