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Intro: Tame One
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As Mellow Max passes the blunts to Skully
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We're about to come get nutty up in here
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Artifacts, nine-six tricks
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Sean J. with the beat
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Complete, with the Artifact techniques
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Verse One: Tame One
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I like to rip off mics and clock off dice that roll funny
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Gettin blunted off somebody's hoe money
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Honies beepin for me for cheese, ease back, please keep that weave
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intact
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Best believe that Tamer D'll be back
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Get the weed sacks relax, fuck a flick from Blockbuster
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I'ma touch ya, provin who got the bomb like Russia
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Friendly neighborhood rap hood, with goods
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could it be? Yes, no question
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(*DJ Kaos cuts "Tame One"*) Now let's start up the session
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Kick a rap out til I black out, check out when I wreck out
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throwin backs out, laughin out loud when niggaz crap out
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Me I want more G's than the LAPD
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from when I wrote my first rhyme in eighty-three
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With each speech released I reach mad blocks
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Analyzin more spots than Matlock
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Now I got this rappin shit on padlock
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You only half-rock, my shit returns like resurrections
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in religion, was fuckin with the fact we only bullshittin
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*DJ Kaos cuts and scratches "Yo El", "Sinister Brick City minister"*
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Verse Two: El Da Sensai, Tame One
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One two, yo
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Start takin notes, statin all quotes
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Niggaz couldn't see me through an optometrist scope
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Open, by the rhythm MC's that's hardest
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New Jerusalem, Artifacts be the oddest
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Main target, crews who think they bringin the news
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Who's this? Kickin in your Benz-y box crisp
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As long as the Boom Skwad is hearing me clear
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there ain't another rapper here that's gonna G this year (yeah)
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Lyric for lyric we exhibit mass appeal
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Stayin Real like Erick Sermon, drunk off the funk like it was bourbon
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Rollin up Big Willie like Suburban, Blazers make a wager
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Tamer blows up like a pager
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Makin you wake up early, tell your girlie turn my tape up
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Wait up, let me lace up the place like boots
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make loot, and Proceed to rock like Roots
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I tear the roof off, and when I fuck don't take my boots off
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I shoot from the lip, and make your nose glow like Rudolph
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You soft, so let me hit you off with all the hardness
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Artifacts shit, we got the hard shit regardless
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*DJ Kaos cuts "Punks pop junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat"*
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Verse Three: El the Sensai
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Many ask how I be makin up my shit
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Like the format and how it don't match or fit
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I just, dig into the X-Files of styles
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Hittin while you're missin I'll prove that the child
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be on the different angles strangle those who wanna tangle
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With the, Flexi With the Technique ripper
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El the, Sensai what the men say in the back?
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Thinkin that we can't battle rap in combat
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Cease that, realize that the Facts don't mess
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around when we bless sounds down for any test
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So bring your nine and your vest
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Cause when you step to these men, your plan best to be correct
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Interject with intellect, each step steady
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Dissin those who pose with beef that's petty
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*DJ Kaos cuts "Who wanna battle? No one"*
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art of facts
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